Re-enlisting. My apologies, Billy, for adopting a patronising tone. A mild
case of the peculiars/ PCLRS/ personal computer list rage syndrome. But
should have left the personal out.
Though I was evidently not alone in feeling it right for you to have to
justify a categorical dismissal of Andrea Brady's poem, my over-reaction has
something to do with flashbacks to similarly brisk KOs I was on the
receiving end of, e.g. "then we turn [the work] into some sort of T.S. Eliot
crossword" (Sept.6) {Hardly seemed worth responding by the time I read my
mail on return from holiday (end Sept.)}.
Which led to the--to my mind-- highly dubious assertion, -- both in
point of fact _and _ as a reflection of the argument concerned -- that
"recent
exposition of _Her Weasels_ on this list indicates that, rather than Olson,
T.S. Eliot is his {Prynne's} onlie begetter".(Oct. 13).
Just to explain, not justify, my patronising remark re Eliot & quartets.
The names Pound & Olson, invoked for purposes of comparison on the back
cover of
_Poems_ ought to count for something, plus whatever weight you might care to
give to youthful magazine anthologisation (e.g. Cambridge Opinion 41 (1964)
"Carlos (sic) Williams in England" : Bunting, Hollo, R. Fisher, Pickard,
Prynne et al.
Not of course to (want to) deny the fact of _Four Quartets_ (for Prynne's
generation especially) being a _presence_ in the modernist landscape.
Let's agree to disagree on this one for the present; I don't mean that
patronisingly. I'll just sit up here at the back, stay calm & listen in,
Best,
John
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