242 West Elm Street,
New Haven, Conn.
GAWD'S OWN COUNTRY!

March 28, 1927

Dear Ezra,

I feel terribly guilty about not replying to your letter. Well, I've thought about you more than once, and, by gum, envied you too. Napoleon in St. Helena/compared to John Cournos in New Haven Connecticut. I feel like Jeremiah and John rolled into one. Let Ezra in Rapallo take warning and never take wing in his chariot unless it is to Paris. Our one thought is how to get over.

Now as to business. The truth is, I don't think I've had anything suitable to send you. That is, I have one or two things, but I am not quite sure. Can't you send me a specimen copy of your periodical, so that I may have some idea of what you want. I have been so busy trying to turn out stuff to earn my immediate wherewithal that I haven't had time to think of high art. The Boss of the Universe willing, I shall get over before long by Hoooook or by Krook, or if I have to bbegg,

borrrrow or steall! I am enclosing some
notices of your book. I hope they bring you
fortune, but I doubt it. I am writing from
a country where Christ is considered an excellent
commercial traveller, and a commercial traveller
is a God! "How to persuade a woman to buy a
vacuum cleaner when she says she cannot afford
to buy one." This is from a New Haven Junior
High School text-book. Nuf sed!

Greetings from us both. And please
remember me to Mrs. Pound.

Yours ever,

242 West Elm Street, New Haven, Conn.
July 12, 1927.

Within a fortnight am leaving the
above for Italy. My permanent address is
A.H.Dakers, 4, Adam St., Adelphi
London, W.C.2

Dear Ezra:

You once asked me about les jeunes américains. At
last I can say that I have made one discovery, and I'm sicking
him on to you because he deserves it. The enclosed manuscript
was written nearly four years ago, but the boy has been discouraged
by the lack of warmth in his native land, and it has remained in
his trunk. It has a resemblance to Eliot's recent work in The
New Criterion but as it was done so long ago Preller can't be
accused of plagiarism. My judgment of this ms. is not entirely
due to the thing itself, but to the fact that I have read another
manuscript of his done two years ago, a short novel, which leads
me to believe that he is going to "come through big ". I am offering
the other for book publication. I am now trying to seduce the
young man to come to Europe as he is practically buried in New
Haven. He's just turned 26, is a clerk in the Brick Row book shop
here. He's worked in a bank for 7 years, in the A. and P. grocery,
in the telephone company where he was discharged for living in
dreamland!" Incidentally he is one of your admirers.

You can write me what you think of "america" but keep
it until you hear from me where to send it and incidentally receive
from me the postage!

In the short novel I'm offering, The Debonair Lady,
Harry Preller beats Poe on his own ground. Finally he is the son
of a street-car conductor whose favourite book is Don Quixote on
which I have happened to see some interesting annotations he made.

242 West Elm Street,
New Haven, Conn.,
U. S. A.

September 7, 1930

Dear Ezra,

Perhaps, you have given me up as dead. But as you see, I am not. Anyhow, here are thirty-five bucks as the first instalment in the payment of my indebtedness. No, I've not come into a fortune, but have been working like a nigger; and both Helen and I have a passion for paying debts. I am sending small bits to a lot (an awful lot!) of people I owe, and am perhaps foolishly not putting anything by for the next rainy day. If luck's with me, you may get another instalment, and perhaps another!

Anyhow, Helen is better, and on the 11th we're venturing forth again to lands where the cheeses are full of worms and even the human maggots are alive. Where ultimately I don't know, but for the time being to Cayre's Hotel, Boulevard Raspail, Paris. Please write me there and say that you're alive and that you've gotten my little cheque. Is there any chance of your being in Paris from about September 20th to the middle of October?

Lloyd

I am travelling practically free, the North German/having given me the bulk of my fares in exchange for a few articles for The Seven Seas. I am telling you this, in case you ever want to come over without spending too much money. The editor is Mr. Richard Pratt, and his address is The Seven Seas, North German Lloyd, 57 Broadway, New York, N.Y.

Of course, I don't know that you ever want to come over, but here's a tip for what it's worth.

