Saturday, June 06, 2009

Harry Crews to James Dickey


I heard this in a Big Daddy's in Gainesville, Florida in (I think) 1974. Both writers (Crews to the left; Dickey below) were teaching at the U of F when I was a doctoral student. Both were, of course, drunk.


It takes you one night to write a bad poem. It takes me a whole year to write a bad novel.

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