Upon meeting the great man
I asked how I might improve my poetry
He told me to abandon it without thought
I said that my gift haunted me without mercy
And it also controlled me fully
With any cessation being impossible
A year passed and without warning I received a handwritten note
From Gurdjieff which in its content was more of an instruction
He told me to find the noisiest cafe in the whole world
And to compose all my future poetry there and nowhere else