Ezra Pound Quotes
Usura slayeth the child in the womb It stayeth the young man's courting It hath brought palsey to bed, lyeth between the young bride and her bridegroom
The thought of what America would be like If the Classics had a wide circulation Troubles my sleep (Cantico del Sole)
No picture is made to endure nor to live with but it is made to sell and sell quickly with usura, sin against nature, is thy bread ever more of stale rags is thy bread dry as paper.
install me in any profession Save this damn'd profession of writing, where one needs one's brains all the time.
But the one thing you should. not do is to suppose that when something is wrong with the arts, it is wrong with the arts ONLY.
With Usura With usura hath no man a house of good stone each block cut smooth and well fitting.
Artists are the antennae of the race, but the bullet-headed many will never learn to trust the great artists.
As for literature It gives no man a sinecure. And no one knows, at sight, a masterpiece. And give up verse, my boy, There's nothing in it.
Quiet this metal! Let the manes put off their terror, let them put off their aqueous bodies with fire. Let them assume the milk-white bodies of agate. Let them draw together the bones of the metal.
The eyes of this dead lady speak to me For here was love, was not to be drowned out. And here desire, not to be kissed away. The eyes of this dead lady speak to me.
There is no topicmore soporific and generally boring than the topic of Ireland as Ireland, as a nation.
I ask a wreathwhich will not crush my head. And there is no hurry about it; I shall have, doubtless, a boom after my funeral, Seeing that long standing increases all things regardless of quality.
Yet the companions of the Muses will keep their collective nose in my books And weary with historical data, they will turn to my dance tune.
Sumer is icumen in, Lhude sing cucc. Groweth sed, and bloweth med, And springth the wude nu, Sing cuccu!
You have been second always. Tragical? No. You preferred it to the usual thing: One dull man, dulling and uxorious, One average mind- with one thought less, each year.
I have tried to write Paradise Do not move Let the wind speak that is paradise. Let the Gods forgive what I have made Let those I love try to forgive what I have made.
Haie! Haie! These were the swift to harry; These the keen-scented; These were the souls of blood. Slow on the leash, pallid the leash-men!
And round about there is a rabbleOf the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor.They shall inherit the earth.
L'artGreen arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth, Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.
Real education must ultimately be limited to men who insist on knowing. The rest is mere sheep herding.
Man reading should be man intensely alive. The book should be a ball of light in one's hand.
Listen to me, attend me!And I will breathe into thee a soul, And thou shalt live for ever.
A great spirit has been amongst us, and a great artist is gone.
Music rots when it gets too far from the dance. Poetry atrophies when it gets too far from music.
Any general statement is like a cheque drawn on a bank. Its value depends on what is there to meet it.
If a man isn't willing to take some risk for his opinions, either his opinions are no good or he's no good
Usury is the cancer of the world, which only the surgeon's knife of fascism can cut out of the life of the nations.
Artists are the antennae of the race but the bullet-headed many will never learn to trust the great artists.
Properly we should read for power. Man reading should be man intensely alive. The book should be a ball of light in one's hand.
