Other then The Pact is there any other poems Pound wrote about other poets. Im writing a report on The Pact and was wondering if there was a trend there.
I’m driving home highlands at midnight and
Ferlinghetti’s playing on tape
talking Ezra Pound and baseball and infinity
and it’s silent out
there’s a pause in the poetry and
I hear this infernal crack
like Satan’s bullwhip
and in the darkly sky
like a strange and divine x-ray
a ghostly colossus lighting bolt appears
only its not so much a bolt
as a sort of spit (Satan’s spit)
this great bony arm is lying on its side
maybe even like a clothesline
and all the withering heathens
slung over like undergarments
and I look up
I don’t say anything
I don’t think anything
I just look
first drops drip now like messengers of wartime
and it pours
as if all the bathwater of Babylon
had been thrown overboard
and I think I’m gonna die
so I roll the windows down
and I bellow
and I think about God
and the rain bellows back
soaking me in judgment
(the road is gone now)
I see lights flicker here and there
red, white
like angels and demons roaming the land
in game or conflict
but it’s only cars and
they’re moving like vagrants in Paris
and they’re blindfolded
so I pull over
to the side of the non road
and I stop
and I sit back and I think and I stare
it’s a long time gone
and the rain against the windshield
looks like the colors of the world are melting
and then the rain stops
the clouds stop and the wind stops
and it all stops
even the mist settles like a fishing net
drifting down to ocean depths
and the world stops
and I look at the sky
and the moon is just sitting there
like an opal on some dark velvet jewelers display
my eyes drift lazy down each star
as if by rope ladder, down further down
and I’m painting pictures of vision and demigods
I see the dashboard now
I’m out of gas
and there’s faces in the wind
Actually, Jack, this was a true experience. I'm not a religious person, or at least I don't subscribe to any religion, but I'm open to it.
I was driving home from a Church get together thing and it was weirdly quiet out sorta prestormy. I did have Ferlinghetti playing and the poem I described there in my own poem is called Baseball Canto.
And all of what follows did occur. I will admit tho, it wasn't highlands at midnight. It was pretty flat and maybe 9:30. :/
Although I was on the highway. :)
That's not to say I don't add a little embellishment tho.
I’m driving home highlands at midnight and
Ferlinghetti’s playing on tape
talking Ezra Pound and baseball and infinity
and it’s silent out
there’s a pause in the poetry and
I hear this infernal crack
like Satan’s bullwhip
and in the darkly sky
like a strange and divine x-ray
a ghostly colossus lighting bolt appears
only its not so much a bolt
as a sort of spit (Satan’s spit)
this great bony arm is lying on its side
maybe even like a clothesline
and all the withering heathens
slung over like undergarments
and I look up at it
I don’t say anything
I don’t think anything
I just look
first drops drip now like messengers of wartime
and it pours
as if all the bathwater of Babylon
had been thrown overboard
and I think I’m gonna die
so I roll the windows down
and I bellow
and I think about God
and the rain bellows back
soaking me in judgment
(the road is gone now)
I see lights flicker here and there
red, white
like angels and demons roaming the land
in game or conflict
but it’s only cars and
they’re moving like vagrants in Paris
and they’re blindfolded
so I pull over
to the side of the non road
and I stop
and I sit back and I think and I stare
it’s a long time gone
and the rain against the windshield
looks like the colors of the world are melting
and then the rain stops
the clouds stop and the wind stops
and it all stops
even the mist settles like a fishing net
drifting down to ocean depths
and the world stops
and I look at the sky
and the moon is just sitting there
like an opal on some dark velvet jewelers display
my eyes drift lazy down each star
as if by rope ladder, down further down
and I’m painting pictures of vision and demigods
I see the dashboard now
I’m out of gas
and there’s faces in the wind
What are the expectations from the wife who await her husband's return? Would the same be expected from the husband if it were the wife who had gone away?
V. The River Merchant's Wife
While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
I played about the front gate, pulling flowers.
You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse,
You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums.
And we went on living in the village of Chokan:
Two small people, without dislike or suspicion.
At fourteen I married My Lord you.
I never laughed, being bashful.
Lowering my head, I looked at the wall.
Called to, a thousand times, I never looked back.
