So Many Mysteries, So Few Good Men

From Writers At Work: The Paris Review Interviews, Second Series (which, if the others are all this good, I shouldn't have used as so many building blocks in the book towers that guard my kingdom) :

Ezra Pound:...We are up against so many mysteries. There is the problem of benevolence, the point at which benevolence has ceased to be operative. Eliot says they spend their time trying to imagine systems so perfect that nobody will have to be good.


Marianne Moore: ....To me the theater is the most pleasant, in fact my favorite, form of recreation.
Interviewer: Do you go often?
Marianne Moore: No. Never. Unless someone invites me...

Ezra is an old pal, but Marianne is just a familiar name to me so I looked up her poems. Too obscure for my patience but at least some nice images, plus regular doses of jagged phrases and lovely words

Regina Spektor's song Ezra Pound is good. It's obscurity is well within the bounds of my patience, gnomic as it is and tied to a jaunty tune on top of that. My advice to the Dresden Dolls is to raise the neo-cabaret name-check stakes with a song called Marianne Moore.