Brodsky on Ezra Pound
They're buried in the same graveyard (took their marble portraits -- but that's down the blogal road), so I'm paying homage to both. Read Eliot on Pound; read Cathay ; and recently finished rereading Brodsky's Watermark (a quick read, not as great as I remembered, but the target was out of this world: Venice). * From Brodsky's Watermark : What woke me from my reverie was the sound of Susan's voice, which meant that the record had come to a stop. There was something odd in her timbre and I cocked my ear. Susan was saying, "But surely, Olga, you don't think that the Americans got cross with Ezra over his broadcasts. Because if it were only his broadcasts, then Ezra would be just another Tokyo Rose." Now, that was one of the greatest returns I had ever heard. I looked at Olga. It must be said that she took it like a mensch. Or, better yet, a pro. Or else she didn't grasp what Susan had said, though I doubt it. "What was it, then?...