At fifteen I stopped scowling,
I desired my dust to be mingled with yours
Forever and forever and forever.
Why should I climb the lookout?
At sixteen you departed,
You went into far Ku-to-en, by the river of swirling eddies,
And you have been gone five months.
The monkeys make sorrowful noise overhead.
You dragged your feet when you went out.
By the gate now, the moss is grown, the different mosses,
Too deep to clear them away!
The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind.
The paired butterflies are already yellow with August
Over the grass in the West garden;
They hurt me. I grow older.
If you are coming down through the narrows of the river Kiang,
Please let me know beforehand,
And I will come out to meet you
As far as Cho-fo-Sa.
-- Ezra Pound
its my asignment ... pls help me thank you...
How do the cold images (cold weather & cold hearted words) contribute to the overall meaning of the powm?
How does that image enhance your understanding of the Seafarers journey?
heres a link to the poem if you havent read it.
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/ezra_pound/poems/18800
In the movie Seven Pounds, There is a scene where Ezra the blind man is sitting in a diner talking to the waitress about giving her son piano lessons and she walks off. Ben approaches him and asks "are you gonna ask her out?". Ezra reply's in a whisper "Oh no no, I don't think she see's me..."
I feel exactly like Ezra in the scene. Everyone is only seeing his blindness and not who he really is inside. I feel as if everyone is only seeing my outer shell(whatever that is) and not who I really am and that I have feelings too. nobody is taking an interest in who i am at all these days anymore. Am I not cool? Am I fat? Ugly? That stuff shouldn't matter, right? How can I give them the opportunity to see?
I'm almost in 10th grade by the way, if that helps any...
Talent knows no age boundaries. If the poem is great, it matters not if you're 13 or 33. Same for if the poem is garbage. It almost looks like, in many cases, you are saying "If this is garbage, it's not really my fault . . . blame the year I was born in."
If you're the best poet on here, and you're 13 . . . you'll still have your critics. Every poet has those people that can't stand them. For years, until recently persuaded, I thought Dickinson was too much in love with her hyphens to be any good. I still think Ezra Pound is a no-talent hack, and as far as Alan Ginsberg goes . . . yeesh. BUT, all three of them have their defenders as well, some of which would crucify me for what I've said about Pound and Ginsberg (at least). Point being, you'd want a thick skin regardless of how old you are, so why try to deflect criticism with the age factor?
Please read nothing overly critical into this . . . just help me understand why age matters to you.
Thanks all!
SIN: on a "good ego" day, I blow 'em off with a "what do you know anyway?" BUT . . . yeah, I gotcha, on the *other* days.
Buk: Honestly, I thought you were pushing the underside of 60 . . . don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, lol.
Imagist poetry continues to influence poets today. The primary poets of this movement were: Ezra Pound, Hilda Doolittle (HD), William Carlos Williams, and Amy Lowell.
After reading “In a Station of the Metro” by Ezra Pound (1885-1972), and “The Red Wheelbarrow” and “This Is Just to Say” by William Carlos Williams (1883-1963),
Bob Dylan
desolation row
They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row
Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row
Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row
Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row
Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row
Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row"
Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row
Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
"Which Side Are You On?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row
Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From desolation row
It may have been written by Ezra Pound. All I remember is that people speculated on whether it was an elaborate hoax or not.
Yeah, I agree with the Twilight, haha, but I'm being serious for once
What was the point in Emily meeting Ezra at the end of the movie? What did Ben (Will Smith) give Ezra? The piano? Money?
i searched online and found out the ezra recieved Ben's cornea's? does that mean he could see Emily cuz i wasnt sure, although he was walking without a cane
Mine is Kahil Gibbran.... absolutely my all time, best loved poet and philosopher.
Tell me a few of your favorites?
Also like Lord Byron,Oscar Wilde's poems and Ezra Pound :)
I apologize for the length of this. There are about three different problems tangled up in here. Read the first and last paragraph for a summary.
I've recently been diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder. I've always had trouble perceiving "reality", so to speak, and gauging my reactions to things. I tend to either blow events out of proportion, or not respond to situations that really require responding to.
Right now, I'm 27 and have just gone back to college after a long furlough. I have two years left until I finish my undergraduate degree, and am in a school where I can use some of my higher credits towards both my undergraduate and my graduate degree, so I should have a graduate degree- if all goes well- by the time I'm 30.
