Goines On: Sex with the muse

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Goines couldn’t let go – didn’t want to let go – of an idea he had conceived during the writing of a recent poem:

When your muse whispers,
welcome her embrace,

hold her, feel her, glide with her,

follow her rhythms....

His muse had given him the idea during the poem’s writing. It seemed to be the poem’s theme – or one of its themes.
    The idea was that every encounter with one’s muse might be an act of love-making, of coitus. It could certainly be so metaphorically; was it so as well in some deep, psychological, biological way? An essential attribute of animals is that they reproduce themselves, plant their seeds or receive another’s seeds, sprout them, grow them, deliver them, raise them. Could all human enterprise be an embodiment of that underpinning?