Isolated, immersed in fascist-leaning daily newspapers, he talks himself into madness.
Moody’s deliberate disregard of what people in these years were writing about Pound, rather than to him, obscures another way of thinking about him: not that he was good or bad, but that he was simply ridiculous. Moody mentions — but dodges quoting — the Italian critic Mario Praz’s description of Pound’s character in 1932 as
blissful ingenuousness, typical of the autodidact and of the American who discovers the world all by himself — and in this world succeeds in preserving a very flattering opinion of himself.
„Ezra Pound – the fascist years”; a review of Ezra Pound: Poet, Volume II: The Epic Years, by A. David Moody.
(d. „Kochana młodzieży…”; d. oddajcie mi moje 5 minut; d. muzeum Rękawiczek; d. muzeum sztuki nienowoczesnej; d. w walce o sojusz Robotnika, Chłopa i Urzędnika Pracującego; d. salon zależnych; d blog elegancki & symetryczny.)