At any rate, don't let that stop you from reading the story, which is excellent (and spells "intrinsic" correctly. Here's the part I've been telling everybody about:
At one point Wallace McRae was clinically dead. But the doctors brought him back, and he was lying in a hospital bed hooked up to a respirator, a tube down his throat, unable to move, unable to talk, when in came Paul Zarzyski, a fellow Montana cowboy poet.
He had come to tell Wally that he couldn’t die. If he died Paul would never want to perform his own poetry again, either on stage with Wally or seeing Wally in the audience looking at Paul with a critical eye.
Later, on his feet again, Wally joked with Paul, “Boy, was I ever tempted to die, and relieve the world of having to listen to your poems.”