This post is one in a series of readings I’m posting of each poem in Ezra Pound’s The Cantos, one (or a few) at a time. The readings are atypical, for reasons made clear in my first post in this series. I’m not sure whether the fiction project that inspired this series will ever come to fruition, but I’d like to try finish the Cantos just the same.
In this installment, I try to figure out what we can say about Canto LXIII, the second of the ten Adams Cantos. I’ve been busy enough to neglect this project, but I haven’t shelved it. I’m just doing it in slow motion, as I pour most of the spare time I get at the office into work on my novel project. Still, for the project to stay alive, it must move forward, and so here I am.