The problem is, I need a job to support myself. My Mom has been very generous with supporting me in school for the past year (I've been taking 18 credits every semester, and she sends me $800 for every month that I am in school), but she is also bipolar, and much more severely so than me. I am always afraid of losing her financial support, as she threatens to cut off support whenever we have a disagreement about anything. She was supporting my 19-year-old brother through school, but cut off his support in November, because he voted for a different candidate than her (so did I, but I haven't told her that). (Just to give perspective, she recently married a very well-off man, and it is my stepfather who is essentially supporting my education, but she writes the checks.)
Okay- So, bottom line. I really, really want to support myself and stop getting support from my Mom. My personality kills me everytime I go in for a job interview, though. I try to be "natural" and "myself", but i'm starting to think that that may be just about the worst thing for a "functional" bipolar person to do. I'm willing to do any kind of work (except the world's oldest profession). I am very responsible and hardworking when I get into a work environment, but I've also been called "The Absent Minded Professor" by coworkers more times than I can count. I speak four languages (English, French, Spanish, and Mandarin) fluently, but on a bad day my mind confuses them, and I start speaking (essentially) in Ezra Pound cantos. I am also, most of the time, a very good writer (this question is not an example:), but when I get depressed I can barely put two words together. It's almost like a gap opens between the synapses of my brain. When I apply for jobs, about fifty percent of the time, I actually get called in for an interview on the basis of my resume. In the actual interview, though, I come off as either "unbalanced" or "unstable" (actual terms used). The weird thing is, I feel normal when I'm giving the interview, and most of the time think they went well. Is there any way to correct my perception or my reactions to these situations? I am really, really, really past an acceptable stage of relying on my parents, and I will take any advice.
I have to do a presentation on Imagism (a type of poetry).
The poets are Ezra Pound, Amy Lowell and William Carlos Williams.
The presentation should be as fun as possible and I really want to involve the whole class. Something like a game, and we can have food too. I just don't know how to incorporate things like music and food and games into a presentation about poetry. :P
I need some ideas. Please. Thanks.
When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogs
I am compelled to conclude
That man is the superior animal.
When I consider the curious habits of man
I confess, my friend, I am puzzled.
i THINK understand the poem: The dog is not the superior animal. Niether are humans the same as
animals. Dogs can be loving, witty, violent and exhibit any number of
other complex behaviours that they may share with humans. Humans, however,
have creative capabilities of art, and of science. Dogs can use their
reasoning skills to catch a ball or a frisbee, but they will never, as
Newton did, attempt to use that principle to explain the motion of the
stars and planets.
The key to the second part of the poem is that humans can choose to act
constructively, through science, art, literature, archecture...any number
of disciplines OR to just be lazy. A lazy human is not superior to a dog.
i cant find any forms of figurative language in this.......
are there any?
1. From what you know of United States history, which document was Lincoln quoting when he said in "The Gettysburg Address" that the nation was dedicated to the proposition "that all men are created equal"?
The Emancipation Proclamation
The Declaration of Independence
The Equal Rights Amendment
The Missouri Compromise
2. What might be assumed about a letter that is not assumed about a journal?
that the intended reader knows background information about the writer
that no one except the writer will read the work
that the writer intends the work to be published eventually
that the work contains only opinions
3. Mark Twain uses exaggeration in "The Boys' Ambition" primarily to
make the townspeople look ridiculous.
emphasize the boys' feelings about steamboating.
contrast Hannibal with St. Louis.
make the story entertaining.
4. In "To Build a Fire," which of the following character flaws brings about the man's tragic end?
cowardice
carelessness
overconfidence
greed
5. The tone of "Wagner Matinee" by Willa Cather can best be described as
sympathetic.
distant.
accusatory.
apologetic.
6. What musical device does T.S. Eliot use in the following excerpt from "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"?
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
alliteration
internal rhyme
simile
narrative
7. Which of the following senses is NOT appealed to by the following line from Ezra Pound's "The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter"?
I played about the front gate, pulling flowers.
sight
smell
taste
touch
8. In a literary work, what is a theme?
a mood or atmosphere
a description of a character
a repeated musical idea
a statement about life
9. Which quotation from "The Unknown Citizen" is the clearest example of satirical writing?
"Except for the War till the day he retired/ He worked in a factory and never got fired..."
