Ezra Pound: Canto XV


The Fifteenth Canto continues in that same profane, jeremiadic style now associated with Ginsberg that we saw in the previous Canto.

The fragmented, angry lines are filled with images of the body in decline (“Infinite pus flakes, scabs of a lasting pox“). Again, the target is the financial, best expressed by the line crying “the beast with a hundred legs, USURA” (I take “USURA” to be a reference to “usury”).

This Canto does a better job of bringing the “traditional” Poundian form to than the last one. The language is more erudite and reference laden, and even at its most vulgar, remains more measured and does not sacrifice aesthetics for anger (nor did Ginsberg, by the way – in case my words might be interpreted that way).

Branko Boskovic Gets His Shot


Though he recently hobbled off the field with an injury, as I had hoped, has been getting more and more minutes and he has managed to strut his stuff. Most obviously, he’s provided a much better option than Dax McCarty on set pieces. But he’s also given the team those flashes of unpredictably and creativity.

The players most able to change a game, in terms of the offense, have a tendency to disappear in games. Zinedine Zidane, who could sometimes be omnipresent in a game, but who could also be utterly useless for 89 minutes and then, in a single flash of inspiration, make the most utterly transcendent pass that split the opposition’s defenders in absolute futility, leaving a teammate freely able to bury the ball in the back of the net. Similarly, the great Brasileno striker Ronaldo could be lazy and ineffectual for almost an entire game, leaving his team with effectively only ten players, instead of eleven; then suddenly he would peel off the shoulder of his marker, flip the ball over another defender and chip the ball over the goalkeeper with shameless cheek to win the game.

Boskovic is neither a Zidane nor a Ronaldo. But the best teams need that player who cannot be counted out because he will try the most surprising and unexpected plays without warning to break down a formerly stubbornly impenetrable offense.

Myself, I will always remember my  hometown Tampa Mutiny and the great Carlos “El Pibe” Valderrama, the best player to have ever graced Major League Soccer. Valderrama was a difficult player, in many ways. You had to build the team’s style entirely around him or else watch everything fall apart. And sometimes, he just wouldn’t show up, figuratively speaking. But then other times, he would work magic.

I don’t even say that Boskovic is Valderrama (in truth, he was unique – the only player that compares to him in style is the Argentina’s Juan Roman Riquelme). But I will enjoy watching United so much more if they have that ability to startle, which right now only the striker Charlie Davies’ brings – and he needs a good midfield creator to serve up those chances to him (did I mention that Zidane and Ronaldo played together in Madrid?).

Ezra Pound: Canto XIV


The Fourteenth Canto is something very new compared to the earlier Cantos – an enraged jeremiad against aspects of the modern age.

The particular aspects are dealing with financial dealings. Knowing what we know now, it is obvious that Pound saw the source of the corruption caused by finance and banking as being connected with Europe’s Jewish community (particularly the Jewish banking family, the Rothschilds).

But reading it while trying to hold off preconceptions, you would not be surprised to be told that the author was Communist or Anarcho-Syndicalist.

In addition, as a jeremiad, this Canto seems to lead in a direct line to Ginsberg’s Howl (though I couldn’t say whether Ginsberg specifically read The Cantos, though he was a well read poet).

Who disliked colloquial language,
Stiff-starched, but soiled, collars
                   circumscribing his legs,
The pimply and hairy skin
                   pushing over the collar’s edge,
Profiteers drinking blood sweetened with s–t,

Please note, it was Pound himself (or at least my edition of him) and not me that wrote “s–t” for “shit.”

Mitch Daniels


The word now is that Mitch Daniels will take advantage of Haley Barbour’s departure from the Republican field to begin running himself.

Before we delve into that, a word about what “running for president” now means. With the proliferation of varieties of campaign finance, one can run for much longer without actually “declaring” and opening a federal campaign account. In the past, it was a straight line from not running to what was called an exploratory committee to officially running. Now, various soft money accounts can be much easily used to drag the process out.

