Boxing with Pound wasn’t as easy As you’d think. He was wiry. He was quick, and for a poet, He could take a punch.   Smacking Joyce around Was like punching a croissant. Sure, you could make excuses; Yes, he was half-blind but . . .   Hemingway wanted to knock your head off The moment he […]

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