>site is named after petrarch Mediocre poetry is in the long run the same in all countries. The decadence of Petrarchism in Italy and the 'rice powder poetry' in China arrive at about the same level of weakness despite the difference in idiom.
Anonymous :
30 days ago :
No.3067
>>3103
>>3067 (OP)
Are you stating your own opinion or giving us Pound's?
>>3349>>3067 (OP)
>"I must fight a suspicion of conspiracy against my brain when I see blandly accepted as 'great literature' [...] the pretentious nonsense of Mr. Pound, that total fake."
>>3067 (OP)
Are you stating your own opinion or giving us Pound's?
I think we need poundchan.it
>>3103
>>3067 (OP)
Are you stating your own opinion or giving us Pound's?
It is Pound's.
Pound thought prose was poetry. Lol
Rejecting sonics and meter to "make things new" is peak midwit.
>>3067 (OP)
>"I must fight a suspicion of conspiracy against my brain when I see blandly accepted as 'great literature' [...] the pretentious nonsense of Mr. Pound, that total fake."
>3309
Pound didn't reject metre, his ambition was actually the consistent return to metre. You can't really have any opinion on Pound without knowing someone so basic.
Also he was friends with and admired by Robert Frost.
Anonymous :
27 days ago :
No.3455
>>3514
>>3455
But he looked like an artist, so it stands to reason that he was.
>>3519>>3455
Mega cope
>>3528>>3455
Pound did indeed herald the proliferation of slop.
Winter is icumen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm.
>>4329>>3455
>Pound was backed by early intelligence agencies
The CIA is coming for our iambs!
No, Pound was a destructive force in poetry. Whether intentional or not he helped usher in the modern slop.* He was a fauxet himself, a “fraud” indeed as Nabokov put it.
He championed “poets” who abandoned meter. He championed Walt Whitman, who not only abandoned meter but everything else that constitutes a poem. His poetry is largely just rote recitation of lists, rather than poetry. Pound was a poet in the same way a witch doctor who knows how to apply a bandaid is a surgeon.
His being friends with Robert Frost refutes nothing.
*Even when composing formal verse, he was terrible. … It’s been revealed Pound was backed by early intelligence agencies and had links to secret societies. That explains how this unpoetic loudmouth got anybody to listen to his views. Galleries were set up with military funds. Books were bought by the government and distributed at a loss. Academics, journalists, critics are bought and paid for, so that they insist that non-art is indeed art—so much so that finally people without the gall to question things finally believe them. That is how people like Pound et al et al ad nauseam came to be accepted as artists.
>>3455
No, Pound was a destructive force in poetry. Whether intentional or not he helped usher in the modern slop.* He was a fauxet himself, a “fraud” indeed as Nabokov put it.
He championed “poets” who abandoned meter. He championed Walt Whitman, who not only abandoned meter but everything else that constitutes a poem. His poetry is largely just rote recitation of lists, rather than poetry. Pound was a poet in the same way a witch doctor who knows how to apply a bandaid is a surgeon.
His being friends with Robert Frost refutes nothing.
*Even when composing formal verse, he was terrible. … It’s been revealed Pound was backed by early intelligence agencies and had links to secret societies. That explains how this unpoetic loudmouth got anybody to listen to his views. Galleries were set up with military funds. Books were bought by the government and distributed at a loss. Academics, journalists, critics are bought and paid for, so that they insist that non-art is indeed art—so much so that finally people without the gall to question things finally believe them. That is how people like Pound et al et al ad nauseam came to be accepted as artists.
But he looked like an artist, so it stands to reason that he was.
>>3455
No, Pound was a destructive force in poetry. Whether intentional or not he helped usher in the modern slop.* He was a fauxet himself, a “fraud” indeed as Nabokov put it.
He championed “poets” who abandoned meter. He championed Walt Whitman, who not only abandoned meter but everything else that constitutes a poem. His poetry is largely just rote recitation of lists, rather than poetry. Pound was a poet in the same way a witch doctor who knows how to apply a bandaid is a surgeon.
His being friends with Robert Frost refutes nothing.