"And his Health-card shows he was once in hospital but left it cured."
"He was married and added five children to the population."
"Our researchers into Pubic Opinion are content/ That he help the proper opinions for the time of year..."
10. In his "Nobel Prize Acceptance Speech," Faulkner wants writers to act responsibily by writing about "the heart." What does he want them to do?
write about light romance
write about subjects that really matter
write about medical topics
write fiction instead of nonfiction
11. Which line from "The Negro Speaks of Rivers" is written in the present perfect tense?
"My soul has grown deep like the rivers."
"I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young."
"I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep."
"I heard the singing of the Mississippi..."
12. A grotesque character is
a physically unattractive character.
an unpleasant character.
one who acts immorally or unlawfully.
one who is dominated by some kind of obsession.
13. In "Suspended," Joy Harjo recalls the smell of aftershave that _____________________ her father's car.
concocted
permeated
replicated
congregated
14. The selection from The Woman Warrior focuses mainly on the personal impressions of which character?
Brave Orchid's niece
Brave Orchid's daughter
Brave Orchid
Moon Orchid
15. What are antojos?
friends
fruits
cravings
good deeds
16. "For the Love of Books" is an appropriate title for Rita Dove's essay because it
explains why people love to read.
describes how reading gave Dove encouragement and inspired her to pursue writing.
describes the first moment that Dove discovered the power of books.
lists Dove's best-loved books.
17. In James Baldwin's story, what does the rockpile symbolize?
carefree youth
evil and danger
forbidden joys
blind obedience
18. Considering Tituba's state of mind when she began naming names in Act I of The Crucible, what can you infer about her motivation?
She was afraid of Reverend Hale and thought naming names would save her from punishment.
She actually saw Goody Good and Goody Osburn in the forest and wanted to tell the truth.
She was confused and was talking about a dream she once had.
She didn't like the women she named, and she hoped they'd be punished.
19. In Act II of The Crucible, when Mary says that the crowd parted for Abigail like the sea for Israel, she makes
a comparison to politics.
eventual trouble for Abigail.
an allusion to the Bible.
a bigoted joke.
20. Which character from Act III of The Crucible does NOT fit into one of these categories: accuser, accused, or court official?
John Proctor
Mary Warren
Reverend Hale
Giles Corey
21. The climax of Act IV of The Crucible occurs when
Parris reveals that Abigail Williams has disappeared.
Elizabeth Proctor is brought into the cell.
Proctor decides to confess to witchcraft.
Proctor refuses to sign the confession.
22. What are the two main parts that make up the structure of a written drama?
dialogue and stage dir
okay if you don't like conspiracy's don't bother reading all of this - Im trying to perfect my timeline so anyone who knows any history to do with the '13 bloodlines' or the Rothschilds would be helpful.
The Rothschild Bloodline
The Rothschild Family (Often referred to simply as
the Rothschilds) is an international banking and
finance dynasty of German Jewish origin that
established operations across Europe, and was
ennobled by the Austrian and British Governments.
The family's rise to international prominence:
Mayer Amschel Rothschild (1744-1812).
He developed a finance house and spread his empire
by installing each of his five sons in European
cities to conduct business. An essential part of
Mayer Rothschild's strategy for future success was
to keep control of their business in family hands,
allowing them to maintain full descretion about the
size of their wealth and their business
achievements.
Mayer Rothschild successfully kept the fortune in
the family with carefully arranged marriages
between closely related family members.
His 5 sons were:
Amschel Mayer Rothschild (1773-1855): Frankfurt
Salomon Mayer Rothschild (1774-1855): Vienna
Nathan Mayer Rothschild (1777-1836): London
Calmann Mayer Rothschild (1788-1855): Naples
James Mayer Rothschild (1792-1868): Paris
The acclaimd poet Ezra Pound, in his World War II
radio propoganda broadcasts from Facist Italy,
openly named the Rothschilds as masters of a
clique of banking houses that caused the World Wars,
in order to profit from them and get countries in
debt to the lending central banks which Pound
claimed the Rothschilds interests owned and
exercised control of a nation's policy by having
the power to issue the nation's money.
