A Very Pleasant Read: While reading this poem, I had vague memory traces of this happening to me. There was something very familiar, but I just couldn't quite put my finger on it. Nicely constructed.
That is very astute: That is very astute reasoning---about druggies appealing to the example of Coleridge as justification: when I was an undergrad, I heard several English majors, who happened to be druggies, state that exact argument. But Bukowski was a drunk, Pound was drunk on his own perception of his greatness, and Howard Nemereov, whom I met when he came to read at our school, described during that reading how he got drunk in his motel room the night before, as if made him some kind of poet. If I recall correctly, Pop Stevens complained about how Poetry was sullied by certain poets who were academics and addicts of some sort or another; he thought they were"kept men" and that they were owned by their addictions.
eventually we will figure out: eventually we will figure out how to get out of these shackles. I suppose seeing them is the first step toward removing them.
Thank you, that is such a: Thank you, that is such a lovely comment, It was Valentine's Day so that probably had a lot to do with it, everyone else busy.
sue :-)