tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post5658597976520474242..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Ezra Pound: A Paradise Lost (Notes for Canto CXX)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-68439354132162189612011-02-25T07:08:34.618-08:002011-02-25T07:08:34.618-08:00In turning the small quiet remaining "voice&q...In turning the small quiet remaining "voice" of the poem over to the the elements, Pound almost seems to be passing on to nature -- always his spiritual source, though sometimes he spoke of it as gods and goddesses -- the keys to his kingdom. After this divestment came silence.<br /><br />The wind speaking through the rock of the Altiplano, the earth speaking through the great volcanic rift in Iceland, these expressions of natural energy and force seemed to echo, perhaps, some of the poet's lost and unspoken "words".<br /><br />As to the apparent admission of error, I think all that's revealed is that Pound was all along as conscious as almost everyone else of how close his whole great poem always came to disintegrating into chaos. But there are kinds of order within kinds of apparent disorder, maybe. This would be the theme of Robert Duncan, in exchanging thoughts with EP's onetime classmate and sweetheart H.D.: <br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/ezra-pounds-hodge-podge-robert-duncan.html" rel="nofollow">Ezra Pound's Hodge-Podge (Robert Duncan to H.D.)</a>TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-61458256343234769322011-02-25T04:24:15.422-08:002011-02-25T04:24:15.422-08:00Absolutely wonderful poem, thanks Tom.Absolutely wonderful poem, thanks Tom.Issa's Untidy Huthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07352841590717991698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-46018515771349592682011-02-25T02:01:36.134-08:002011-02-25T02:01:36.134-08:00Reading these "breaking through the noise&quo...Reading these "breaking through the noise", plain but bold words, makes me want to speak less but more clearly -- to make what I say count, to digress less. The Bolivian stone paired with its Icelandic prototype images is quite a feat of matching, half a world away.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-48579533328486998572011-02-24T09:10:49.902-08:002011-02-24T09:10:49.902-08:00Also by EP:
Ezra Pound: As toward a bridge over w...Also by EP:<br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/ezra-pound-as-toward-bridge-over-worlds.html" rel="nofollow">Ezra Pound: As toward a bridge over worlds</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/ezra-pound-farfalla-in-tempesta.html" rel="nofollow">Ezra Pound: Farfalla in Tempesta</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/ezra-pound-separation-on-river-kiang.html" rel="nofollow">Ezra Pound: Separation on the River Kiang</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/ezra-pound-taking-leave-of-friend.html" rel="nofollow">Ezra Pound: Taking Leave of a Friend</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/ezra-pound-black-panther-lies-under-his.html" rel="nofollow">Ezra Pound: The black panther lies under his rose-tree</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/ezra-pound-river-merchants-wife-letter.html" rel="nofollow">Ezra Pound: The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter</a>TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.com