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Ian had felt it: ‘blown to pieces?’ ‘aint no son of a bitch can help me’ ‘one god and Mahomet’ stamped by Roger of Sicily John Heydon, the signatures ‘daily exercise or more power than any President’ The EMPEROR ploughed his furrow and his wife for a word / for the mistranslation of XREIA L’arif est gai, de bonne humeur, souriant Old Peters after ’48 that was novis, nova remedia Till Di Marzio cita Out of Earth into tree And might be lost if I do not record them the madness & cancer are nothing VIII  Lines for Olga, 1962–1972 & the grasshopper was not yet dead on his stalk The gondolas dying in their sewers and as to why this timing? flood & flame Olga’s name being courage And there was nothing but water melon Notes Index 146 148 149 150 152 154 155 156 159 161 163 165 167 170 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 218
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Introduction Ezra Pound devoted much of his life to the writing of a long poem, The Cantos, which was to be a history both of the world and of himself, a new Odyssey telling the story of an exile’s return to his home and promised land, and a new Divine Comedy depicting the arduous ascent from Hell to an erotic and visionary Paradise. However, while those great models were based on a linear narrative, Pound, a poet of the image and of sudden intuitions, tells his story circularly, by repetition and variation. The part contains the whole, and canto 1 already offers a blueprint for the entire poem, going from Odysseus’s descent to Hades to a vision of Venus, she of ‘dark eyelids’, as well as ‘mirthful’. She is Baudelaire’s beautiful temptress, revisited by an American poet who arrived in Europe with an insatiable desire for knowledge and self-affirmation. Consequently, over the fifty-year course of Pound’s poem, states of mind alternate, and the only continuous and irreversible story that we can make out in its turbulent pages is the poet’s own life, his travels and sudden departures, his pitfalls and misadventures, his aesthetic youth, his maturity increasingly occupied by economic projects, the day of reckoning of his incarceration, the relatively serene twilight of his final years. Pound always wrote with incisiveness and passion, and the best parts of The Cantos are an eccentric but powerful chronicle of his times and of some of their most representative figures. The troubadour and friend of Yeats of the London salons; the Renaissance scholiast and guru of Shakespeare and Company, the Paris bookshop patronized by Joyce and Hemingway; the passionate tennis player and compiler of ABCs (How to Read, Guide to Kulchur, ABC of Economics), perfectly

Ian had felt it: ‘blown to pieces?’

‘aint no son of a bitch can help me’

‘one god and Mahomet’ stamped by Roger of Sicily

John Heydon, the signatures

‘daily exercise or more power than any President’

The EMPEROR ploughed his furrow and his wife for a word / for the mistranslation of XREIA

L’arif est gai, de bonne humeur, souriant

Old Peters after ’48 that was novis, nova remedia

Till Di Marzio cita

Out of Earth into tree

And might be lost if I do not record them the madness & cancer are nothing

VIII  Lines for Olga, 1962–1972 & the grasshopper was not yet dead on his stalk

The gondolas dying in their sewers and as to why this timing?

flood & flame

Olga’s name being courage

And there was nothing but water melon

Notes

Index

146

148

149

150

152

154

155

156

159

161

163

165

167

170

175

176

177

178

179

180

181

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