Ezra Pound in Italy In The Ditch With Brahma

C writes:
the thng is that in order to function we have to walk the tighrope, split things, to focus by blurring out everything else... brahma would be like the centipede in the ditch if he did not become as gameteus.( by the way what do you thnk of my choice, it just popped out and I have a thing about spontaneity even if wrong) anyways si fallor sum is the essence of living, t is brahma becoming stupid towards the whole in order to balance the experience of being a tightroppe walker , they all fall eventually, some -lucky them- jump.. ah this needs a lot of work, seems that I am going to retrieve my lost epiphany peacemeal. HHEEEELLLP!

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C writes:

Life is a series of adventures. Each one is unique and exciting. See the world in a new way, like you have never seen it before. You are a wonderful piece of hard candy, a tasty treat. Aladdin’s lamp was never so wonderful as you. You create life out of your imagination, and fill it with excitement. Children, pets, friends and loved ones notice, and gather around to see. See? Here they come now!
THIS is not me... you directed my focus to what for years i have considered the main, the fundamental flaw with life without which life as we know (or don't know ) would not be possible. -ahh do you have aany idea what I am getting at?

E writes:
I thoiught i got what you were getting at but then my getting got ungetted by the time i finished
(...speaking of life...)
PS thanks for this..! :-/

C writes:
hahhaha ! Very good! lovely

so to add another block to this, like the guy said , we do this and that and by doing this and that we omit everything else, You wriite a poem about the beauty of life only by omitting the tragedies and worse thihgs,

now is it clearer?
in the Book of Maybes I suggested thta to be omnipotent means that you cannot do anything, omniscient that you cannot know anything and so on, extrapolating from that- to know one thing to be true you invalidate everything else that does not immediately pertain to it. Say you are a state of omnipotence, GOD, to do any one thing you must give up being omnipotent.
I remember '53, mtl, the shriers where in town, a big parade on sherbrook, I was lucky to happen there when the shriner's big band was going by the ritz carlton, the leader of the bband, gave the signal and in unison evey musician started playing a different tune. I thout it was marvellous.!

E writes:
HAHA! Excellent!

This is connected.. I am watchign Immortal Beloved fior the umpteenth time

SCENE:
, LUdwign says to Shcindler [in reference to "Kreutzer"... ] Do you like it?
Schindler says, "Shh! "
Beethovem says, I cannot hear them,, but i know they are making a hash of it. What d you think? Music is.. .a dreadful thing. What is it? I don't understand it. What does it mean?
Schinlder says, It - it exalts the soul.
BEETHOVEN ansawers:
Utter nonsense. If you hear a marching band, is your soul exalted? No, you march. If you hear a waltz, you dance. If you hear a mass, you take communion. It is the power of music to carry one directly into the mental state of the composer. The listener has no choice. It is like hypnotism. So, now... What was in my mind when I wrote this? Hmm? A man is trying to reach his lover. His carriage has broken down in the rain. The wheels stuck in the mud. She will only wait so long. This... is the sound of his agitation. "This is how it is... ," the music is saying. "Not how you are used to being. Not how you are used to thinking. But like this."

In aulae scolarum

the oldest -what i would call *'religious' impulses still have sway, in the halls of mightiest science

(*re-ligo = to re-tie, reconnect, re-bind)


http://www.skyandtelescope.com/observing/home/114745194.html

C writes:
the sevent second movement is more than that, i like to see it again...

E writes:

Pound was imprisoned and confined for over a decade. He wrote this and the rest of "The Pisan Cantos" during that time.

"What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross
What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee
What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage
Whose world, or mine or theirs or is it of none?
First came the seen, then thus the palpable Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell,
What thou lovest well is thy true heritage
What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee

The ant's a centaur in his dragon world.
Pull down thy vanity,
It is not man made courage, or made order, or made grace,
Pull down thy vanity, I say pull down.
Learn of the green world what can be thy place
In scaled invention or true artistry,
Pull down thy vanity, Paquin pull down!
The green casque has outdone your elegance.

"Master thyself, then others shall thee beare"
Pull down thy vanity
Thou art a beaten dog beneath the hail,
A swollen magpie in a fitful sun,
Half black, half white
Nor knowst'ou wing from tail
Pull down thy vanity
How mean thy hates
Fostered in falsity,
Pull down thy vanity,
Rathe to destroy, niggard in charity,
Pull down thy vanity, I say pull down.

But to have done instead of not doing
This is not vanity
To have, with decency, knocked
That a Blunt should open
To have gathered from the air a live tradition
or from a fine old eye the unconquered flame
this is not vanity.
Here error is all in the not done,
all in the diffidence that faltered . . ."

C writes:
great, i was in a panic, doing two at the\ same time nly happens to me by accident, and accidents cannot be duplicated, and i wanted the script as i don't uhnderstand him mostly. and yes , ammazzali ! Stessing the MMAZZ since you ARE NOT GOING TO.

E writes:
HAHAHAHA

oh then you like it? Here's some more of Pound,k

Le Paradis n'est pas artificiel

but is jagged,

For a flash,

For an hour.

Then agony,

then an hour,

then agony.

C writes:

YES- HE WHO ESITATES IS LOST ALREADY

OR FOR THE POPULACE- THE ORIGINAL --chi si ferma e' perduto-

E writes:
True -- story of Pound was the genesis of the Vonnegut book /film - MOTHER NIGHT -Haoward Campbell

Pound was thinking "It takes a nail to drive out a nail" wha t that omits is that there's now another nail

C writes:
italian proverb - chiodo scaccia chiodo, what all you know!!!q