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320 THIS DIFFICULT INDIVIDUAL and one another's property; instead of psychiatry, he suggested love; and instead of money, he suggested art. His years of exile were due to the flight of intellect from money, for the two are incompatible, as witness the operation of any great American corporation. Money reduces everything to quantity; intellect, performing a selective function that is necessary to life itself, sternly insists upon quality. The very existence of an Ezra Pound negates the theory of quantity. How many Ezra Pounds are there? Such men compel us to deal in unities of one, instead of escaping into the never-never land of socialist numbers, which deal only in billions and trillions. In a letter from Italy dated March 18, 1959, Ezra suggests that I append this comment on contemporary literary criticism: "The freudian approach to literature: not which the author has managed to get onto the page; but: did he wet the bed as a child." It was no accident that the rich adopted Freud, for he was as vain and useless as the idlest millionaire. Who could foresee that justice would be wreaked by the gods, and that this foul-mouthed creature would spend the last eighteen years of his life suffering the Dantean punishment of the lower half of his face slowly rotting away? With the gods of Marx and Freud being raised over the United States like funnyfaces painted on giant balloons for a college football rally, it is no wonder that Ezra remarked to me, "the only place I could stand to live in this country is the madhouse." He often said that the company of the eight thousand in St. Elizabeths might not be so unbearable as that of the "160,000,000 crazier ones outside." Ezra Pound helped others without thought for himself; he wrote poems without worrying about who would pay him for his work. This set him off too jarringly against the mainstream of American life. Consequently, he was able to look at his countrymen with an objective eye, nor was he insensitive to their appearance. During the 1956 elections, he called to my attention the commissar or foetus type of public official that seems to have been produced by the modern state. It is characterized by a round head, usually bald, a petulant mouth, and the formless features of a newly-born baby. In July, 1959, he wrote to me,
EZRA POUND 321 "Look up Lavater, 1741-1801, 'inventor of physiognomic studies,' esp. criminal TYPES. "my impression that he set almost at lowest level the foetus type . . .". I promptly did some research, and found, to my surprise, that a number of great leaders in recent years could be classified as the foetus type, or those who have not been fully formed in the womb. Such people seem capable, indeed fated, to cause great harm to others. These atavistic types are characterized by slight development of the pilar system, low cranial capacity, great frequency of Wormian bones, early closing of the cranial sutures, and a lemurine appendix. The type is round-faced, with slightly protruding eyes and a vacant grin. Ezra's interest is purely anthropological, and he shows no personal animus, even though he endured six years of imprisonment during the Eisenhower regime, and seven years under Truman. There was definitely a bi-partisan policy toward Pound. He is in possession of a critical estimate of Eisenhower as a military leader, contained in a personal letter from one of the leading British authorities on strategy, which I leave to him to make public. He did venture a passing comment on Eisenhower in 1952. We were sitting in the madhouse, listening to the results of the Republican convention, when he remarked, "Well, if this doesn't finish off the Republican Party, nothing else will." Although Ezra was conscious of the importance of representative government, he had his lighter moments concerning our servants. One afternoon, a visitor in the ward asked why the flag over the Capitol was being flown at half-mast. Another visitor gravely informed her that one of our Congressmen had passed on to that bourne from which no traveler returns. Ezra leaned back in his chair, his eyes dancing with impish lights, as he exclaimed, "What the heck—we've still got 497 of 'em left, haven't we?" As one of Pound's early critics wrote in The Little Review, "The Ezras know too much." The shibboleths by which the press and the public maintain their existence are unimportant to him. He once remarked to me, "There are always two sets of lies—one for the people who will believe anything, and another for the people
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320 THIS DIFFICULT INDIVIDUAL<br />
and one another's property; instead of psychiatry, he suggested love;<br />
and instead of money, he suggested art.<br />
His years of exile were due to the flight of intellect from money,<br />
for the two are incompatible, as witness the operation of any great<br />
American corporation. Money reduces everything to quantity; intellect,<br />
performing a selective function that is necessary to life itself,<br />
sternly insists upon quality. The very existence of an Ezra<br />
Pound negates the theory of quantity. How many Ezra Pounds are<br />
there? Such men compel us to deal in unities of one, instead of<br />
escaping into the never-never land of socialist numbers, which deal<br />
only in billions and trillions.<br />
In a letter from Italy dated March 18, 1959, Ezra suggests that I<br />
append this comment on contemporary literary criticism: "The<br />
freudian approach to literature: not which the author has managed<br />
to get onto the page; but: did he wet the bed as a child."<br />
It was no accident that the rich adopted Freud, for he was as<br />
vain and useless as the idlest millionaire. Who could foresee that<br />
justice would be wreaked by the gods, and that this foul-mouthed<br />
creature would spend the last eighteen years of his life suffering the<br />
Dantean punishment of the lower half of his face slowly rotting<br />
away?<br />
With the gods of Marx and Freud being raised over the United<br />
States like funnyfaces painted on giant balloons for a college football<br />
rally, it is no wonder that Ezra remarked to me, "the only<br />
place I could stand to live in this country is the madhouse." He<br />
often said that the company of the eight thousand in St. Elizabeths<br />
might not be so unbearable as that of the "160,000,000 crazier ones<br />
outside."<br />
Ezra Pound helped others without thought for himself; he wrote<br />
poems without worrying about who would pay him for his work.<br />
This set him off too jarringly against the mainstream of American<br />
life. Consequently, he was able to look at his countrymen with an<br />
objective eye, nor was he insensitive to their appearance.<br />
During the 1956 elections, he called to my attention the commissar<br />
or foetus type of public official that seems to have been<br />
produced by the modern state. It is characterized by a round head,<br />
usually bald, a petulant mouth, and the formless features of a<br />
newly-born baby. In July, 1959, he wrote to me,