The Timeline:
1790: Mayer Amschel Rothschild states,
"Let me issue and control a nation's money and
I care not who writes the laws."
1791: The Rothschilds get, "control of a nation's
money." through Alexander Hamilton (their agent
in George Washington's cabinet) when they set up
a central bank in the USA called the First Bank
of the United States. This is established with
a 20 year charter.
1811: The charter for the Rothschild Bank of the
United States runs out and Congress votes against
its renewal. Nathan Mayer Rothschild is not
amused and he states,
"Either the application for renewal for the charter
is granted, or the United States will find itself
involved in a most disastrous war."
However the United States stands firm and the
Charter is not renewed, which causes Nathan Mayer
Rothschild to issue another threat,
"Teach those impudent Americans a lesson. Bring
them back to colonial status."
1812: Backed by Rothschild money, and Nathan Mayer
Rothschild's orders, the British declare war on
the United States.
The Rothschilds plan was to cause the United States
to build up such a debt in fighting this war that
they would have to surrender to the Rothschilds,
and allow the charter for the Rothschild owned
First Bank of the United States to be renewed.
1816: The American Congress passes a bill
permitting yet another Rothschild dominated central
bank, which gives the Rothschilds control of the
American money supply again.
This is called the Second Bank of the United States
and is given a twenty year charter.
The British war against America therefore ends
with the deaths of thousands of British and
American soldiers, but the Rothschilds got their
bank.
1832: President Andrew Jackson (the 7th President
of the United States from 1829 to 1837), runs
the campaign for his second term in office under
the slogan "Jackson And No Bank!"
This is in reference to his plan to take control
of the American money system to benefit the
American people, not for the profiteering of the
Rothschilds.
1833: President Andrew Jackson starts removing the
goverment's deposits from the Rothschild controlled,
Second Bank of the United Stats and instead
deposits them into banks directed by democratic
bankers.
This causes the Rothschilds to panic and so they
do what they do best, contract the money supply
causing a depression.
President Jackson knows what they are up to and
later states,
"You are a den of thieves and vipers, and I intend
to route you out, and by the Eternal God, I will
route you out."
1835: On January 30th, an assassin tries to shoot
President Jackson, but miraculously both of the
assassin's pistols misfired.
President Jackson would later claim that he knew
the Rothschilds were responsible for the
attempted assassination.
1836: Following his years of fighting against
the Rothschilds and their central bank of America,
President Andrew Jackson finally succeeds in
throwing the Rothschild central bank out of America,
when the bank's charter is not renewed.
1841: President John Tyler (the 10th president of
the United States From 1841 to 1845) vetoed the
act to renew the charter for t
At the end why did emily meet ezra? I know she was crying because Ben donated ezra his eyes and she saw them but what was the meaning behind emily and ezra meeting eachother?
what were ezra pounds poems, Francesca and The tree about? i am doind a report about them but im not sure what the meaning of them is. can anyone explain to me what they were about and his inspiration for writing them.HELP!please
and i know its the wrong section but o well...
Poems by William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams was a medical doctor by profession. He was half Caucasian and half Puerto Rican. He was close friends with another important American poet from the early part of the 1900’s whom we will not read, Ezra Pound. I’ll leave you one of Pound’s poems, which happens to be the shortest poem I’ve every seen:
In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough. – By Ezra Pound
At the Ball Game
The crowd at the ball game
is moved uniformly
by a spirit of uselessness
which delights them —
all the exciting detail
of the chase
and the escape, the error
the flash of genius —
all to no end save beauty
the eternal -
So in detail they, the crowd,
are beautiful
for this
to be warned against
saluted and defied —
It is alive, venomous
it smiles grimly
its words cut —
The flashy female with her
mother, gets it —
The Jew gets it straight - it
is deadly, terrifying —
It is the Inquisition, the
Revolution
It is beauty itself
that lives
day by day in them
idly —
This is
the power of their faces
It is summer, it is the solstice
the crowd is
cheering, the crowd is laughing
in detail
permanently, seriously
without thought
Response: What are the positives and the negatives about a crowd? One paragraph in length. Think about what he says with regards to the “flashy female” and “the Jew.” The crowd is both beautiful and venomous, why?
