Cleanth Brooks's Social Media
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Anyone know what's going on with Ezra Pound? Marshall McLuhan and I visited him in St. Elizabeth's last month but haven't heard from him since.
As a matter of fact, yes, St. Elizabeth's, as in the hospital for the criminally insane.
Because I don't think you can really understand the "Pisan Cantos" until you get to know the man. He is a lunatic, after all. Seeing him helps me get closer to his poetry. But I also went because I care about him.
No, I learned. I learned about New Criticism. I just don't agree with it. Please don't unfriend me.

I'm doing a shout-out for the big History and Power conference going down this weekend. Not really your thing, Cleanth, but maybe you could spread the word…?

Hey, now. I don't hate history; I just think people seek too much historical meaning in the lines of a poem. It doesn't do justice to the poem itself.

Look, I say that history should not be overestimated when interpreting a poem, not that it's unimportant as a discipline. And, you should know, I know a lot about history. I am more in the ahistorical school than the antihistorical school.

Cleanth, I'm reaching out to you as a fellow critic. I was hoping you might be receptive to a few suggestions…

I know. That's the point. You really need to loosen up. Let your hair down. Take off those fuddy-duddy spectacles and stop being such a, well, Protestant.

That doesn't mean you have to act like one. You need to stop ignoring sex and aggression. It's in those poems. It's everywhere. I'm not asking you to read Freud. I'm just saying think about it human bodies and human emotions!
Do you mean St. Elizabeth's, as in the hospital for the criminally insane?