Thursday, October 20, 2005

Positive Thoughts Amid the Struggle

Dear Mr. Covington:

From the fascist poet and genius Ezra Pound -- who was sent to the insane asylum for broadcasting for Mussolini, and who was finally released thanks to the intervention of his acolytes including Robert Frost and T.S. Elliot. Let these stanzas comfort those of us who are in this struggle. - Ité

Go my songs, seek your praise from the young and from the intolerant.
Move among the lovers of perfection alone.
Seek ever to stand in the hard Sophoclean light
And take your wounds from it gladly.


O helpless few in my country,
O remnant enslaved!
Artists broken against her,
A-stray, lost in the villages,
Mistrusted, spoken-against,
Lovers of beauty, starved,
Thwarted with systems,
Helpless against the control;
You who can not wear yourselves out
By persisting to successes,
You can only speak,
Who can not steel yourselves into reiteration;
You of the finer sense,
Broken against false knowledge,
You who know at first hand,
Hated, shut in, mistrusted:
Take thought:
I have weathered the storm,
I have beaten out my exile.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

You are a fuckwit Harold!

7:12 PM  

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