Frases de Ezra Pound

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“Cuando un hombre traiciona su palabra, no vale nada”

“La música se empieza a atrofiar cuando se aleja demasiado del baile. La poesía se comienza a atrofiar cuando se aleja demasiado de la música.”

“El verdadero problema de la guerra (la guerra moderna) es que no le da a nadie la posibilidad de matar a la gente indicada.”

“He tomado de repente conciencia de que estaba en el centro del modernismo.”

“Más grande que el amor a la libertad, es el odio a quien te la quita”

“La genialidad es la capacidad para ver diez cosas donde el hombre ordinario sólo ve una.”

“No hay ninguna razón para que a un mismo hombre le gusten los mismos libros a los 18 que a los 48 años.”

“La religión, oh, sólo otro de esos numerosos errores que resulta de intentar popularizar el arte.”

“Los buenos escritores son aquellos que conservan la eficiencia del lenguaje. Es decir, lo mantienen preciso, lo mantienen claro.”

“Los artistas son las antenas de la raza”

“Ten más miedo del tiempo que de mis ojos.”

“A la gente las ideas le parecen aburridas porque no distinguen entre las ideas vivas y las que están amontonadas en un estante.”

“Tenemos la misma savia y la misma raíz; haya comercio, pues, entre nosotros.”

“Vamos, amigo, recordemos que los ricos tienen camareros y no amigos.”

“Si un mecenas le compra a un artista que necesita dinero (necesita dinero para comprar herramientas, tiempo, comida), el mecenas se iguala entonces al artista; introduce arte en el mundo; crea.”

“La literatura es una noticia que permanece noticia.”

“Las guerras se hacen para producir deudas.”

“Una gran época de literatura tal vez sea siempre una gran época de traducciones.”

“La poesía debe estar tan bien escrita como la prosa.”

“El templo es sagrado porque no está en venta.”

“Y si el viejo frío estrangula tu tienda
darás las gracias cuando pase la noche"”

“El capitalismo coloniza el alma”

“The serious artist must be as open as nature. Nature does not give all of herself in a paragraph. She is rugged and not set apart into discreet categories.”

“Anyone who is too lazy to master the comparatively small glossary necessary to understand Chaucer deserves to be shut out from the reading of good books forever.”

“I would hold the rosy, slender fingers of the dawn for you.”

“Good writers are those who keep the language efficient.”

“small talk comes from small bones”

“Nothing written for pay is worth printing. Only what has been written against the market.”

“Our own consciousness is incapable of having produce the universe. God, therefore, exists. That is to say, there is no reason for not applying the term God, Theos, to the intimate essence”

“Both in Greece and in Provence the poetry attained its highest rhythmic and metrical brilliance at times when the arts of verse and music were most closely knit together, when each thing done by the poet had some definite musical urge or necessity bound up within it.”

“To have gathered from the air a live tradition
or from a fine old eye the unconquered flame
This is not vanity.
Here error is all in the not done,
all in the diffidence that faltered...”

“And even I can remember
A day when the historians left blanks in their writings,
I mean, for things they didn't know,
But that time seems to be passing.”

“One discards rhyme, not because one is incapable of rhyming neat, fleet, sweet, meet, treat, eat, feet but because there are certain emotions or energies which are nor represented by the over-familiar devices or patterns.”

“Here is the core of evil, the burning hell without let-up,
The canker corrupting all things, Fafnir the worm,
Syphilis of the State, of all kingdoms
Wart of the common-weal,
Wenn-maker, corrupter of all things
Darkness the defiler
Twin evil of envy,
Snake of the seven heads, Hydra, entering all things
Passing the doors of temples defiling the grove of Paphos,
neschek, the crawling evil,
slime, the corrupter of all things,
Poisoner of the fount,
of all fountains, neschek,
The serpent, evil against Nature's increase,
Against beauty”

“The art of letters will come to an end before A. D. 2000. I shall survive as a curiosity.”

“The blossoms of the apricot
blow from the east to the west,
And I have tried to keep them from falling.”

“Many errors,
a little rightness.”

“Pride, jealousy and possessiveness
3 pains of hell”

“Poetry must be as well written as prose.”

“A pity that poets have used symbol and metaphor and no man learned anything from them for their speaking in figures”

“And for one beautiful day there was peace.”

“I never was. When I left the hospital I was still in America and all America is an insane asylum.”

“The man of understanding can no more sit quiet and resigned while his country lets literature decay than a good doctor could sit quiet and contented while some ignorant child was infecting itself with tuberculosis under the impression that it was merely eating jam tarts.”

“All other sins are open,
Usura alone not understood.”

“AT ABOUT THIS POINT the weak-hearted reader usually sits down in the road, removes his shoes and weeps that he 'is a bad linguist' or that he or she can't possibly learn all those languages. One has to divide the readers who want to be experts from those who do not, and divide, as it were, those who want to see the world from those who merely want to know WHAT PART OF IT THEY LIVE IN.”

“Artists are the antennae of the race but the bullet-headed many will never learn to trust their great artists.”

“Poetry is a sort of inspired mathematics, which gives us equations, not for abstract figures, triangles, squares, and the like, but for the human emotions. If one has a mind which inclines to magic rather than science, one will prefer to speak of these equations as spells or incantations; it sounds more arcane, mysterious, recondite.”

“Pull down thy vanity, it is not man
Made courage, or made order, or made grace,
Pull down thy vanity, I say pull down.
Learn of the green world what can be thy place”

“With usura hath no man a house of good stone
each block cut smooth and well fitting
[…]
with usura
hath no man a painted paradise on his church wall
[…]
no picture is made to endure nor to live with
but it is made to sell and sell quickly”

“Hang it all, Robert Browning, there can be but the one "Sordello."”

“Image…that which presents an intellectual and emotional complex in an instant of time.”