Ezra Pound: Canto LXXVIII

This Canto was a lot more fun to read than its immediate predecessor.

This poem is ultimately about and the unintended consequences of even good intentions.

Near the beginning:

Cassandra, your eyes are like tigers,
     with no word written in them
You also have I carried to nowhere
           to an ill house and there is
                                no end to the journey.
                                The chess board too lucid
the squares are too even…theatre of war…
” theatre ” is good. There are those who did not want
      it to come to an end.

And then the very end:

In the spring and autumn
      In “The Spring and Autumn”
                                                    there
                                                      are
                                                       no
                                                righteous
                                                     wars

Is Pound feeling regret? How does this Canto reflect changes in his attitude? Or are there changes? He could still be a monumental fascist ass, yet oppose war, couldn’t he? That’s not a statement; it’s a question.

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