A PACT
I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman - I have detested you long enough. I come to you as a grown child Who has had a pig-headed father;
I am old enough now to make friends.
It was you that broke the new wood,
Now is a time for carving.
We have one sap and one root -
Let there be commerce between us.
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Why did Pound ever "detest" Whitman?
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Monday, February 20, 2012
EZRA POUND on WALT WHITMAN
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Ezra Pound, "A Retrospect" 1913
"It is better to present one Image in a lifetime
than to produce voluminous works."
"Pay no attention to the criticism of men who have
never themselves written a notable work."
"The scientist does not expect to be acclaimed as a great scientist until he has discovered something. He begins by learning what has been discovered already. He goes from that point onward. He does not bank on being a charming fellow personally. He does not expect his friends to applaud the results of his freshman class work. Freshmen in poetry are unfortunately not confined to a definite and recognizable class room. They are 'all over the shop'. Is it any wonder 'the public is indifferent to poetry?"
"A rhyme must have in it some slight element of surprise
if it is to give pleasure, it need not be bizarre or curious,
if it is to give pleasure, it need not be bizarre or curious,
but it must be well used if used at all."
"That part of your poetry which strikes upon the imaginative eye
of the reader will lose nothing by translation
into a foreign tongue;
that which appeals to the ear can reach
only those who take it in the original."
"Consider the definiteness of Dante's presentation,
as compared with Milton's rhetoric."
"Read as much of Wordsworth as does not
seem too unutterably dull."
"Don't mess up the perception of one sense
by trying to define it in terms of another.
This is usually only the result of being
too lazy to find the exact word."
"Rhythm. - I believe in an 'absolute rhythm',
a rhythm, that is, in poetry which corresponds exactly
to the emotion or shade of emotion to be expressed."
"Symbols. - I believe that the proper and perfect
symbol is the natural object . . ."
"Technique. - I believe in technique as
the test of a man's sincerity . . ."
"Form. - I think there is a 'fluid' as well as a 'solid' content,
that some poems may have form as a tree has form,
some as water poured into a vase."
" . . . a vast number of subjects cannot be precisely,
and therefore not properly rendered
in symmetrical forms."
"I am constantly contending that it took two centuries
of Provence and one of Tuscany to develop
the media of Dante's masterwork,
that it took the latinists of the Renaissance, Pleiade,
and his own age of painted speech to prepare
Shakespeare his tools."
"It is tremendously important that great poetry be written,
it makes no jot of difference who writes it."
" . . . no one produces much that is final . . ."
"As for 'adaptations'; one finds that all the old masters
of painting recommend to their pupils that
they begin by copying masterwork,
and proceed to their own composition."
"As for 'Every man his own poet', the more every man knows
about poetry the better. I believe in every one writing poetry
who wants to; most do."
"I believe in every man knowing enough of music
to play 'God bless our home' on the harmonium,
but I do not believe in every man giving concerts
and printing his sin."
"The mastery of any art is the work of a lifetime.
I should not discriminate between the 'amateur'
and the 'professional' [. . .] but I should discriminate
between the amateur and the expert."
"If a certain thing was said once for all in Atlantis or Arcadia,
in 450 Before Christ or in 1290 after, it is not for us moderns
to go saying it over, or to go obscuring the memory of the dead
by saying the same thing with less skill and less conviction."
"All that the critic can do for the reader or audience
or spectator is to focus his gaze or audition."
"Surely it is better for me to name over the few
beautiful poems that still ring in my head than
for me to search my flat for back numbers of periodicals
and rearrange all that I have said about
friendly and hostile writers."
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Monday, February 6, 2012
The guy who brought the boar’s head to the queen
The guy who brought the boar’s head to the queen,
Her hunter, trusted for ferocity.
Bring me Snow White’s heart on a platter clean.
Your Highness’ wish is my precosity.
The hunter found the virgin in the glen.
In this account, not spoil her on the spot.
At hazard, brought a boar back to her den,
Where Queeny ate its heart straight from the pot.
In this account, not spoil her on the spot.
At hazard, brought a boar back to her den,
Where Queeny ate its heart straight from the pot.
A prince and seven munchkins lace this tale,
Which proves the risk of women to their sex.
Until the guys end feminine betrayal,
And rich boy gets to poke her b’low the plex.
Which proves the risk of women to their sex.
Until the guys end feminine betrayal,
And rich boy gets to poke her b’low the plex.
Our culture is of course the best can be,
And brothers Grimm assure us, she needs he.
And brothers Grimm assure us, she needs he.
On Not Questioning My Grandmother
Now questions break like spray in grand cascade.
How could they not? Blanche died before I asked
Of James and Arabelle, the pair her made.
Distracted, young, my declarations fast.
Now old, slow, I’d give years to here her voice.
Were your folks sweet to you, dear Blanche? I’d say
When you picked Cecil, they approve your choice?
James wore the Blue, Cec’ dad boasted the Gray.
When Arabelle died, you blame God or fate?
You go with Cecil just to get away?
You knew James’ mother? Simple not ornate.
At least the one picture we have would state.
Drenched in old age and ignorance, I fret,
Loosed from this moil, might I get answers yet?
How could they not? Blanche died before I asked
Of James and Arabelle, the pair her made.
Distracted, young, my declarations fast.
Now old, slow, I’d give years to here her voice.
Were your folks sweet to you, dear Blanche? I’d say
When you picked Cecil, they approve your choice?
James wore the Blue, Cec’ dad boasted the Gray.
When Arabelle died, you blame God or fate?
You go with Cecil just to get away?
You knew James’ mother? Simple not ornate.
At least the one picture we have would state.
Drenched in old age and ignorance, I fret,
Loosed from this moil, might I get answers yet?
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Time for one of Emily's
After great pain a formal feeling comes-- The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs; The stiff Heart questions--was it He that bore? And yesterday--or centuries before? The feet, mechanical, go round A wooden way Of ground, or air, or ought, Regardless grown, A quartz contentment, like a stone. This is the hour of lead Remembered if outlived, As freezing persons recollect the snow-- First chill, then stupor, then the letting go. Emily Dickinson |
Monday, June 20, 2011
MEMO TO WRETCHED REFUSE: GET OUT OF BALTIMORE COUNTY
TowsonPatch June 8 2011: “Council Majority Supports Repeal of In-state Tuition for Illegal Immigrants. Opponents of the ballot initiative say effort is representative of the county’s difficult history with racial issues.”
Emma Lazarus wrote give me your tired, your poor
Kathy Bevins of the 6th District, says send them away -
especially if they graduated high school
Lady Liberty announces huddled masses yearn to breathe free
Chairman of the County Council John Olszewski (7th District), says
Unless they are doing my lawn, I don’t give a shit
Lady Liberty pleads, send the homeless, tempest-tossd to me
Fifth District’s David Marks says, the homeless and the tempest-tossed
are not part of my constituency
Don’t turn away the wretched refuse, Lady Liberty pleads
Third District’s Todd Huff says, they are human garbage!
They get no sympathy from me
Lady Liberty announces, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
Lemming Vicky Almond (2nd District) signs on, says nothing, and by that,
snuffs out the Lady’s lamp
Hatred is not a line item in the county budget
Oh, yes! says David Marks
Fear-mongering is not a line item in the budget
Oh, yes! says John Olszewski
Denigration of high school graduates is not a line item
Oh yes! says Kathy Bevins
Fear-mongering is not a line item in the budget
Oh, yes! says John Olszewski
Denigration of high school graduates is not a line item
Oh yes! says Kathy Bevins
Cowardice, facing racism, is not a line item
Oh Yes! says Vicky Almond
To demean innocent moreno kids is not a line item
Oh Yes! says Todd Huff
My Baltimore County, you have given us Spiro Agnew
and now these five . . .
Oh Yes! says Vicky Almond
To demean innocent moreno kids is not a line item
Oh Yes! says Todd Huff
My Baltimore County, you have given us Spiro Agnew
and now these five . . .
Sunday, May 15, 2011
EFFUSIONS
Just kids, we knew or thought we knew our friend,
Solemn as a stag in the gazettes.
Solemn as a stag in the gazettes.
On Saturdays in summer we’d drop in.
He’s smile, place childish fingers on the frets.
The hint of age, a shuffle as he’d rise
to cross his room, when the Victrola’s sound
Seemed suddenly to intrude. Our surprise
was new each time he shut the volume down,
Then lift the needle and bang down the lid.
He’d turn. Get out! He’d curtly us command.
The inner voices not so quickly rid
Unloved companions of our aged friend.
Before crimson effusions were released
Requiring the prompt presence of police.
He’s smile, place childish fingers on the frets.
The hint of age, a shuffle as he’d rise
to cross his room, when the Victrola’s sound
Seemed suddenly to intrude. Our surprise
was new each time he shut the volume down,
Then lift the needle and bang down the lid.
He’d turn. Get out! He’d curtly us command.
The inner voices not so quickly rid
Unloved companions of our aged friend.
Before crimson effusions were released
Requiring the prompt presence of police.
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