Okay, you're right. I'd forgotten how sort of sharp and pleasant and pointed Pound's short poems can be. It almost makes up for slogging through the bazillion lines and footnotes and Greek and completely incomprehensible nonsense of his longer poems. (Me, hold a grudge? Never...)
Eliot, for some reason, is the poet whose work sticks most with me out of that era - I think I must have just imprinted on him during my modern poetry class, or something. Need to read more Auden, more HD, more of everyone else from that era.
Hell, the man's probably even read all of The Faerie Queene.
He probably has, and I'm faintly jealous of that. I need to put in the effort to read more poetry.
Maybe 'cause the fabrics aren't crazy like they are for the alien races.
Ahhh, the aliens and their couch fabric. Poor aliens. ...Hell, poor actors. All that latex, hot lights, and then couch fabric on top of it all. :(
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Date: 2010-08-12 04:02 pm (UTC)Eliot, for some reason, is the poet whose work sticks most with me out of that era - I think I must have just imprinted on him during my modern poetry class, or something. Need to read more Auden, more HD, more of everyone else from that era.
Hell, the man's probably even read all of The Faerie Queene.
He probably has, and I'm faintly jealous of that. I need to put in the effort to read more poetry.
Maybe 'cause the fabrics aren't crazy like they are for the alien races.
Ahhh, the aliens and their couch fabric. Poor aliens. ...Hell, poor actors. All that latex, hot lights, and then couch fabric on top of it all. :(