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Tag Archives: Ezra Pound
Rejoyce. It’s Bloomsday.
Some men send flowers to commemorate an anniversary. James Joyce wrote Ulysses. Overachiever. On June 15, 1904, young James Joyce sent a note to Nora Barnacle, who was a waitress at Finn’s Hotel. Barnacle (what an apt name) was a … Continue reading
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Tagged Bloomsday, E.M. Forster, Edna O'Brien, Ernest Hemingway, Ezra Pound, Ford Madox Ford, Frank McCourt, George Bernard Shaw, Gertrude Stein, Henry Miller, Ireland, John Banville, Katherine Mansfield, Stefan Zweig, Sylvia Beach, T.S. Eliot, Ulysses, Vladimir Nabokov, W.B. Yeats, William Carlos Williams
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“Fear adjective; they bleed nouns. Hate the passive.” — poet Basil Bunting
It’s his birthday today. By all accounts, including his own, Basil Bunting was some kind of genius prodigy. Along with everything else, he was also Iran correspondent for the London Times for a bit, and was very interested in Persia … Continue reading
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Tagged Basil Bunting, England, Ezra Pound, Iran, Michael Schmidt, poetry, W.B. Yeats
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2020 Books Read
What a year, huh. What a dumpster-fire year. I read a lot, mostly in the mornings, and it helped create rituals for the days, which often seemed endlessly the same, interchangeable. I read a lot of long and challenging books … Continue reading
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Tagged Austria, ballet, Ballets Russes, Belfast, Biography, books read, Croatia, Czechoslovakia, Czeslaw Milosz, dance, Dubravka Ugrešić, Elinor Lipman, Elizabeth Bishop, Eminem, essays, Ezra Pound, fiction, H.D., Hannah Arendt, Hitler, Ireland, Jane Austen, Jean Arthur, Marcel Proust, Nick Tosches, nonfiction, Olivia Laing, poetry, Poland, politics, Rebecca West, Robert Kaplan, Roman empire, Russia, Ryszard Kapuściński, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Shirley Jackson, Stalin, true crime, Ukraine, war, WWII, Yugoslavia
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My Social-Distancing “#StayTheFHome” Reading List
Have a lot of writing to do, plus my day job, which I already do remotely (so hanging around in my apartment with my cat is not all that big an adjustment), although having three weeks of perishable food lined … Continue reading
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Tagged Austria, Biography, D.H. Lawrence, Elizabeth Bishop, Ezra Pound, H.D., Marcel Proust, Nick Tosches, Russia, Stefan Zweig, stuff I've been reading, true crime, war
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Happy Birthday, H.D.
The poet Hilda Doolittle (known as H.D.) was born in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania on September 10, 1886. It is difficult for me to really realize that she was born in Pennsylvania and not Liverpool, her name sounds so My Fair Lady-ish. … Continue reading
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Tagged D.H. Lawrence, Ezra Pound, H.D., poetry, Sergei Eisenstein
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The Books: “The Norton Anthology of Modern and Contemporary Poetry” – H.D.
Daily Book Excerpt: Poetry: The Norton Anthology of Modern and Contemporary Poetry, Volume 1: Modern Poetry, edited by Jahan Ramazani, Richard Ellmann, and Robert O’Clair The woman’s name was Hilda Doolittle. I can’t help but think about My Fair Lady … Continue reading
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Tagged Ezra Pound, H.D., Norton Anthology of Poetry, poetry, Sergei Eisenstein
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The Books: “The Norton Anthology of Modern and Contemporary Poetry” – Ezra Pound
“Do not retell in mediocre verse what has already been done in good prose.” – Ezra Pound I grew up hearing stories of Ezra Pound, not just of his fascism and his time in a cage in Italy, or being … Continue reading
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Tagged Ezra Pound, Norton Anthology of Poetry, poetry, politics, Walt Whitman, war
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The Books: “The Norton Anthology of Modern and Contemporary Poetry” – William Carlos Williams
Daily Book Excerpt: Poetry The Norton Anthology of Modern and Contemporary Poetry, Volume 1: Modern Poetry, edited by Jahan Ramazani, Richard Ellmann, and Robert O’Clair For me, William Carlos Williams was one of the poets where my first response to … Continue reading
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Tagged Ezra Pound, Norton Anthology of Poetry, poetry, William Carlos Williams
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Occupation
[I am working on] a poem of immeasurable length which will occupy me for the next four decades, unless it becomes a bore. — Ezra Pound, 1915