The Widow’s Lament in Springtime
Sorrow is my own yard
where the new grass
flames as it has flamed
often before but not
with the cold fire
that closes round me this year.
Thirtyfive years
I lived with my husband.
The plumtree is white today
with masses of flowers.
Masses of flowers
load the cherry branches
and color some bushes
yellow and some red
but the grief in my heart
is stronger than they
for though they were my joy
formerly, today I notice them
and turned away forgetting.
Today my son told me
that in the meadows,
at the edge of the heavy woods
in the distance, he saw
trees of white flowers.
I feel that I would like
to go there
and fall into those flowers
and sink into the marsh near them.
Response: What does spring represent (think symbolism) in this poem? Why is the speaker (the widow) reacting differently to spring in this particular poem than she has in the past? One paragraph.
The Red Wheelbarrow
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
Response: This poem describes a scene, except for the very opening of the poem: “so much depends upon. . .” What depends upon this red wheelbarrow? This poem is striking for its simplicity, but much has been written about it with regards to this opening. Write a paragraph analyzing the significance of a wheelbarrow.
The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast -
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.
Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.
Thanks.
Thinking About Pound on Shattuck Avenue
by Tom Clark
Thinking about Pound on Shattuck Avenue
is like genuflecting in hiking boots a
classic case of being over equipped.
If we live in a sea of insincerity, and they say, how many additional drops
does it take to make a wave?
Forlorn as driftwood, The ABC of Reading- sits untouched, swamped by enough Chez Panisse to give Neptune a heartburn.
At the brink of the frankly autobiographical one hesitates.
Can one live with grace in such a place? Is escape possible?
Were my thoughts of the day
So what else is new… A clerk looked my way.
Art in our time is a toy of the middle class, I said, squirming in my bike pants in the pasta maker bookshop. Gourmets fidgeted all around me, eyes glued to the pages of the Rilke cookbooks. Under the effete weight the hardwood floors contracted. Death came very near. It is really all around us, a pang of dissonance hidden in the surreptitious music of the cash register, in the timid squeak of earth shoes, behind the piped Sibelius- pitched
2 years ago
pitched much too low for dogs to hear, the melody of the death of culture. Th epoets are dead. Ezra floated home on a boat of flowers just in time.
i have no idea wat this poem means and i need help. i dont understand why the author even wrote this poem. 10 pts for the best and longest answer. (this poem analysis can not be googled, i tried)
Thinking about Pound on Shattuck Avenue
is like genuflecting in hiking boots a
classic case of being over equipped.
If we live in a sea of insincerity, and they say, how many additional drops
does it take to make a wave?
Forlorn as driftwood, The ABC of Reading- sits untouched, swamped by enough Chez Panisse to give Neptune a heartburn.
At the brink of the frankly autobiographical one hesitates.
Can one live with grace in such a place? Is escape possible?
Were my thoughts of the day
So what else is new… A clerk looked my way.
Art in our time is a toy of the middle class, I said, squirming in my bike pants in the pasta maker bookshop. Gourmets fidgeted all around me, eyes glued to the pages of the Rilke cookbooks. Under the effete weight the hardwood floors contracted. Death came very near. It is really all around us, a pang of dissonance hidden in the surreptitious music of the cash register, in the timid squeak of earth shoes, behind the piped Sibelius- pitched
2 years ago
pitched much too low for dogs to hear, the melody of the death of culture. Th epoets are dead. Ezra floated home on a boat of flowers just in time.
i have no idea wat this poem means and i need help. 10 pts for the best and longest answer
Thinking about Pound on Shattuck Avenue
is like genuflecting in hiking boots a
classic case of being over equipped.
If we live in a sea of insincerity, and they say, how many additional drops
does it take to make a wave?
Forlorn as driftwood, The ABC of Reading- sits untouched, swamped by enough Chez Panisse to give Neptune a heartburn.
At the brink of the frankly autobiographical one hesitates.
Can one live with grace in such a place? Is escape possible?
Were my thoughts of the day
So what else is new… A clerk looked my way.
