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Tag Archives: Ezra Pound
Cantos This
That Pound should from the castle walls on high weight his Cantos with bricks, and with great gusto and abandon hurl these gems into the fosse so that the Philistines encamped and overnight drawn nigh should fall prey to such … Continue reading
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Ode to the Cantos
Ah, to be Ezra Pound for a day; to compose an intensely complex and almost unintelligible series of poems fueled by an unwavering desire to be misunderstood, misinterpreted and misled. Ah, for the Cantos, those bright shining things, that late … Continue reading