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A few lines in support of the proposition that a little whiskey never hurt a poem.
I make it my general practice not to drink and write. At least, I try not to drink when writing fiction, where the prose should be clear and lucid as water, even as it refracts the light. But poetry's a different matter. A little whisky never hurt a poem. Not much, anyway. Certainly not this glass of it, distilled from smoke that might have scribbled words like these in the air as it jittered away, leaving only this amber residue, not so transparent as it appears. ∅