It may well be that the schwächlichste all suggestion to write an article that consists in wanting to actually refer only to another, not even their own, but even on those of another, who wrote in about what you yourself like would have said so well, which is why I now only just quite do it:
The contribution of Jermain encounters in me the memory of those brave strange bird of perhaps sixty years, I really alone in the local fiction sometimes together with Konstantin Eulenspiegel, as the guest of me in Stuttgart, in a more or less notorious local encountered.
I even remember what his name is, probably better, ie what already mention in my underground name memory itself: The first syllable of two-syllable name also speaks exactly like those of Jermain. Nice coincidence.
In any case, it was this fellow who once recited an impressive longer poem, a private, I asked afterwards whether he was also something else, write and whether it probably would be something to read.
He only compose poetry. Never else. And to read there was nothing. Only a few selected people, which I had not previously. Why? He had always lived in the shadow.
At least times be marketing worked perfectly: I was reading love to his poems. And finally Constantine himself was very impressed by the sovereign nature of the men in black.
I also feel just quite personally approached by what Jermain there are the best by it crystallizes the contrast between self-referentiality and Verhangensein outdoors, at the hacks.
He's so right, that you do not want to know usually.
On the other hand, I'll probably still at least for the foreseeable future not so hold as the black-clad, just yet outwardly as bear appearance to inside and from there again even External Affairs over the outside.
Hopefully Jermain keeps it as well.