The slough of unamiable liars,
bog of stupidities,
malevolent stupidities, and stupidities, and stupidities.
Ezra Pound, “Canto XIV”
“Make it new.”
Pound’s advice to poets
Ezra Pound’s my favorite fascist,
ranting on the radio,
“With Usura
Hath no man
a Rashaan Roland Kirk
tenor saxophone solo,
no Hieronymus Bosch tagging
boxcars, boxcars, boxcars.”
Compare that to what we have now,
Sebastian Gorka, Kayleigh and Kellyanne,
Devin Nunes suing a cow,
The man who would be Mango,
Adderall addled, sniveling and sniffing,
Mispronouncing Minneapolis,
clutching the podium as if he’s afraid
he’ll topple statue-like before the rabble.
You Do Hoodoo 
You are hammering them out lately, Wesley. That was really something. Pound… he’s is the one who said, “Let there be commerce between us.”
Yes, Rodney. It’s a poem he wrote about Walt Whitman.
I make truce with you, Walt Whitman—
I have detested you long enough.
I come to you as a grown child
Who has had a pig-headed father;
I am old enough now to make friends.
It was you that broke the new wood,
Now is a time for carving.
We have one sap and one root—
Let there be commerce between us.
Again, thanks for reading!