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...Pound was only partly right. Poetry did need to escape from its iambic prison, but not break its neck in the attempt. It is high time this pseudo poetry of disjecta membra was put in its place, as you have done in the fine peroration of the article's last two paragraphs...
Depending on the individual temperament, other gurus are Walt Whitman, and Ezra Pound (of the Cantos). A special niche is reserved for Robert Lowell. A genuine poet who happens to be a suffering man, he has inadvertently acquired followers who think suffering is the main thing and meticulously record their own under the impression that it is necessarily poetry...
...TINY IMAGISTS more or less dominate the poetry establishment-at least by the measurement of sheer volume. They derive from the original imagist movement, formulated before World War I by (among others) Ezra Pound and British Critic T.E. Hulme in rebellion against the lofty subject matter, plushy rhetoric and rocking-horse rhyme scheme of the past. Pound demanded a poetry "direct, free from emotional slither." Hulme insisted "it is essential to prove that beauty may be in small, dry things." Williams Carlos Williams, whose five-line poem The Red Wheelbarrow is perennially quoted as the purest imagist creation ever, announced...
Many of the new imagists too, have forgotten Pound's espousal of the "musical phrase" (v. the metronome) as the basis of rhythm. Instead they have largely adopted the dicta laid down by Charles Olson, who presided over North Carolina's Black Mountain school from 1951-56. Meter was obsolete, and form along with it, Olson declared. Instead, the poem could be given an organic structure: "The line comes from the breath, from the breathing of the man who writes, at the moment he writes." This dictum resulted in a whole generation of poets breathily crouching over their...
...straight A's" behind her but absolutely no experience of life -even as it was known to teen-agers in the '50s. She and her fellow "guest" editors are herded around the city "like a wedding party with nothing but bridesmaids." Upon discovering caviar, Esther consumes a pound or so at a magazine luncheon, paving her plate with chicken slices and smearing on the high-priced spread. But she knows that the whole enterprise is phony, that the girls are smug and dumb and, most important, that she is going against her own grain by participating...