Art in our time is a toy of the middle class, I said, squirming in my bike pants in the pasta maker bookshop. Gourmets fidgeted all around me, eyes glued to the pages of the Rilke cookbooks. Under the effete weight the hardwood floors contracted. Death came very near. It is really all around us, a pang of dissonance hidden in the surreptitious music of the cash register, in the timid squeak of earth shoes, behind the piped Sibelius- pitched
2 years ago
pitched much too low for dogs to hear, the melody of the death of culture. Th epoets are dead. Ezra floated home on a boat of flowers just in time.
What do you think the meaning of the title is?
This is what I think.
He killed 7 people so he has a pound of weight on his shoulders for each person he killed, and each pound is lifted off with every person he helps.
This is just what I think what do you think?
And the whole jellyfish part, why do you think he used it?
I thought at first because he said he would never forget his father telling him it is so beautiful but is the most dangerous creature on earth. And then I got to thinking well he gets into a bathtub of cold water to keep his body from decaying and keeping his organs fresh, but I also think he used the jelly fish because if he overdosed that would mess up his heart and if he shot himself (ex. in the head) his eyes would be messed up. So im thinking he chose the jelly fish not only because it was beautiful but because he could save his organs.
What do you guys think?
also I know he helped:
Tim : Lung
Emily: Heart
Ezra: Eyes
Holly : Liver
Connie Tepos: His house
That little boy: Bone marrow (at least that's what I think)
And what did he give to that old man?
Is that right?
Does anybody have a general idea on what this poem is about?
I've got it as the speaker taking it hard that Pound is dead.
Any other general ideas are welcome.
Poem:
Thinking about Pound on Shattuck Avenue
is like genuflecting in hiking boots a
classic case of being over equipped.
If we live in a sea of insincerity, and they say, how many additional drops
does it take to make a wave?
Forlorn as driftwood, The ABC of Reading- sits untouched, swamped by enough Chez Panisse to give Neptune a heartburn.
At the brink of the frankly autobiographical one hesitates.
Can one live with grace in such a place? Is escape possible?
Were my thoughts of the day
So what else is new… A clerk looked my way.
Art in our time is a toy of the middle class, I said, squirming in my bike pants in the pasta maker bookshop. Gourmets fidgeted all around me, eyes glued to the pages of the Rilke cookbooks. Under the effete weight the hardwood floors contracted. Death came very near. It is really all around us, a pang of dissonance hidden in the surreptitious music of the cash register, in the timid squeak of earth shoes, behind the piped Sibelius- pitched
2 years ago
pitched much too low for dogs to hear, the melody of the death of culture. The poets are dead. Ezra floated home on a boat of flowers just in time.
I just saw the movie "Seven Pounds" with Will Smith.
First, if you haven't seen the movie don't read this question as I will ruin the ending for you.
In the end of the movie Tim commits suicide by pulling the box jellyfish into the bathtub and allowing it to sting him. He then has his heart donated to Emily and his corneas donated to Ezra.
The question; if the jellyfish's venom is toxic enough to kill Tim wouldn't that make his organs unusable?
I watched Seven Pounds staring Will Smith last night. Will gave a stunning performance and was able to keep me guessing. However, the horrific components of the ending left me emotionally bankrupt and traumatized! Anyone else have this same reaction? The ending scene with Ezra was the worst!
It is a poem by EZRA POUND entitled CINO please if you can give an analysis of it or just tell me where should look on the web i mean any website pleaaaaasssssssssseeee guys i would really appreciate
The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter by Ezra Pound
I need help finding the imagery in this poem, let me know if you can help! Thanks! And no you arent doing my homework so please dont be rude.
http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/70.html
It is very important i need a website that gives analysis for poems , but most importantly i need the analysis of this poem : CINO by EZRA POUND please guys help meeeeeeeeeeeee
Im asking because in the end he recognizes that the girl talking to him is Emily also in the beginning his eyes look pale which I think indicates he is blind but then at the end of the movie his eyes are brown
So, I am taking English 111 (English Composition 1)... I am doing this Bibliography on the poet Ezra Pound... My teacher wants me to research on him in 7 different sources... like the Dictionary of literary Biography (DLB), DAB, or twentieth century authors... Ok, so I am confused about how my teacher wants my essay (bibliography) to look like, but I do not know how it should be, that's the problem...but I am confused, should I make the paragraphs in time order, in sequence, idk... because each of the seven sources pretty much gives the same information... but anyways, one paragraph will be on one of the sources...
