Full text: The little review (8 (1922), 2)

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FRENCH SCHOOL OF POESY, SYNTHESE 
En versant ces fleurs dans ce vin 
J’ai pense au veau marin. 
WESTERN SCHOOL OF POESY, SYNTHESE 
Say, bo! I heard about that fourty-niner. 
Say, Bo! I’ve heard erbout that Perarie Schooner! 
Say, Bo! ! 
ABEL SANDERS 
SUPPRESSED PASSAGE 
(Words in italics removed from Ezra Pound’s article in Literary Review of 
New York Evening Post:) 
The “literary and artistic life” of London having dwindled, 
consisting, that is, in waiting for Mr. Wyndham Lewis’ next 
drawing and Mr. Eliot’s next (we believe his twenty-sixth) 
poem—or this equation of London containing a so negligible 
amount of exaggeration—the bath of Paris is perhaps unduly 
pleasant; pleasant, at least, as a matinal cleanliness, a hot tub 
after a fog, and a clean air with a recent vestige of rain. 
BOLL WEEVIL 
The ideer that you have to become more like a boll weevil in 
order to be a good biollergist, distresses me. 
Yours eeturnilly, 
ABEL SANDERS 
(vide Robert Morss Lovett, in the Dial for Jan. IQ22 (old 
style) page 80.) 
ANTI-CLIMAX 
Dear L. R. My first hunch was right. Szymanowski is the 
most considerable musical apparition which has arisen in 
twenty years. His symphony bears out my contention. He is, I 
think, a composer of the very first rank. Beat some drums for 
him.—BURTON RASCOE.
	        
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