notes toward pound joyce and


Ezra pound's ear is not to be trusted
as the same ear misheard
Milton ______________________________(now an irony presents itself because I have told  people time and again  they will write better ifthey read Ezra Pound __ yet his ear's judgement errs when it comes to the poet of Paradise Lost __ How's that? _how does it about that one of the sharpest 'Ears'of his generation  was not keen for Milton'Sound ___ it's not complex really ___Milton's necessary  aesthetics did not match Pound's so the latter had to be against the former ~_ Pound had similarly mixed feelings toward Whitman but did come around to some extent  but  _ with Milton this never was the case) 

  and because of this:

Pound___ lacked the objectivity (caught up as he was in the fight to forge his own objectivity)

to stand back
from what he
thought he understood of Milton.  a well known example being 
 the comment on p 50-1 ABC of reading)  EP refers
to this phrase from the epic   ~

'Him who disobeys Me disobeys,' (PL book 5) Pound calls it bad writing and goes then and tries to 'translate' it as it were into 'good writing.'  missing the point completely  ~ he translates into prose and reduces the diversity of sense in the phrase 

 Because Pound was a polemicist he could' n see the ear trees for the good woods. Of course he is funny! he's funny because he berates Milton yet he himself will go way off on many limbs in his Cantos

and so 

To imagine or suggest that this greatest of musical poets _ John Milton ___
wrote because he had too much Latin in his brain is

an error that only a skewed ear would come up .

Ezra Pound's ear was sensitive to the nuances of the new in dozens of
but in Milton's
case he missed 

times his 'screwball'
confused matters...
it happens...

A similar complaint was launched at Whitman- who beat everyone at their own game
with his self proclaimed Song of Myself, his 'barbaric yawp' ___ as if he knew that his critics were lying in wait for him like little savage dogs. And harping ; whinging circuitous critics, and would be poets, complaining and taking apart others work, instead of focusing on their own. Always the negative ~

At best perhaps Pound had to do
that so he could write what he wrote.
For that we can thank him
for the great things
he uncovered

(however his delires

leave more than things
to be desired)

He did not appreciate Milton's
music and so called Latinate
inversions diversions and debouching
of what he Pound imagined
as the English language.
Pound also did not get Whitman
till quite late the game

“A Pact”

by Ezra Pound

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.'

Dig Pound's idiom __ his tone 
filled with Oedipal whining and complaint. It is Pound who was
pigheaded not Whitman

Pound persona is not Wordsworth's the child is the father to man
he 's more of the bullying kid
busting up his old man
s 'mutton chop's
getting the  guy out of the way

admitting to a friendship
not quite welcome
'let there be commerce .... between  us....'

between us not quite  a becoming

but a strata 
of ideograms

Commerce not
Commerce that crass store Pound hates so much

His relations  to Whitman remain ambivalent and he's aloof to his own
learning reverting at the last
moment to an almost archaic use of the word 
he Can't say O let there be exchange

and he's right in a sense it's the economy of own verse
that he's after his own
 'counting' out versus Whitman's liberal coinage 

Whitman's rich squandering ... his open ended rhythms

but the ambiguity remains 
Pound 'carves' 
Whitman's 'breaks'

thus there no equality
in the 'wealth of nations'

(of poets) 

Pound handles the poet of leaves and grass  as  

as Breton's  surrealism staked
out the claim
was the positive antidote to
 the disruptive  influence   of Tzara's Dada

And for both Breton and Pound

these critical ideas become the fascist line


the racist delire of  anti-Semitisms

 Pound's obsession with 'commerce' and 'weath' and economy in general
lead to the grand diversion of the Cantos
and the mad freight they carry

Whereas with the Bard well, WS

he did not get Shakespeare at all.

Twice or maybe three times n the ABC of reading __ on the whole a passable but cranky book __ and in other later polemical 'teaching' guides __ he repeats the gaff
of a story
about Shakespeare wanting to be a poet
and since he could not he became a playwright. what silliness

Shakespeare was a poet all of the time__ He breathed poetry ~

Everything he wrote was poetry.

Shakespeare is both the Homer of English and its Sophocles.

Pound did not get Shakespeare, Milton, nor in the end did he get Joyce .

He misunderstood Finnegans Wake and the implications of what Joyce Daedalus had been doing from the start . As far back as the Portrait ~ On the first page of the book it is signaled to the reader the 

importance of sound, whether it be spoken or heard . Heard in the inner/ and outer ear ~ . The heart sound of the choral ear ~ . the flushing toilet brings words to Dedalus' ear not cacaphony  ~ Joyce is our Mozart ~ of the english language which I will give you back when I am don ~ e .

