Yawn. Nothing like hitting a rubber nail on the head.
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From: "Carrol Cox" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Tuesday, December 19, 2006 3:10 PM
Subject: Re: 4QReadings - Of Love
> Carrol Cox wrote:
> > Marcia Karp wrote:
> > >
> > > Whose childhood? Fraser's or Pound's?
> > >
> > > Marcia
> > Caught with my pronouns down. From Fraser's childhood.
> I dug up the book and (lest it pass with the days news) here is the
> complete anecdote. I've often found the metaphor useful:
> When I was a boy in the late 1920s and early 1930s in Aberdeen, a
> Scottish city characterised by a fierce reticence about the easy
> expression of human emotions, my young sister and I used to go almost
> every Saturday afternoon to the movies, the old silent pictures; during
> the more excessively sentimental episodes of a movie my sister would
> lower her eyes and begin, in sheer embarassment, to chew the fingers of
> her cotton-gloves. This is still a habit of hers when attending the
> theatre. We invented a family adjective based on this habit of hers, an
> adjective to be applied to any kind of hamminess, any kind of easy
> relapsing into stock responses, any cinema-organ use of the _vox humana_
> stop, in human emotion or art: the adjective glove-sucky. A number of
> Pound's early poems are glove-sucky. . . .And there is the shockingly
> embarassing, the extremely glove-sucky, "Ballad of the Godly Fere,"
> about Jesus. . . .It tells one something about the solid power of human
> bad taste that this was one of the most popular, of the most
> anthologized, of Pound's early poems: Christ as Teddy Roosevelt. . . .
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