Re: Ezra Pound

Ezra lb., Catullan Cornelius, though not un-terse have taken up,
      Ye, roll'd up entire pasts of epic song and medieval parchment,
      Ignorantly xeroxed with low toner cartridges.

As a Delphian supplicant you scrawl on amphorae sherds:

      "Will it blend"?

And strap'ed with the Mycenaean Deth-mask,
      commenced feeding the greedy goblet
      while your veiled face cuts a deep hull of platitude,
      teeth gleam slaved oarsmen-like seething.

Whose funeral pyre dost thou decant this condensed libation?
A schizophrenic that instigates
      as audacious a palimpsest as Archimedes,
      though more thorough?

And not just any Tai Chi paranoid
      but one that shall weave conspiracies
      packed as smuggled Chinese in Evergreen shipping containers
      onto the back of business
            "No Postage Necessary If Sent in the U.S."
      mail with various colors of brilliant ink
      that verily decry the Morrisian Codex.

Fleet-footed, this Mercurial messenger drops each song off
      in his trench-cloaked informant's garbage can
      to be picked up by a shifty-eyed park janitor
      pushing a cart full of cleaning supplies
      whose beige jumpsuite is torn by the escaped
      Danielovitch: 'The Chin-o-clops'.

El lb., is this not like reading Das Undbild
      where the Loeb Library of stilted G.P. Goold revisions
      were used as crude ore,
      where the meaning comes from
      the placement of pattern lengths of taped portions,
      not the black and tan words meeting 1/2 way?

Or is it a stenograph from across the hall where multitudes ovate
      the finale of the William's Mix with 2 fingers of Gin?

      Scorn my stammerings!?

      You spudian Virgil with a fascist smock,
      Persona non grata on your Lavine shores
      for the sake of betting it all on Camicie Nere.
      But the roulette ball is always weighted red.

Though one ought with a befitting esteem ring the objection gavel towards the following:
            "I have Cyrus-like toppled your Croesian 'Monumental
            Mudbrick Structure' with this litany!",
      would bring my wax wings frighteningly close to
      The Heliocentric Worlds of Ra. (Vol. 1 & 2)