Kenneth, I have always believed in it too.

I am a man with no ambitions
And few friends, wholly incapable
Of making a living, growing no
Younger, fugitive from some just doom.
Lonely, ill-clothed, what does it matter?
At midnight I make myself a jug
Of hot white wine and cardamon seeds.
In a torn grey robe and old beret,
I sit in the cold writing poems,
Drawing nudes on the crooked margins,
Copulating with sixteen year old
Nymphomaniacs of my imagination.

The Advantages of Learning by K. Rexroth.

Musical accompaniment: Spiegel im Spiegel by Arvo Pärt (for those who won't know what they're missing by not listening).