When I wrote this poem, i was: When I wrote this poem, i was filled with an intensity that literally MOVED me to write, it felt like something took me ove, the words just flowed out of me
To be able to say so much: To be able to say so much about existence in so few words is just another gift of yours. And to do so upon prompt only highlights that truth more so.
Many a spiritual thinker has pondered what creature or entity might best represent a human's most divine state. Little did any of them think to look at a small bulb in the ground for the answer. :)
Great use of language from: Great use of language from beginning to end. There is a real cleverness throughout this poem, particularly displayed in lines like "you alone match my grace and wit", which may be my second favorite expression the poem. Nothing tops this, though:
"when we are alone
we exceed conversation
moving on to wonder and imagination"
That's an award winning poem all by itself. At least in my humble opinion. This is very special, on the whole. Three poetic dimensions of motivation, passion and brillance colliding.
To fear both the known and: To fear both the known and unknown. No where to turn but in your bed. I most certainly pray that this is not your current state. But if so, lean into your fears and push through them, sir. You'll be rewarded.
Haha, I don't think that's: Haha, I don't think that's how it's going to end. Especially when the MIC is at the heart of corporatism and all of it's malevolence.
I feel like there is (often,: I feel like there is (often, not always) an element to these stories which gets ignored: that people often want and seek this attention to reach higher places, and then, (now that it's trendy to do so,) come out and say "I was mistreated" after reaching a higher status. I'm not saying that this is specific to the person in your story, I have no idea, but it seems to be an undiscussed element in a lot of these type of stories. Meanwhile, the person who rejected such advances from the start and therefore didn't get that big career boost is not just a victim to the Ginberg's/Weinstein's of the world, but also to the men and women who played along with this sexual deviance just long enough to get famous, before crying out "I'm a victim!" To me, the people who had the moral character to say no from the start are the greatest victims by far, and therefore I cannot particularly sympathize with anyone who intentionally goes along with such abuses to gain status. It's not as if it was a matter between going along with the abuser of power or face starvation. "Cry me a river", unfortunately, comes to mind in said cases. Again, very possibly not particular to your mentioned poet, but it seems quite an appropriate discussion space within to bring up this related point.
As for you, maybe he respected your work too much to mess it up with advances. That's certainly one way to look at it. You get to make up your own reality in your mind, since you can't ask ; ) Also, is it really desirable or is it an insult to be desired by the undesirable, if you follow?