“‘WHANG—Boom—Boom—cast delicacy to the winds.’ Thus Ezra Pound in a letter to his father, urging the old man to help promote his first published collection.”
In a related story, this squib from Bill Knott’s blog:
PENNY WISE
well alright
I grant you
he was a fascist
ahem antisemitism the
er war and all
I’m not defending them
but at least
you’ve got to admit
at least he
made the quatrains run on time