A New Age behind, so my report on this one will be a little quick.
Ezra Pound's latest article on French poetry is on Charles Vildrac, and Beatrice Hastings (under pseudonym T.K.L.) continues to parody him ridiculously. EP seems slow to anger, haughtily ignoring BH's lampoons with only slight references to their existence. BH, or rather TKL, is dazzlingly mean. My favorite is this parody of Pound/F.S. Flint/Imagism in general:
A man sat on the kitchen stove;
it burned him severely.
Good-bye! This is where I live
with
my wife and her domestic... (636)
Even though the content is ridiculous, BH shows that she "gets" imagist rhythms, especially in the shifts between pentameter to free verse--she also manages to make it look as bad as possible, with the "with."
Anthony Ludovici attacks artists for "over-production," comparing them to fast-reproducing but primitive bacteria. Alas, his replacement is more mysticism about how a true artist pours so much of themself into a piece that they'd just die if they made more than a couple, etc. etc. Futurists and Pointillistes and their ilk are just showing off new techniques, not genuine novelty.
Well--I'm going to move on to the current week's issue (1913).
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