“you won’t see them often
for wherever the crowd is
they
are not.
those odd ones, not
many
but from them
come
the few
good paintings
the few
good symphonies
the few
good books
and other
works.
and from the
best of the
strange ones
perhaps
nothing.
they are
their own
paintings
their own
books
their own
music
their own
work.
sometimes I think
I see
them
…
facing dreaming
against the
walls of
the world
where
did I
go?”

The Strongest Of The Strange by Charles Bukowski… or at least this is what internet is selling to me…