"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
18 April 2024
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The central project is done. Double done, like double dutch, difficult.
Consider the word “liquidate.” To make a solid flow is to throw it out. To
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What serious woman intellectual or artist would lack empathy for the profoundly blocked desire Pound records here? And it tells something deeply sad about our culture that such rich and perceptively aware conversational sounding-boards are fairly rare for smart women. Their wish for this caring gift is even openly skewered and frustrated. Maybe that's one reason why Virginia Woolf believed she needed a wife.
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