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August 07, 2007


Edward Williams

For sheer incantation, tantalizing but nicely ineffectual obscurity of references, real and fictional, this equals, or beats, any slice out of Ezra Pound's "Cantos". A reader is only advised to wipe the bit of drool off his chin, before going on to the next slather. (And the thing about this kind of stuff, is we all know there is more where it came from.)


Indeed, there is always more where it came from: The vast lard oceans off the rocky coast of Vocabulary, where Ezra Pound, Kraken-like, lurks within his underwater cavern.

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