Pound is the great pedant. A great pedant poet and only when he is stripped of everything does he write
great poetry that stands alone. the Pisan Cantos 

In Finnegans Wake and Ulysses (as with Paradise Lost, with Homer and Virgil) one delights from the great learning displayed. One is not dimmed or delayed or brought to task for it_ nor is one browbeaten. You either go with its forage or ride the waves as they come ~
You are invited to learn more if you wish to pick it up and go along as you can

One either takes it up, the mantle of learning, or one does not and one continues reading and enjoying
. Repetition _____________ joy.

This does not suit the talent of smaller critical minds. Those who are cleaning and sweeping have no time really for what's in the way, but must move on to the affirmative ~

No so with the Cantos. Hence the majority of the Cantos will never be read because they are incomprehensible.

Finnegans Wake, for all of its apparent obscurity is simpler and if one follows what Joyce said about reading it __ Read it aloud with Lips and Eyes, its murmuring voices become clearer.

Whereas the Wake is utterly joyous in its erudition and infinite jeu de mots.

Pound does not derive from the great tradition of blind bards and tragic masters.
He is closer to another school that of satire.__ think of Sextus Propertius, Catullus and others he admired ..... I'd say that off the bat   ~

Pound's greatest poems require no learning as they are learning. In the sense that they are a learning. Great and and even and good poems are the learning. Those that sing teach us without us even knowing. There are many great Pound poems . there are many stripped and bare poems he admired for just that reason __ Think of the Chinese poems he loved __ Li Po's works for instance ~

Pound's ignorant remarks about Milton reveal that he lacked the open minded and fairer mindedness of Joyce that he missed a singular and universal quality of the Joycean vision. That vision being one of the great learner, open to everything and all styles. 

He misses the great justice of the Joycean Daedalus vision.

Daedalus learns because of love and life, not because of learning itself. And as Daedalus moves forward to meet Bloom,_ he sees what he has already seen that is the life that is great teacher, and that he like we the readers goes to embrace life for the thousandth time.

Joyce understood everything__ Pound was partially blinded and of course the irony is that it was Joyce who suffered the endless eye problems __ 27 operations.

The blind poet sees more than the  other.

Pound knew this _ he pays homage to Joyce in the later Cantos

Yet Pound could not undo his blindness to Whitman and Milton  ~ he was pooer for it   ~. And we are

richer  ~    


the(e) gooey

We will do the gooey-booey-boogie!
No the gooey-wooey-boogie!hahahaha
or the gooey-booey woogie!



re this flagship ...

in and out of the merry go round


Re: this flagship ...

Mister D : what's yr most recent fairy tale?

    CD. the fictions and various strata the lines of escape

                 the middle

                  finding the middle




Žižek's : Thanks to the EU’s villainy, Greece is now under financial occupation




Syriza’s left wing has split from the party, becoming the third largest group in the Greek Parliament.

Plus:   https://www.jacobinmag.com/2015/07/tsipras-euro-debt-default-grexit/



who held the broken word?


                bread the bone in a stone


                              croaking its lonesome air of conversation

                spinning over the strung out mountain


 those lines (which) came to me quite quickly echo in my mind some of the cadences of Crow by Ted 

Hughes. So I consider them a little imitation and homage that my unconscious mind produced without 

any effort.  it's the training mind that works thus

  the mind that's always working

we need not fear influence but learn from it  

  the generous labor of universal imagination ac ross the centuries
          t   i            m                   e    .





cheers! chairs bears! mares lairs!
i think i used to own a set of those.
but id prefer to see your fingers holding the corn
or flicking that little whip of yrs
and then swish-swish or spank spank or behind behind! 
A nicker of words!
A knicker ticker of paroles!
a nicker of paroles et mots!
O mon dieux!
Are you in a tizzy?



..' heartener ...'


Heartener, thank you W.B. Yeats and Ireland and history, t hank you goodnight, the end of the world that was not ever going to be a tapering place but the run of the mill(ion) of the floss 





 do stars fall or turn upward


she leaves


she leaves her point of view open/ always

  so that's not leaving /it's staying


a   stay a  woman's stay
   her delicate behind        _______________________



.. sleeps ...


  she sleeps under Perseids
            in 'court'  the ball of stars falling around her
        in the land of the troubadours

how blessed is she
  this woman


as for me


as for me I eat levitating in the air.



expatriat .. m,oi ... impatriat

   expatriate /impatriat duffy/ miller /mar(k)covitch/butler what tongue you drink , quench

----------- what is your iridzz  flo(a)w? an air on the sea 
                                                                  st Sir brendan.

wi(e)'ill shew night

______________ naturally we make our language of the ones we've been given.   governments and  like minded institutions wish to homogenize those wild dialects, crazy accent,  & broken singular  (ss) that sleep on the watch of language  
                                                               that other tongue the non living which's not our own  ..

