A Compensation of Sorts   To die and be transformed into a name, to be a star, like Keats, yet never know it because in his day his brand didn’t exist⁠— such is the unpredictable afterlife of those who disappear into the age beneath their egos to be scooped up into posthumous fame. Yeats […]

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