He once had a royal dust up with Pound in the letters to
the Editor column of NEW.
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From: "Carrol Cox" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Thursday, May 17, 2007 7:01 AM
Subject: Re: Of bats and poets [Was Re: autobiography & 4Q]
> And poor old Homer blind, blind, as a bat,
> Ear, ear for the sea-surge, murmur of old men's voices: . . . .
> Canto II
> What? like Sir _Richard_, rumbling, rough and fierce,
> With ARMS, and GEORGE, and BRUNSWICK crowd the verse?
> Rend with tremendous Sound your ears asunder,
> With Guns, Drum, Trumpet, Blunderbuss & Thunder?
> Or nobly wild, with _Budgell's Fire and Force,
> Paint Angels trembling round his _falling horse_?
> Sat. II i
> and (Truth as sea surge)
> _Truth_ breaks upon us with _resistless Day_. . . .
> E.on C.
> While _Expletives_ their feeble Aid _do_ join,
> And ten low words oft creep in one dull line.
> E.on C.
> Eliot seems to have tried it occasionally:
> Words strain,
> Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
> Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
> Decay with imprecision, will no stay in place. . . .
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