Orlando Luis Pardo Lazo, editor of Cuba in Splinters: Eleven Stories from the New Cuba, on the PEN Ten (via orbooks)
I knew I was doing something important!
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The article, “Is Poetry Dead? Not if 45 Official Laureates Are Any Indication" starts off with with a quote from Ezra Pound: "Literature is news that stays news."
The article is okay. It steers clear from some of the juicy controversy. But! I wanted to say, though he was a fascist, I love so many things Pound said. Here are some Poundisms:
"Man reading should be man intensely alive. The book should be a ball of light in one’s hand.”
"Rhythm must have meaning."
“The only thing one can give an artist is leisure in which to work. To give an artist leisure is actually to take part in his creation.” (this is why I’m going here this weekend)
And this this gorgeous poem:
In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
— Maud Casey, novelist, in The American Scholar.
Since I started teaching my daughters piano, I’ve been playing more piano. This means more cussing from me every time I miss a note (“why in the f*** would I play E flat? It’s in F,” or “$#!&, $#!&, $#!&!” or “Motherf***** god**mn sonuva.” It’s all in good fun. What’s playing the piano if you can’t cuss along with the music? When I was younger and still smoked, I’d have a Camel hanging from my lips and dropping ashes on the peeling ivory of the ancient baby grand in our family house. And I’d cuss like a drunken whore. Not that I knew any drunken whores, but I imagine that’s how they talked. Good times, right?) and lots of wrists pain. So, now I’m playing Clementi’s “Sonatina op 36 no 3,” which I’ve never played before. It’s really pretty!