_________________ Be fat with  it is what I say!




molar/ molar North polar
molar molar north polar

 be fun to do a  song sort of thing with that eh?



what is ?


   what is english literature? a  movie? a comic book a plate serving on the quarterdeck of a boat                   bolted to the sea    



Re: and


Mister Dusky   that's doing beckett if i might say so yourself is not is it Knott?: and

    ( on another topic were not for her calling why keep the dang phone!) (what good's a phone if

           no lover called calling calling she's calling calling and the bell is ringing ringing ringing)

But yes you're quite right on I'd say doing beckettdoing joyce doing shakhisspeare and what's tto be done

with this joy of what's been done? been done before a thousand times a million a million times a hundred and a hundred times over a billion and a thousand times more then more of a hundred million billion times to a trillion?

 to do to be done to do to be doing what's done the world wide over in the loving of man and woman of the vaccum and sun the cave and gum

   of the earth mother and father and sun    .


my letters


   my letters to her are imperfect    .

------------------------------------------- imperfect is love  -----------------------------------------


and| pitch your feet toss your sauce

  and is there no unfixed date for a man to create? ach is it a man creates and not the liar fixed on their 

  ruined castles in the air  the dividers of the world and rule. and the walkie-talkies and the restaurants. what word held this?

  in the olden days  a man'd walked the sea to the woman
                         he                      loves  




     I say I  meaning  you . something along those ears. An Iridz man speaking undernearth the brow of his language. 'undurrh'  engglissh the tishtongue of irisssh  . and loneliness . the terrible killing fear that killed your time. (but how know it brought you here if indeed it did? )  (what did they know that did not love its power know of your force to love pulling you hence agen agen not power as theirs but greater )  the language of the king and ween.a  pox on their brains crowned with buckwheat flour and pooridge!

 what language as we speak? its tongue awake crying in the night O soldier O solitary singer.

what wound brought you here the broiling tongues and uncertain hesitations the distant tongues, the uncertain commas and period of grace a period of charm and its long terminal grace a repeating season 'etre' to its reason and song the bunches of words in your head .


_______________ what is ? ---------------


     what is this my relation to the English language,  I the exiled son of a  dear Irish man
    a man dead before his time    

               and I banished in my own city the language of love and beauty silenced
                to the dread  of night and political hypocrisy

  nationalism be damned and all those that in their sickness of greed and desire for power seek it out and spit its filthy products on the rest of us    that merely wanted to speak.

_________________  those that  vanquish a language will be vanquished. their empty tongues come back to haunt them a double ghost of mute dumbness.

_________________________and those that oppress the imaginative spirit. of good creating.


draft of a draft an ink to pen what's come via the heart and rose to the sea


'perhaps my little notes are poems for you, as secret gifts crossing the
  ocean and air-waves
  to your heart
    your heart of tongues if i can be so bold  to coin such a phrase
   . alors    I work here and there, and this work is a pleasure  writing to you. '


  The day he meets her it  is a surprise of joy as t hey ' ve nurtured a well nourished prize
            b e  t  w  e   e   n         t   h                e                       m





   the(e) legs of one's mouth
                    go south




'ca m ... p .... a ... i g ... n'


  the longest latitude the stupidest campaign the eon of idiocy is perhaps coming to an end    .. as  the country shakes off

 t he dust o f  the   "Prime beef minister  and minions of the oil boom"

   capital era comes to ending  ?

  it comes to an end
   one hopes and copes

  a shame on the Canadian culture

   what ever that might mean

  a shame with those that went along with it

a  shame for those supported  it

   for those that rationalized the corrupt stinky


Courage   of those who've stood fast against  it    


Of course one must not entertain too many illusions as to what changes the n.d.p. might and might not bring but it's a step in the right direction.

________________________ Or really  stepping in the left    latitudes.

re-reading the Brumaire . of K.Marx my word.

Most day...

Most day i'm too slow even
getting past first base

    but with you by my side i'm sure to get past first
    & all the way home
  to the diamond furrow
  a t   your  feet


a sympathetic cut on


 a sympathetic cut on the right side  o  f  my  l i  p  s



yr one for the birds....


a   few quid.... a  few bob ...

  English slang ...