Lord Dunsany and David Lindsay
One thing I think remarkable about VOYAGE TO ARCTURUS by Lindsay is how beloved it is by those who love this harsh, crabbed, confusing, nightmarish but somehow very honest book, and how obscure it is. Myself, I think the obscurity is perhaps merited: VOYAGE TO ARCTURUS is a gauntlet flung into the face of everything normal. But Lindsay's work was ignored during his life, and he died in obscurity, due to infection caused by tooth decay.
Here is a very short (a half a dozen paragraphs) short story written by Lord Dunsany. It appeared in THE BOOK OF WONDER published in 1915, and so is now public domain. It could have been written for David Lindsay. It is called The Assignation
Fame singing in the highways, and trifling as she sang, with sordid adventurers, passed the poet by.
And still the poet made for her little chaplets of song, to deck her forehead in the courts of Time: and still she wore instead the worthless garlands, that boisterous citizens flung to her in the ways, made out of perishable things.
And after a while whenever these garlands died the poet came to her with his chaplets of song; and still she laughed at him and wore the worthless wreaths, though they always died at evening.
And one day in his bitterness the poet rebuked her, and said to her: "Lovely Fame, even in the highways and the byways you have not foreborne to laugh and shout and jest with worthless men, and I have toiled for you and dreamed of you and you mock me and pass me by."
And Fame turned her back on him and walked away, but in departing she looked over her shoulder and smiled at him as she had not smiled before, and, almost speaking in a whisper, said:
"I will meet you in the graveyard at the back of the Workhouse in a hundred years."