I agree. I like the Russian: I agree. I like the Russian Orthodox concept of the holy fool---it can be extreme (and, when abused, results in freaks like Rasputin). but it also gives a purpose to our foibles and failures. At this late stage of my life, that is a comfort to me.
We are all (myself included): We are all (myself included) subject to human folly. That makes fools of all of us. But fools often dance deliriously like whirling dervishes uncertain but hopeful of finding some pittance of enlightenment--or some such tomfoolery.
Mine was the opposite: Mine was the opposite problem: my mother suspected I would try to linger in my parents' home well after I was able to become self-supporting.
I should like to think I am: I should like to think I am not a fool (although I know some might dispute this), but this is Poetry, you are writing. Its authenticity is obvious, and no deceit enters into the designation.
To the best of my knowledge,: To the best of my knowledge, Eliot did not use drugs. He did drink, sometimes heavily, although my impression was that he got that under control by 1927 when he entered the Church of England. His first wife, Vivienne, became addicted to opium due to mis-diagnosis of her medical conditions.
Because so many decades have passed since my formal study of Eliot, and because there is far more known about his life now than in the seventies, I searched the net and found no specific mention, or even a speculation, that he had used opium.
Thank you. There was always: Thank you. There was always a lot of bullshit dealing with the poetry gatekeepers back in the small press days but there are still a lot of tyrants in the online poetry communities. Quality can be a purely subjective matter. Also, a lot of poems that may not be good or great in a classical or technical sense were important and cathartic for the author to write and sometimes find an audience that also finds value in it.