>I thought Auden's "conversion" was post-WW2?
Dom placed it -- read the English Auden.
But it isn't as simple as that -- Auden screwed up royally across a tranche
of years, culminating in The Amazing Vanshing Dildo in "In Praise of
Limestone."
... and that's leave aside "The Platonic Blow"!!!
:-(((
You can't simply -- I wish you could! -- draw a line between pre- and post
1939 Auden poems.
Angels weep!!!
> Pound was barking mad, complete with trip to an insane asylum, and all
> the anxieties of his age visited upon twice-fold but he was generous
> to a fault. He was in the thick of it, though, in that period of
> ferment and fizz. Futurists, Vorticists, Dadaists, Surrealists.
> Actually, the left-wing slant that Surrealism got only happened
> *after* Breton got politics. Hans Belmer - now there really was a
> deeply unpleasant person but he seemed to channel the despair and rage
> of the Weimar republic.
Oh blah -- there were only four poets who counted in the early 20th
C and they were all bloody Americans -- Stevens, Pound, WCW, and Frost.
Much as I'd like to make the case for Tzara and the Dadaists ...
:-(((
> Pound's poetry when it flies, really does fly.
CONCUR
> He wasn't particularly rich, he had a small income as they say, and he
> supplemented it by re-cycling articles and reviews, which always
> amused me.
I'm not arguing he wasn't a nice guy ..
> Aleister Crowley was another one of the age - even though he wasn't a
> poet - I always read with amazement the blood he drips across his age.
> Chanting at the golden. wot.
Uh ...
Now there I stop -- Crowley wrecked every single person he had any contact
with.
For once I'm on the side of the Daily Express.
Did you ever have any direct or indirect contact with Crowley?
He was seriously evil, tallentless as a poet, and boring to boot.
Yuck!!!
Robin
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