I don’t know if he’s been submitted before because the Tags page won’t come up on my computer, but let us observe for just a moment the lovely man that is Ezra Pound. That moustache, that hair, that seductive gaze. I mean, sure, he supported fascism, but he’s also responsible for things such as publishing Eliot’s Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and Joyce’s Ulysses, responding to criticism with phrases like “Cat piss and porcupines!” and inciting this description from no less than Ernest Hemingway: “He defends [his friends] when they get attacked, he gets them into magazines and out of jail. He loans them money…. He writes articles about them. He introduces them to wealthy women. He sits up all night with them when they claim to be dying… he advances them hospital expenses and dissaudes them from commiting suicide.” His poetry?

“As a bathtub lined with white porcelain,
When the hot water gives out or goes tepid,
So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous passion,
Oh my much praised but-not-altogether-satisfactory lady.”

Unf. Yes, please.