Saturday, May 19



Ezra Pound an American Poet—“the poet’s poet”-- and a Literary Critic of the Modern era, was born in Idaho in 1885. He went to the University of Pennsylvania where he studied languages (and was already familiar with Greek and Latin) and from 1903 to 1906 he studied “Anglo-Saxon and Romance languages at Hamilton College. In 1908, Pound began a series of travels throughout Europe, and gathering experiences that would, later on, influence him in such a way as to cause him the great trouble. By 1912 he was recognized as a prominent poet, and helped found the Imagist movement.
Pound is a controversial figure of literary worth; a man with a pre-world war II connection to Fascism, for he was voicing his “support for Fascism over Italian radio,” and by 1945 he was arrested by the U.S. Army, and was declared “insane,” after being put through an extensive medical examination, he was, accordingly, found “unfit to stand trial for treason and was committed to a hospital in Washington, D.C. until 1958, when his charges were finally dismissed and he was released from hospital.
Pound’s Cantos brought him the prestigious Bollingen Prize in 1948 and an Academy of American Arts Fellowship in 1963. He died on November 1, 1972, in Venice.


Go, my songs, to the lonely and the unsatisfied,
Go also to the nerve-racked, go to the enslaved-by-convention,
Bear to them my contempt for their oppressors.
Go as a great wave of cool water,
Bear my contempt of oppressors.

Speak against unconscious oppression,
Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative,
Speak against bonds.
Go to the bourgeoise, who is dying of her ennuis,
Go to the women in suburbs.
Go to the hideous wedded,
Go to them, whose failure is concealed,
Go to the unluckily mated,
Go to the bought wife,
Go to the woman entailed.

Go to those who have delicate lust,
Go to those whose delicate desires are thwarted,
Go like a blight upon the dullness of the world;
Go with your edge against this,
Strengthen the subtle cords,
Bring confidence upon the algae and the tentacles of the soul.

Go in a friendly manner,
Go with an open speech,
Be eager to find new evils and new good,
Be against all forms of oppression.
Go to those who are thickened with middle age,
To those who have lost interest.

Go to the adolescent who are smothered in family-
Oh how hideous it is
To see three generations of one house gathered together!
It is like an old tree with shoots,
And with some branches rotted and falling.
Go out and defy opinion,
Go against this vegetable bondage of the blood.
Be against all sorts of mountain.

Ezra Pound (1885-1972)

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serendip said...

Great artwork and poem.

Bita said...

dear serendip,