The Habitus Of Wilhelm Friedman Poem by Leila Samarrai

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Wilhelm Friedemann was spat upon to the point of pain.
A boozehound died poor… They then admit…
The dude hit the clavier, like the buckish
bios of notable rock stars.
Oy vey, there was a movie as well,
I think the title of it is, in fact,
Wilhelm Friedemann, where he
suffers and struggles
He is the father, we are all his children' (OH GOD! ! ! !)
but with all those flies, fleas and planktons
that makeup life and make up us humans,
like a living organism, dead centre in that life itself.
the habitus of Friedemann Bach.
A remarkable musician, an unrivalled composer,
but a heavy, heavy drinker.