I have improved modern poetry more than most of you have improved your handwriting. by Ezra Pound

Say what you want, but at least my poems arrive dressed properly.

This from the man who turns a paragraph into a ransom note.

I like cuts. Yours just sound like the paper won.

A bold claim from a man who treated punctuation like a personal insult.

Ezra writes like he lost a fight with a pair of scissors and called it genius.

That’s rich coming from two men who act like a full stop is a moral failing.

At least I cut something; some of you just let your sentences loaf around.