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The Wunderkammer of the Mild Colonial Boy, Esq., a Reactionary Tory Gentleman, who armed only with a Steampowered Babbage Engine and Pure Intentions, wanders the Time Streams and Aetheric Plane gathering an Eccentric Hodgepodge of Curiousities, Frivolities, Whimsicalities and Nonsense.

Q. Why is your Tumblelog called "My Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning"?

A. Because "My Grandmother's Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning" wouldn't fit in the available space.

urubuskin:

“The apparition       of these faces       in the crowd   :
Petals      on a wet, black    bough   .”

In a station of the metro by Ezra Pound

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lumpy-pudding: Ezra Pound: from Hugh Selwyn Mauberley (1920)THERE died a myriad,And of the best, among them,For an old bitch gone in the teeth,For a botched civilization,Charm, smiling at the good mouth,Quick eyes gone under earth’s lid,For two gross of broken statues,For a few thousand battered books.

lumpy-pudding:

Ezra Pound: from Hugh Selwyn Mauberley (1920)

THERE died a myriad,

And of the best, among them,
For an old bitch gone in the teeth,
For a botched civilization,

Charm, smiling at the good mouth,
Quick eyes gone under earth’s lid,

For two gross of broken statues,
For a few thousand battered books.

granta:

Rare 1939 recording of Ezra Pound giving a fiery reading of an early poem:

I
Damn it all! all this our South stinks peace. 
You whoreson dog, Papiols, come! Let’s to music! 
I have no life save when the swords clash. 
But ah! when I see the standards gold, vair, purple, opposing 
And the broad fields beneath them turn crimson, 
Then howls my heart nigh mad with rejoicing. 

II 
In summer have I great rejoicing 
When the tempests kill the earth’s foul peace, 
And the lightnings from black heav’n flash crimson, 
And the fierce thunders roar me their music 
And the winds shriek through the clouds mad, opposing, 
And through all the riven skies God’s swords clash. 

III 
Hell grant soon we hear again the swords clash! 
And the shrill neighs of destriers in battle rejoicing, 
Spiked breast to spiked breast opposing! 
Better one hour’s stour than a year’s peace 
With fat boards, bawds, wine and frail music! 
Bah! there’s no wine like the blood’s crimson! 

IV 
And I love to see the sun rise blood-crimson. 
And I watch his spears through the dark clash 
And it fills my heart with rejoicing 
And pries wide my mouth with fast music 
When I see him so scorn and defy peace, 
His lone might ‘gainst all darkness opposing. 

V 
The man who fears war and squats opposing 
My words for stour, hath no blood of crimson 
But is fit only to rot in womanish peace 
Far from where worth’s won and the swords clash 
For the death of such sluts I go rejoicing; 
Yea, I fill all the air with my music. 

VI 
Papiols, Papiols, to the music! 
There’s no sound like to swords swords opposing, 
No cry like the battle’s rejoicing 
When our elbows and swords drip the crimson 
And our charges ‘gainst “The Leopard’s” rush clash. 
May God damn for ever all who cry “Peace!” 

VII 
And let the music of the swords make them crimson! 
Hell grant soon we hear again the swords clash! 
Hell blot black for always the thought “Peace!”

(Source: youtube.com)

amandaonwriting: Literary Birthday - 30 October Happy Birthday, Ezra Pound, born 30 October 1885, died 1 November 1972 Five Ezra Pound Quotes Good writers are those who keep the language efficient. That is to say, keep it accurate, keep it clear.  If a nation’s literature declines, the nation atrophies and decays.  Properly, we should read for power. Man reading should be man intensely alive. The book should be a ball of light in one’s hand. In our time, the curse is monetary illiteracy, just as inability to read plain print was the curse of earlier centuries.  Poetry is a sort of inspired mathematics, which gives us equations, not for abstract figures, triangles, squares, and the like, but for the human emotions. If one has a mind which inclines to magic rather than science, one will prefer to speak of these equations as spells or incantations; it sounds more arcane, mysterious, recondite.  Ezra Pound was one of modern poetry’s most important contributors. T. S. Eliot declared that Pound “is more responsible for the twentieth-century revolution in poetry than is any other individual.” Pound stressed clarity, precision and economy of language.He worked in London in the early 20th century as foreign editor of several American literary magazines. Pound supported the work of T. S. Eliot, James Joyce, Robert Frost and Ernest Hemingway. He was responsible for the publication of Eliot’s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and for the serialization of Joyce’s Ulysses.  From Writers Write

amandaonwriting:

Literary Birthday - 30 October

Happy Birthday, Ezra Pound, born 30 October 1885, died 1 November 1972

Five Ezra Pound Quotes

  1. Good writers are those who keep the language efficient. That is to say, keep it accurate, keep it clear. 
  2. If a nation’s literature declines, the nation atrophies and decays. 
  3. Properly, we should read for power. Man reading should be man intensely alive. The book should be a ball of light in one’s hand.
  4. In our time, the curse is monetary illiteracy, just as inability to read plain print was the curse of earlier centuries. 
  5. Poetry is a sort of inspired mathematics, which gives us equations, not for abstract figures, triangles, squares, and the like, but for the human emotions. If one has a mind which inclines to magic rather than science, one will prefer to speak of these equations as spells or incantations; it sounds more arcane, mysterious, recondite. 

Ezra Pound was one of modern poetry’s most important contributors. T. S. Eliot declared that Pound “is more responsible for the twentieth-century revolution in poetry than is any other individual.” Pound stressed clarity, precision and economy of language.
He worked in London in the early 20th century as foreign editor of several American literary magazines. Pound supported the work of T. S. Eliot, James Joyce, Robert Frost and Ernest Hemingway. He was responsible for the publication of Eliot’s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and for the serialization of Joyce’s Ulysses. 

From Writers Write

"It takes six or eight years to get educated in one’s art, and another ten to get rid of that education."

— Ezra Pound. (via indignantkenyan)

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handbookoftradition: “Properly, we should read for power. Man reading should be man intensely alive. The book should be a ball of light in one’s hand.” - Ezra Pound

handbookoftradition:

“Properly, we should read for power. Man reading should be man intensely alive. The book should be a ball of light in one’s hand.” - Ezra Pound

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cercleproudhon: gatakka: Man Ray - Ezra Pound, Paris, 1923 “It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse.” ― Ezra Pound

cercleproudhon:

gatakka:

Man Ray - Ezra Pound, Paris, 1923

“It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse.”
― Ezra Pound

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whistlerian: Wyndham Lewis - Drawing of Ezra Pound (1915)

whistlerian:

Wyndham Lewis - Drawing of Ezra Pound (1915)

marycaple: Ezra Pound by Man Ray, Paris 1923

marycaple:

Ezra Pound by Man Ray, Paris 1923

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Ezra Pound- “ANCIENT MUSIC”

bikerbar:

pound

Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm.
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm.

Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damn you, sing: Goddamm.

Goddamm, Goddamm, ‘tis why I am, Goddamm,
So ‘gainst the winter’s balm.

Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm.
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.

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A parody of the Anglo-Saxon poem, Cuckoo Song
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