Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us, An ague hath my ham. Freezeth river, turneth liver, Damn you, sing: Goddamm, Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm, So 'gainst the winter's balm. --EP, from "Ancient Music" At 12:00 PM 2/16/03, Brennen Lukas wrote: >flecks of white >swirl the streets > >empty pages listen >still for signs > >ezra is quiet >amid the winter > >David, I hope you are correct. > >Brennen > >> >>Ezra Pound wrote some of the most beautiful poems that I have ever read. EP >>would have enjoyed those conntributions. >> >> >> >>In a message dated 2/15/03 3:24:48 PM, [log in to unmask] writes: >> >> >> > > Wow, Mr. Intellectual Quicksand, at least three inches deep. >> > > >> > > >> > >> > that deep, you think? >> > >> >>It's not the shallowness that annoys, it's the smugness. And no, Brennen, >>though I never met the man, I'd say pretty confidently that EP would not >>enjoy your contributions: They are self-satisfied and unbelievably >>light-weight, pretty much what he despised. >>Jay > > >_________________________________________________________________ >The new MSN 8: advanced junk mail protection and 2 months FREE* >http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail