Page while musicians leap into unrestricted immensity
Right now it's just old Tchaikowsky moaning and groaning his
Way through symphony #5
But it's just as good as when I first heard it
I haven't heard one of my favorites, Eric Coates, for some time
But I know that if I keep drinking the good red and listening
That he will be along
There are others, many others
And so
This is just another poem about drinking and listening to
Music
Repeat, right?
But look at Faulkner, he not only said the same thing over and
Over but he said the same
Place
So, please, let me boost these giants of our lives
Once more: the classical composers of our time and
Of times past
Most of William Faulkner’s works were set in fictional Yoknapatawpha County. 

Me and Faulkner