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we'll get to the heart of a: we'll get to the heart of a Saturday night eventually

Thank you. It's tough right: Thank you. It's tough right now. It helps me to write my thoughts and feelings down as they come to me. Sometimes it may not make sense but it's from a place in me that sometimes doesn't make sense

Rooster will forever be to me: Rooster will forever be to me the father of Easy Street. When he sings it with his fiancee and Carol Burnett - the pillars of the mind just fills with ideas of that pipe dream. Your insightful and thoughtful poem gives more depth of consideration and wraps it up with an apt bow in the 5 last lines. And that shall stay with the reader, "together, this time." Thanks for sharing.

You silenced great scholars.: You silenced great scholars. That's no small thing! You gave an impressive rebuttal to their pseudo-intellectual snobbery.    It truly is an honor and a great pleasure to dive into these historical intrigues. I can imagine how difficult it is to set them to verse, but you always pull it off with flourished style and intensity.    I'm deeply moved by your words of appreciation. You're forever welcome! 

You're welcome.: Reedited (06.07.2022)   You're welcome.     CORRECTION (grammatical/semantical reedition):     (subject-verb agreement mistake/uncorrected)     1.  "...the type of literature and of the metaphors that was relating to the paratexts,..."         (subject-verb agreement reedited/supposed grammatical form/corrected form)     "...the type of literature and of the metaphors that w*ere relating to the paratexts, ..."    2.  "respect*ful bards.." (I meant: "respect*ed bards..")         -tula

Thank you for commenting, and: Thank you for commenting, and thank you for posting your poem on Blok that inspired my own effort.  Despite my dislike of all things Soviet, I have always been fascinated by Molotov---among the Bolsheviks, he was the only one who seemed to "dress for success," while the rest of them seemed to dress in very slovenly styles.  He was a formidable negotiator, especially when serving as Stalin's foreign minister, and most loyal supporter.  Even when his own wife had been imprisoned as a suspected "enemy of the people," he was so fanatcially a Bolshevik that he continued functioning just as if she was dead or deported.  After Stalin died, his successors---perhaps fearing what Molotov knew and the kind of reputation he had---expelled him from the Central Committee and the Party, and appointed him to a series of low level assignments, like Ambassador to Mongolia, to humilitate him on the world stage.

insanity was an: insanity was an embexzzler  whose imbecilic umbilical chord crowded against our pantry door divesting our hallway mirror merrily hammocking while woollen feet swung cosily casting shadows on our overly polished parquet floor