jenks

thread death
I really liked Canto IV - it almost feels like those last vestiges of the Imagist Pound - I don’t think there’s many better poets on dawn and early morning. Some poets are moon poets - all “O Moon”, Pound is a dew poet “dew haze blurs, in the grass, pale ankles moving.” Also you can hear the rhythms in this one. The repetitions building, each return another layer, another increment.
 

jenks

thread death
Just been reading VII tonight. Quite knotty in places but I think in some ways it is a laying out of key themes - the hankering for a live tradition; the enduring nature of beauty; the stultifying and unedifying modern world; being blind to nature.
Also the unoriginal nature of most words and thoughts - just husks as opposed to poetry/art that aren’t “words like locust-shells, moved by no inner being;/ a dryness calling for death”
Cookson calls VII Pound’s Wasteland and I can see why - “make sound like the sounds of voices” is horribly apt.
 

luka

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Eleanor (she spoiled in a British climate)

'Ελανδρος and Ελέπτολις, and 
poor old Homer
blind,
 blind as a bat,

Ear, ear for the sea-surge—;
 rattle of old men's voices.

And then the phantom Rome, 
marble narrow for seats

"Si pulvis nullus…"
In chatter above the circus, "Nullum excute tamen."
Then: file and candles, e li mestiers ecoutes;

Scene – for the battle only, –but still scene,

Pennons and standards y cavals armatz

Not mere succession of strokes, sightless narration,

And Dante's "ciocco," brand struck in the game.
Un peu moisi, plancher plus bas que le jardin.
Contre le lambris, fauteuil de paille, Un vieux piano, et sous le barometer…
The old men's voices—beneath the columns of false marble,

And the walls tinted discreet, the modish, darkish green-blue,
Discreeter gilding, and the panelled wood

Not present, but suggested, for the leasehold is

Touched with an imprecision… about three squares;

The house a shade too solid, the paintings
 a shade too thick.

And the great domed head, con gli occhi onesti e tardi
Moves before me, phantom with weighted motion,

Grave incessu, drinking the tone of things,

And the old voice lifts itself

weaving an endless sentence.
We also made ghostly visits, and the stair
That knew us, found us again on the turn of it,
Knocking at empty rooms, seeking a buried beauty;
And the sun-tanned gracious and well-formed fingers
Lift no latch of bent bronze, no Empire handle
Twists for the knocker's fall; no voice to answer.
A strange concierge, in place of the gouty-footed.
Sceptic against all this one seeks the living,
Stubborn against the fact. The wilted flowers
Brushed out a seven year since, of no effect.
Damn the partition! Paper, dark brown and stretched,
Flimsy and damned partition.
Ione, dead the long year,
My lintel, and Liu Ch'e's lintel.
Time blacked out with rubber.
The Elysée carries a name on
And the bus behind me gives me a date for peg;
Low ceiling and the Erard and silver
These are in "time." Four chairs, the bow-front dresser,
The pannier of the desk, cloth top sunk in.
"Beer-bottle on the statue's pediment!
"That, Fritz, is the era, to-day against the past,
"Contemporary." And the passion endures.
Against their action, aromas; rooms, against chronicles.
Smargagdos, chrysolitos; De Gama wore striped pants in Africa
And "Mountains of the sea gave birth to troops,"
 

luka

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Le vieux commode an acajou;
Beer bottles of various strata.
But is she as dead as Tyro? In seven years?
Eλeνaus, eλανδρος and έπτολις,
The sea runs in the beach-groove, shaking the floated pebbles,
Eleanor!
The scarlet curtain throws a less scarlet shadow;
Lamplight at Buovilla, e quel remir,
And all that day
Nicea moved before me
And the cold gray troubled her not
For all her naked beauty, but no the tropic skin,
And the long slender feet lit on the curb's marge
And her moving height went before me,
We alone having being.

And all that day, another day:
Thin husks I had known as men,
Dry casques of departed locusts
speaking a shell of speech…
Propped between chairs and table…
Words like the locust-shells, moved by no inner being,
A dryness calling for death.
Another day, between walls of a sham Mycenian,
"Toc" sphinxes, sham-Memphis columns,
And beneath the jazz a cortex, a stiffness or stillness,
The older shell, varnished to lemon colour,
Brown-yellow wood, and the no colour plaster,
Dry professorial talk…
Now stilling the ill beat music,
House expulsed by this house, but not extinguished.
Square even shoulders and the satin skin,
Gone cheeks of the dancing woman,
Still the old dead dry talk, gassed out
It is ten years gone, makes stiff about her a glass,
A petrification of air.
The old room of the tawdry class asserts itself.
The yound men, never!
Only the husk of talk.
O voi che siete in piccioletta barca,
Dido choked up with sobs for her Sicheus
Lies heavy in my arms, dead weight
Drowning with tears, new Eros,
And the life goes on, mooning upon bare hills;
Flame leaps from the hand, the rain is listless,
Yet drinks the thirst from our lips,
solid as echo,
Passion to breed a form in shimmer of rain-blur;
But Eros drowned, drowned, heavy-half dead with tears
For dead Sicheus.
Life to make mock of motion:
For the husks, before me, move,
The words rattle: shells given out by shells.

The live man, out of lands and prisons,
Shakes the dry pods,
Probes for old wills and friendships, and the big locust-casques
Bend to the tawdry table,
Lift up their spoons to mouths, put forks in cutlets,
And make sound like the sound of voices.
Lorenzaccio
Being more live than they, more full of flames and voices.
Ma si morisse!
Credesse caduto da se, ma is morisse.
And the tall indifference moves,
a more living shell,
Drift in the air of fate, dry phantom, but intact,
O Alessandro, chief and thrice warned, watcher,
Eternal watcher of things,
Of things, of men, of passions,
Eyes floating in dry, dark air;
E biondo, with glass-gray iris, with an even side-fall of hair
The stiff, still features.
 

luka

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I think Kenner talks about this line as wave in
and wave out, raking back the pebbles

Ear, ear for the sea-surge—;
 rattle of old men's voices
 

version

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I read Craner's essay on Pound and Salò earlier. I haven't read enough Pound to know whether he's right about everything in it, but it made sense to me and I agreed with the point about not trying to downplay his politics or separate them from the work.
 

version

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That comment underneath... 😂
Bill Sigler says:
July 12, 2016 at 7:50 pm

It saddens me to read from intelligent, caring people statements like “an attachment to crank economics and conspiracy theory that leads, eventually and inexorably, from left or right, into the gutter of anti-Semitism.” So social credit theories that seek to balance the power to issue credit between private bankers and governments are crank conspiracy theories, even though most people actually still think that governments issue currency and control their money supplies? Our age is so ignorant and self-righteous it can blithely and arrogantly dismiss any idea, no matter how deeply thought or well-researched, simply because it might offend some religious group. It makes Pound’s hysterical condemnations of modernity seem perfectly justified in hindsight.
Who's "Bill Sigler"?
 

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craner

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I read Craner's essay on Pound and Salò earlier. I haven't read enough Pound to know whether he's right about everything in it, but it made sense to me and I agreed with the point about not trying to downplay his politics or separate them from the work.

Thank you Version. I appreciate you reading it. Rest assured, I am right about everything in it.
 
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