Sounds very much to me like a Grouche Marx routine;
A says one thing and B hears another.
You say impotence;I say importance.
It is important for poets to writhe in pain
for whatever reason. I envy him his pain.
I'm sure Pound did too.
It's much too late to pity him.
I'm sure, with his wit, he would laugh at
the joke were he with us still.
Spring has sprung, the grass iz riz,
I wonders where the boidies iz.
The boids iz on the wing, they say; but that's absoid.
I thought the wings wuz on the boid.
April iz the cruellest munth.
Quoting cr mittal <[log in to unmask]>:
> Some fun -- by accident or design
> "He [Pound] wants me to bring out a Vol. after the War," Eliot enthused to
> Aiken in late September 1914, adding ruefully: "The devil of it is that I
> done nothing good since J. A[lfred] P[rufrock]. and writhe in impotence"
> (LOTSE, 58). Pound immediately grasped Eliot's importance, and he was
> soon laboring to get all his early poems into print. More important, his
> encouragement had rekindled Eliot's ambitions...
> ~ Lawrence Rainy, Introduction to The Annotated Waste Land
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