"He would cajole, and almost coerce other men into writing well: so that often he presents the appearance of a man trying to convey to a very deaf person that the house is on fire."
T.S.E
the most wonderful thing about going through all this hastily is that i come across things that make me go nuts with pleasure--though mostly they are completely unrelated to what i should be looking for--but they complete the picture one way or the other. like that bit above. if you're read any pound you know exactly what eliot means. i mean you really really do.
but there are all sorts of gems--i saw one photo of ezra in a costume for a play or whatever, his bit of the annuals of his school, a photo full of kids and in the middle sits a blonde little boy with glasses--i don't know, all kinda strange things that you wouldn't think pound in his defiance and "literary frightfullness" would ever reveal.
i have a pile of books on my desk--on my right--the bright reds and blues--no letters or anything on covers just plain colors on hardcover. i love their look unorganized and untamed. and the thick sticky dusty feel at my fingertips.
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