List Under Construction
Homage to Sextus Propertius (1917)
Hugh Selwyn Mauberley (1920)
How to Read (1928)
The ABC of Economics (1933)
A Draft of XXX Cantos (Faber, 1933)
Guide to Kulchur
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Homer,
Arnaut Daniel,
Dante Alighieri,
Rihaku,
Kung-fu-Tse,
Sigismundo Malatesta,
William Butler Yeats,
James Joyce,
Gaudier-Brzeska,
h.d.,
Ernest Hemingway,
T.S.Eliot,
Basil Bunting
關於我： Ezra Pound was--and remains-- one of the most controversial poets of the Twentieth Century.Chiefly known for his alleged anti-Semitism and his support of Fascism during the Second World War,and widely dismissed even among serious critics for the supposed unreadability of his poetry, Pound contributed, nevertheless, to significant developments in the art of poetry at the beginning of the Twentieth Century through his break with the traditional metrical units still being used by poets at that time, and his exploration of Oriental verse forms .
A poet who has been the object of vigorous argument and study by other writer and academics for almost a hundred years can't be summed up with any accuracy on something as limiting and given to the shorthand of modern social communication as a MySpace page. What is hoped is that over time, using the page as a forum for the presentation of his art and ideas, as well as opening it out for criticism of Pound, however severe, a picture will be built of the man, the context in which he wrote and the legacy of his achievements and (undoubted) ghastly mistakes, that will contribute in some small way to scholarship of the Modernist era (and beyond.) Blue Fred Press is primarily a Beat and post-Beat/ alternative poetry publisher. But I contend that none of that would have existed without Pound's innovations. We'll see if closer analysis bears that out, among the many other questions provoked by this towering irascible apopleptic lunatic seer.
Pound Made New: A Slideshow set to a recording of Ezra Pound
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Moll doll his chin;
Her hair birch-
Broom-in-the-fits;
Chalk and cheese, they said;
Cradle and grave,
They said;
Yet-
You could smell
The smouldering, sparry,
Whenever they met.
May God bless you at Easter,
and keep you all year through.
May God give you all the faith you need,
to make your dreams come true.
May His love and wisdom always help,
to guide you on your way.
May His light shine down upon you now,
to bless your Easter Day.
Tonk ewe fer thu beyouteafull mon taj ~ I like the letter near the end with comment about steering clear of monotheism and other fads ~ Reading really puts the hook in wringing a tin wreath out of an acorn. Everyman's Crown 2007. Our gums begun rottin.
The wind blows out of the gates of the day,
The wind blows over the lonely of heart,
And the lonely of heart is withered away;
While the faeries dance in a place apart,
Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring,
Tossing their milk-white arms in the air;
For they hear the wind laugh and murmur and sing
Of a land where even the old are fair,
And even the wise are merry of tongue;
But I heard a reed of Coolaney say--
When the wind has laughed and murmured and sung,
The lonely of heart is withered away.
My old Mayo woman told me one day that something very bad had come
down the road and gone into the house opposite, and though she would
not say what it was, I knew quite well. Another day she told me of two
friends of hers who had been made love to by one whom they believed to
be the devil. One of them was standing by the road-side when he came by
on horseback, and asked her to mount up behind him, and go riding. When
she would not he vanished. The other was out on the road late at night
waiting for her young man, when something came flapping and rolling
along the road up to her feet. It had the likeness of a newspaper, and
presently it flapped up into her face, and she knew by the size of it
that it was the Irish Times. All of a sudden it changed into a young
man, who asked her to go walking with him. She would not, and he
vanished.
I know of an old man too, on the slopes of Ben Bulben, who found the
devil ringing a bell under his bed, and he went off and stole the
chapel bell and rang him out. It may be that this, like the others, was
not the devil at all, but some poor wood spirit whose cloven feet had
got him into trouble.
The intellect of man is forced to choose
perfection of the life, or of the work,
And if it take the second must refuse
A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.
When all that story's finished, what's the news?
In luck or out the toil has left its mark:
That old perplexity an empty purse,
Or the day's vanity, the night's remorse.
