A headline lot in Adam’s Works on Paper sale next week makes it clear that Samuel Beckett began as he meant to go on. In 1930, his first published poem, Whoroscope, bamboozled critics, comments ranging from high praise to philistine outrage.
“What do you call a 100-line poem narrated by a grumpy and delirious René Descartes while he anxiously awaits being served an egg that better have been hatched between eight and ten days...
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