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Your effective grotesque: Your effective grotesque metaphors are a real signature of this poem, and of how much passion the mourned writer inspired in you. No need, I would say, for the latter portion of your poem. To simply sing of the merits of the achieved writer and his apparent imprint on the world is more than enough to swat away any potential bad-faithed digs at him. The latter portion, I would argue, draws attention to a subject perhaps not worthy of such attention. All the best :)

Indeed. Our most awful mark: Indeed. Our most awful mark as a civilization. 10 million, when counting all deaths of malnourishment.

Chinua Rocks: Things Fall Apart was on my shelf for years - got pinched. Rest In Peace.  

Hmm, to put it this way: If: Hmm, to put it this way: If the smell of the incense is rewarding, only good can come from lighting it. You can decide later what you truly lit it for.

I learned a valuable lesson: I learned a valuable lesson in 1976, when I first wanted to be a poet.  In a mini series about the life of that French lady who wrote novels under the name of George Sand, her lover, the poet Alfred de Musset, talked about spending all day smoking opium and drinking champaigne, to write one line of poetry; then said, "George stays up all night, drinks three cups of coffee, and writes one fifth of a novel."  A lot of wannabes could learn a few lessons from the novelist once characterized as "that awful Sand woman."

Too many people that read the: Too many people that read the biography of Jim Morrison came away with the notion that taking drugs and acting like an asshole would transform them into poets.  You can take drugs and act like an asshole and still be a poet but there is a lot of discipline and endeavor involved.