I read a little poetry occasionally. There are many poets I like ranging from Cavafy to my favorite Ted Hughes.
This blog is to complain about some recent efforts to revive the memory of disgraced Ezra Pound. Pound was unquestionably a traitor who ranted on Italian radio during WWII about how evil America was and how it was run by the evil Jews.
It is also claimed that he was a poet. I’ve read some of his Cantos, the Malatesta Cantos, which are not good English and certainly not good poetry. They are confused, arcane and worst of all, in English, have no linguistic power.
I think my judgement may be shaped by the fact that I read all his political tracts about money in pamphlets I got at City Lights bookstore owned by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, back in 1962. The pamphlets were the work of an absolute idiot who had no understanding of the world and was nothing but your garden variety Jew hater.
Only such a person could use poetry to be mistaken for a competent adult. His poetry was no more competent nor meaningful than his other understanding of the world. A buffoon using literary cover to pass for a competent adult.