But, since I'm writing, I note that the first and most obvious association that comes to mind is the Velimir Khlebnikov and Boards of Destiny. Numerous memoirs give quite adequate representation of the reaction of his contemporaries, especially in the provinces - hooting in the halls during performances futurists, satirical articles in the local tabloid, dressing on the poet clownish crowns, that is almost a carbon copy - all too distant audience reaction, which is easily seen in this subject.

On Tuesday, before you go to the salon in the CHA, had dinner in the pleasant company and in the process of this action one of the interlocutors, a Moscow specialist on Russian poetry of the early 20th century, slapped me clearly excessive compliment, saying that the only person with such same memory for poetry, which he knew was the late Academician Gasparov!
In fact, the issues on which I would have understood a professional, not so much. It is the same with poetry - remember what you like. There are many famous poets, who, perhaps, do a single poem by heart, can not remember! Thus, memory for poetry is really good and is deposited in it regularly - far more than is cleared out.
Else noticed long ago that, if appropriate, adjust themselves, in almost any occasion memory can "fit" bright and suitable poem!

So, the only one we can say, the purpose of which is intended message is - report Magnolia, that, after reading this thread, I am deeply sorry for her.
And, in response to a poem with the very Tyutchev, 32-th page, lead other poems. I think it is clear that the relationship between them is not limited to the mention of some force. And read them Magnolia, I hope, will be pleased.

There are forces in the secret deep dark of night.
These mice volatile inspire,
Sea Magnets, deepen the abyss,
Vkraplyaet spark of God's hand at work.

And dreams are spun. On this light are
These babies naked and hungry
At that - cold naked corpses
They prevail in the worlds of underground and underwater
And mothers and fathers are choosing us.

There is wisdom in the fact that these forces are invisible to us,
That they are not with us, but we have - in their hands.
We are too young and too vulnerable
In the vast stellar
In these terrible caches.

We breathed a genius on the ground alone,
So that we breathe and hear everyone who is not deaf,
That all of nature is his deep sigh
And all of his poetry=a deep breath.