Rhythm is form cut into time.
EZRA POUNDA people that grows accustomed to sloppy writing is a people in the process of losing grip on its empire and on itself.
More Ezra Pound Quotes
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The difference between a gun and a tree is a difference of tempo. The tree explodes every spring.
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Rhythm must have meaning.
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Discoveries are made by gluttons and addicts. The man who forgets to eat and sleep has an appetite for fact, for interrelations among causes.
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In our time, the curse is monetary illiteracy, just as inability to read plain print was the curse of earlier centuries.
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Small talk comes from small bones.
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Real education must ultimately be limited to men who insist on knowing, the rest is mere sheep-herding.
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From the colour the nature And by the nature the sign! Beatific spirits welding together As in one ash-tree in Ygdrasail.
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The flavors of the peach and the apricot are not lost from generation to generation. Neither are they transmitted by book learning.
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There is no reason why the same man should like the same books at eighteen and at forty-eight.
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Until you know who has lent what to whom, you know nothing whatever of politics, you know nothing whatever of history, you know nothing of international wrangles.
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If I could believe the Quakers banned music because church music is so damn bad, I should view them with approval.
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The modern artist must live by craft and violence. His gods are violent gods. Those artists, so called, whose work does not show this strife, are uninteresting.
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There is natural ignorance and there is artificial ignorance. I should say at the present moment the artificial ignorance is about eighty-five per cent.
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Good art however ‘immoral’ is wholly a thing of virtue. Good art can NOT be immoral. By good art I mean art that bears true witness, I mean the art that is most precise.
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What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee What thou lov’st well is thy true heritage.
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