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25th Ezra Pound International Conference

Sheets_of_toilet_paper_on_which_Pound_started_The_Pisan_Cantos“The conference’s main host will be Trinity College Dublin, Ireland’s oldest university institution, founded in 1592 and located in the city centre. Our second host and other conference site on Thursday, July 11, will be Mater Dei Institute, the college close to what was Leopold Bloom’s residence at 7 Eccles Street.
The 2013 EPIC will open at Trinity College Dublin on 10 July with a Welcoming Address by the Nobel laureate Seamus Heaney. Individual plenary talks by distinguished scholars throughout the week will be on such topics as Pound and Irish Poetry, Pound and other writers (Beckett, Coleridge, Joyce, and Yeats), The Cantos Project, New Translations of Pound’s poetry into German and Italian, the Drafts & Fragments Notebooks, and Doing Justice to Pound. There will also be four days of paper sessions and discussions on a wide range of topics related to Pound’s works, life, and influence.”


A Saturday Woman Poet, Mona Van Duyn.

The  Mona Van Duyn Poem that I am adding today is from The Making of a Sonnet, edited by Edward Hirsch and Eavan Boland. I will be adding in here a link to an online page of Van Duyn poety from Modern American Poets the Amazon Link to her collected poems and a Wikipedia page about the poet.

‘If it be Not I’ , Van Duyn

A selection of Mona van Duyn’s online poetry is available here . There follows  a brief excerpt from Letter from a Father ,

Bet you’d never guess
the sparrow I’ve got here, House Sparrow you wrote,
but I have Fox Sparrows, Song Sparrows, Vesper Sparrows,
Pine Woods and Tree and Chipping and White Throat
and White Crowned Sparrows. I have six Cardinals,
three pairs, they come at early morning and night,
the males at the feeder and on the ground the females.
from Modern American Poetry ,  Mona Van Duyn online Poems.

Double Sonnet for Minimalists.
The spiral shell
apes creamhorns of smog,
Dalmatian, quenelle
or frosted hedgehog,
yet its obsessed
by a single thought
that its inner guest
is strictly taught.
When the self that grew
to follow is rule
is gone, and it’s through,
vacant, fanciful,
its thought will find
Fibonacci’s mind.
That fragile slug,
bloodless, unborn,
till it knows the hug
of love’s tutoring form,
whose life, upstart
in deep, is to learn
to follow the art
of turn and return,
when dead, for the dense
casts up no clue
to the infinite sequence
it submitted to.
May its bright ghost reach
the right heart’s beach. 

 by Mona Van Duyn

from The Making of a Sonnet, edited by Eavan Boland and Edward Hirsch. Norton.