"It is . . . the utterance of clever people in despair, or hovering upon the brink of that precipice. . . . [T]heir lamentation [is] . . . 'In the midst of this desolation, give me at least one intelligence to converse with.'"
- Ezra Pound, on the poetry of Marianne Moore and Mina Loy, 1918
25 February 2017 - *The first two stages, though good and purifying, end when we die. *A friend asks how--at our age--to deal with losses. My mother Martha refused to grieve ...
19 hours ago