Haley Barbour never opened a federal, hard money campaign account for a presidential campaign. He never formed an exploratory committee. But he was running for president. He did so by forming a number of state based PACs to fund his travel and other campaign activities.

He was running and he looked at the response he was getting from voters and donors. He and his team pored over the crosstabs of polls.

He did that and he saw that he was losing. This early, losing doesn’t mean being behind the front runner. It means not seeing that path victory.

Barbour and his team couldn’t put together a path to victory for the unreconstructed brobdingnagian lobbyist. So he dropped out. But because he had been running in what is colloquially called the “invisible primary,” without having formed either of those two “official” campaign accounts, when he dropped out, he described it as a decision “not to run.”

Which is rank bulls–t.

He ran and he lost, that’s all.

There was some effort to correlate Barbour’s dropping out to Mitch Daniels moving to get in.

Most of what was put forward was also rank bulls–t.

Yes, Barbour would have tried to be the wise navigator of difficult economic policy concerns. But mostly he was going to try and make a good showing in New Hampshire and then try and roll up as much of the South as he could.

Mitch Daniels is of Arab-American descent and is uncomfortable talking about the hot button issues of social conservatives. Not exactly a cinch in a GOP primary in a Southern state, is he?

Supposedly, Barbour and Daniels are good friends. Daniels waiting until Barbour flunked out to start making moves to get in probably has more to do with the personal relationship between the two than any shared constituencies (including donor constituencies – Barbour’s donor base was the result of years of personal relationships and could hardly be transferred to someone else by just handing over his rolodex; it just doesn’t work that way).

Ezra Pound: Canto XIII


Ok. The Thirteenth Canto  consisted entirely of a conversation covering some small section of Chinese history. While mildly interesting, it was not particularly poetic nor particularly innovative.

Dire News for Book Publishing Industry?


Another day, another article about the death of book publishing due to e-books.

My main concern is how online only stores like Amazon and online only methods of purchasing and reading books like e-books reduce that old-fashioned activity known as browsing.

Especially for someone like myself, whose book buying habits lean towards niche tomes, I depend on various forms of browsing to discover new books. While some of those forms of browsing are online, the publishers themselves depend on dedicated booksellers in brick and mortar locations to keep them, if not in the black, at least marginally out of the red.

Ezra Pound: Canto XII


The Twelfth Canto moves closer to modern times and certainly well away from Renaissance Italy. The focus is on finance (insurance, securities, speculation), specifically some speculation by a Manhattan firm in Cuba.

In one sense, this is enjoyable to read. Pound compares finance to more honest labor. But knowing what we know about Pound, this enjoyment is outweighed by a deep and nagging discomfort, knowing as we do that Pound’s bias against banking and finance was driven by a terrible and unforgivable commitment to anti-Semitism.

Borders on Sunset and Vine Is Closing


The Borders that used to be my Borders is closing. A short walk from my studio apartment in Hollywood, I went there to browse and discover new books.

And now it’s almost gone. The ones you though would never close are closing.

The same goes for independent bookstores. Places you thought would last forever. The ones you thought inspired to loyalty and devotion to keep going, simply didn’t.

Have we forgotten how to read books?

Amazon is no replacement for a real place where you can browse, chat, and ask questions.

Ezra Pound: Canto XI


The Eleventh Canto continues with the fragments of Renaissance history. The recurring character we encounter is “Sigismundo.” Pound reflects on his career as a condotierre (mercenary), working for the various city states (including the Papacy) that vied for ascendancy in Italy.

Though not here, in the previous Canto, he was portrayed as a touch irreligious, but in truth, his life’s work was the reconstruction of a church in the town in Rimini.

Pound’s focus on things like the numbers of soldiers and mounted calvary on the various sides of the conflicts in which Sigismundo participated gives a nice touch of the quotidian to the whole matter. Not the grand sweep of history, but the logistical issues of a minor figure trying to get by in a land filled with great men.

Parents CAN Rid Campuses of Communists