The unofficial biographer of the Pfaff’s crowd, William Winter was born in coastal Massachusetts, and his mother died
A man at a bar is numb to everything life can offer. He drinks to everything and believes himself an accursed soul.
Clare writes, "I hear Winter's 'Song of the Ruined Man' much eulogized. I cannot admire it. With the text he begins with, a practised versifier might go on rhyming until the seas were dry. All you have to do is to conjure up all the things that one should not laugh at, and then laugh at them, and there's your poem."
The Vault at Pfaff's
27 Memorial Drive West, Bethlehem, PA 18015