Sorry all has been quiet here of late; all the words my keyboard can muster have gone into finishing two papers. The second was submitted yesterday, and in time honoured tradition I now have a miserable cold and am unable to enjoy my freedom.
Many of my readers will have heard the following (perhaps more times than they would like, in one case) but this is my first experience of the original. At least, I assume the version I know hails from down Ealing way...
Ezra Pound reads Canto XLV
What I particularly love is the seamless transition from fire-and-brimstone hectoring to parish priest wittering as the canto ends and his commentary begins.
And just as it all seemed too highbrow:
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Good to hear Uncle Ez again. I'd forgotten how Scottish he does it!
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