In any case, I so emphasize it because there can be no such discretion finally, of the author or of anyone else. He had hoped that his publication by a major house would make him more known but whatever the fact, it seems now a sad detour with such essays as "Letter to an Australian Editor" or "With Rude Fingers Forced" still without place.
To this day I deeply resent the bowdlerized edition of his Selected Essays, in which he was persuaded, as he then told me, to avoid complicating reference to Eliot and to attempt a comfortably generalizing context of 'subjects,' e.g., Dylan Thomas. In addition to Pound there were a number of others significant, as Williams certainly. Yet, as Edith Piaf said, " Je ne regrette rien. Those who did not and I was hardly objective, nor had thought to be, in my proposals of value. Clearly, a good deal of my critical disposition had to do with an imagination of moral context, that there were those who furthered the light and I was quite certain that we faced an indefatigable army of resistance, a sense I've never really been able to persuade otherwise. Given the time, and the enclosing orthodoxy with respect to either poetry or prose, there seems little wonder in the fact my early essays have an embattled manner. I worked at it intently and almost incrementally began to gather a company who were met, for the most part, in the pages of the little magazines to which I applied with my own work.
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There was no one else to do it for you.Īlthough I hadn't the least sense of how to proceed, writing was my concern and commitment early on. Finally, his insistent sense was that one must depend upon oneself to learn whatever proved requisite. His energetic contempt for almost all of that critical writing which had been my reference in college was, to put it mildly, bemusing. It was Pound, of course, who so scathingly qualified "books about books," and spoke of critics "busily measuring the Venus de Milo," etc. Or-better-it made very clear to me the rhetorical possibilities, and, even more, the factually passionate engagement that was, so I felt, a necessity in any such discussion. That, together with Polite Essays and Pavannes and Divisions (which last I had bought for myself in Gordon Cairnie's Grolier Bookshop), became a tacit measure for the practice of such writing as is here collected. On my eighteenth birthday my brother-in-law gave me a copy of the Yale edition of Pound's essays, Make It New. The Collected Essays of Robert Creeley. Berkeley: University of California Press, c1989 1989.
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