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Ezra Pound - Sestina: Altaforte

Sestina: Altaforte

Ezra Pound

Harvard University, 1939

Sestina: Altaforte

By Ezra Pound

  LOQUITUR: En Betrans de Born.
     Dante Alighieri put this man in hell for that he was a stirrer-up of strife.

     Judge ye!

     Have I dug him up again?
  The scene is his castle, Altaforte. “Papiols” is his jongleur. “The

Leopard,” the device of Richard (Cœur de Lion).

Damn it all! all this our South stinks peace.
You whoreson dog, Papiols, come! Let’s to music!

I have no life save when the swords clash.
But ah! when I see the standards gold, vair, purple, opposing

And the broad fields beneath them turn crimson,
Then howl I my heart nigh mad with rejoicing.

In hot summer have I great rejoicing

When the tempests kill the earth’s foul peace,
And the light’nings from black heav’n flash crimson,

And the fierce thunders roar me their music
And the winds shriek through the clouds mad, opposing,

And through all the riven skies God’s swords clash.

Hell grant soon we hear again the swords clash!
And the shrill neighs of destriers in battle rejoicing,

Spiked breast to spiked breast opposing!
Better one hour’s stour than a year’s peace

With fat boards, bawds, wine and frail music!
Bah! there’s no wine like the blood’s crimson!

And I love to see the sun rise blood-crimson.

And I watch his spears through the dark clash
And it fills all my heart with rejoicing

And prys wide my mouth with fast music
When I see him so scorn and defy peace,

His lone might ’gainst all darkness opposing.

The man who fears war and squats opposing
My words for stour, hath no blood of crimson

But is fit only to rot in womanish peace
Far from where worth’s won and the swords clash

For the death of such sluts I go rejoicing;
Yea, I fill all the air with my music.

Papiols, Papiols, to the music!

There’s no sound like to swords swords opposing,
No cry like the battle’s rejoicing

When our elbows and swords drip the crimson
And our charges ’gainst “The Leopard’s” rush clash.

May God damn for ever all who cry “Peace!”

And let the music of the swords make them crimson
Hell grant soon we hear again the swords clash!

Hell blot black for always the thought “Peace”!
Editors - Formaldehyde (Directed By Ben Wheatley)
I don’t like the song or band at all but the video is great, everything Ben Wheatley’s done so far is great in fact.


Charroux, France (by penwren)


Freiburg - Germany (von toyaguerrero)

(via abinferis)

Wars, it is said, are caused by “nationalism,” that is, love of country. This is an illusion. Wars, in nearly every instance in modern times, have been caused by economic factors and the exploitation of the national spirit to further individual ends.

The causes of war are to be found in the conflicting interests and jealousies existing between powerful financial organizations. Financiers secure power in their own country by placing within the government “statesmen” who will do their bidding, and when the clash comes, they stimulate in peoples every crude instinct of hate and murder.

"Trade," it is said "follows the flag." The reverse is the case. Trade has gone forth in the past, seeking profits for those sitting in the capitals of the country. When these traders, and their financiers, have found themselves in difficulties with traders and financiers in other nations they have not hesitated to use the "flag" as a cloak for their own misdemeanors. The "flag" is too sacred to British people all over the world to be mixed up with the sordidness of trade and finance. Let it fly freely over a people imbued with the spirit of service and duty, and above all, let it be kept out of the dust of the market place where it will be contaminated with the bargaining of the merchants and the usury of financiers.

Sir Oswald Mosley


Heinrich Vogeler - Sommerabend


Werner David Feist, Porträt  Margaretha Reichardt, 1929-30. Via Bauhaus online


Werner David Feist, Porträt  Margaretha Reichardt, 1929-30. Via Bauhaus online


Emilie Flöge, wearing a model of Koloman Moser, Wiener Werkstätte,1910



Leo Visser, illustration for calendar, 1923. Netherlands. Via Wolfsonian


The Three Graces - Koloman Moser



Koloman Moser

Stehender Jüngling (Standing Youth) - c. 1915


Koloman Moser


Koloman Moser


Koloman Moser.


Koloman Moser.

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