*Even when composing formal verse, he was terrible. … It’s been revealed Pound was backed by early intelligence agencies and had links to secret societies. That explains how this unpoetic loudmouth got anybody to listen to his views. Galleries were set up with military funds. Books were bought by the government and distributed at a loss. Academics, journalists, critics are bought and paid for, so that they insist that non-art is indeed art—so much so that finally people without the gall to question things finally believe them. That is how people like Pound et al et al ad nauseam came to be accepted as artists.
Mega cope
>>3455
No, Pound was a destructive force in poetry. Whether intentional or not he helped usher in the modern slop.* He was a fauxet himself, a “fraud” indeed as Nabokov put it.
He championed “poets” who abandoned meter. He championed Walt Whitman, who not only abandoned meter but everything else that constitutes a poem. His poetry is largely just rote recitation of lists, rather than poetry. Pound was a poet in the same way a witch doctor who knows how to apply a bandaid is a surgeon.
His being friends with Robert Frost refutes nothing.
*Even when composing formal verse, he was terrible. … It’s been revealed Pound was backed by early intelligence agencies and had links to secret societies. That explains how this unpoetic loudmouth got anybody to listen to his views. Galleries were set up with military funds. Books were bought by the government and distributed at a loss. Academics, journalists, critics are bought and paid for, so that they insist that non-art is indeed art—so much so that finally people without the gall to question things finally believe them. That is how people like Pound et al et al ad nauseam came to be accepted as artists.
Pound did indeed herald the proliferation of slop.
Winter is icumen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm.
Who brought this to pass?
Who has brought the flaming imperial anger?
Who has brought the army with drums and with kettle drums?
Barbarous kings.
A gracious spring, turned to blood-ravenous autumn,
A turmoil of wars-men, spread over the middle kingdom,
Three hundred and sixty thousand,
And sorrow, sorrow like rain...
>>3455
No, Pound was a destructive force in poetry. Whether intentional or not he helped usher in the modern slop.* He was a fauxet himself, a “fraud” indeed as Nabokov put it.
He championed “poets” who abandoned meter. He championed Walt Whitman, who not only abandoned meter but everything else that constitutes a poem. His poetry is largely just rote recitation of lists, rather than poetry. Pound was a poet in the same way a witch doctor who knows how to apply a bandaid is a surgeon.
His being friends with Robert Frost refutes nothing.
*Even when composing formal verse, he was terrible. … It’s been revealed Pound was backed by early intelligence agencies and had links to secret societies. That explains how this unpoetic loudmouth got anybody to listen to his views. Galleries were set up with military funds. Books were bought by the government and distributed at a loss. Academics, journalists, critics are bought and paid for, so that they insist that non-art is indeed art—so much so that finally people without the gall to question things finally believe them. That is how people like Pound et al et al ad nauseam came to be accepted as artists.
>Pound was backed by early intelligence agencies
The CIA is coming for our iambs!
Anonymous :
11 days ago :
No.4330
>>4373
>>4330
"Against our souls of night
Our hearts with green alight
Prepared for any blow:
The fire with which we glow.
In darkness, agents all
United stand, or fall,
But stand we shall and take
The very tools which make
This plan we did conceive
By which we could conspire
To hollow and deceive
Their senses and desire
Their tongue with lesser fare
To whet, the palate bare.
The threat they pose to dull
By emptying each skull,
Their sharpest wits depose:
Turn poetry to prose!"
First rites to rewrite rights
Then meter in their sights.
The spooks in shadows wait.
"To realize the feat
And finalize their fate
Monopolize the foot!"
On common man their boot
So they remain elite
While we degenerate.
>>4330
>>4329
Intentionally or not, you serve their interests.
"Against our souls of night
Our hearts with green alight
Prepared for any blow:
The fire with which we glow.
In darkness, agents all
United stand, or fall,
But stand we shall and take
The very tools which make
This plan we did conceive
By which we could conspire
To hollow and deceive
Their senses and desire
Their tongue with lesser fare
To whet, the palate bare.
The threat they pose to dull
By emptying each skull,
Their sharpest wits depose:
Turn poetry to prose!"
First rites to rewrite rights
Then meter in their sights.
The spooks in shadows wait.
"To realize the feat
And finalize their fate
Monopolize the foot!"
On common man their boot
So they remain elite
While we degenerate.