Is Mr. Yeats still in Rapallo?

My best to Mrs. Pound and yourself,

Yours ever,

22, Polstead Road,
Oxford.

December 7, 1930

Dear Ezra,

I wrote the enclosed years and years ago, but offered it only once. If you can sell it, you may keep the simoleons as a further instalment of my debt. And let me know the amount of the proceeds, so I may know how much is still owing you. It's very much on my mind, as I intend paying the artists, even if I'm not so scrupulous with bloated bondholders.

I don't know how long I shall remain here. Helen and I need the sun, and are thinking of Italy. If we can get the mezuma together, we may take a flyer. This place is deader than mutton. One wants to sleep all the time, and I have a two-volume novel to finish, only half of which is done. Publisher who nearly two years ago advanced me good money on it is on my heels.

Best of luck to you!

As ever,

P. S. You'd better address me c/o A. D. Peters, Esq., 4, Adam Street, Adelphi, London, W.C.2., in case I get desperate and make a getaway from Fogford.

25 Sept

Dear Cournos

Are you in touch with any of these
rhoeos un blokes you write about in
Criterion. ??

As there is NO way of getting one

gain of sense into communists OUTside Russia.

Could there be ANY way of inducin any rhoeosia int lligentz
ia to consider Douglas and Gesell

especially Doug. as a PHASE of communism suited to

countries already in a higher state of technical
development than their own.

CONVERGING movements.

Doug's distribution EFFECT VE for technological phase
whereas Russia started in agricultural condition.

Gesell proving the great implement for breaking grip
of finance.

allow for conspiracy of bankers and the new 7% russian loan

but get the idea to some decent bloke ( if any exists. )

the only REAL one I ever met was o. but all american
communists are ; as far as I can discover ; ABSOLUTE toneheads

in horn , repeaters.

I note R Grierich has yielded. If you can fin out
anything that wo. be useful to me ; re, that locality
do so.

yrz. 1/2 P

14 Dec

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[ COURSE THE ACTUAL "An Exposition of James" Dec. 1927, pp. 723-726 ]

Dear John

I am glad to see you in that stale pisspot the ATLANTIC because I know it means a CHEQUE/ only debit act on At/ part for 25 years.

Of course anyone who tackles the semite problem is likely to be blackmailed and abused by idiot jews.

I should like to stop the use of red herrings/ in fact have just written an artcl/ pointing out the ARYIO-Kike as something worse than the levite.

I am writing from a country where the was NO antisemitism up to two or three years ago.

I should say the first symptom appears about 18 months ago.

I don't now whether you are ready to answer letters and buckle down to serious thought on the subject.

Zuk had his father and the rabbi at work on it.

There are decents points in Mosaic law/ but the jews NEVER take responsibility for enforcing 'em.

execution of J.C. case in pt/ highpriests etc. passed the buck to Pilate.

Merchant of 'enice very interesting study/ real points usually NOT noted.

Hitler went anti-jew and the whole of american judaea started cursing Italy.

WHAT do you expect that to conduce to?

There is NO Jewish movement for economic reform.

There are almost no jews working for an honest monetary system

I am pointing to LOEB as head of Loeb report/ that is ONE up.

c/o Oxford University Press,
114 fifth Avenue,
New York City.

January 18, 1938

Dear Ezra:

You are certainly ORIGINAL! I mean in remembering
me. The "old familiar faces" have forgotten me. At all events,
they do not think of writing to me. Except, perhaps, to Eliot.
So your letter was a real event.

Well, the Atlantic did save me from being chucked out.
In fact, I am giving above address, because I still expect
to be chucked out. Even an Atlantic cheque does not last
forever.

The Atlantic, by the way, will have a Catholic father,
an Episcopalian Bishop, and a Jewish Rabbi, answer me in February issue. I don't expect much from the rabbi, for but a little while ago, after my Atlantic article, this particular rabbi delivered a sermon. "Why We Jews Do Not Need Jesus." As for Rabbi Wise he raged in a whole sermon about J.U. (I mean me!) and my article. An auspicious beginning. The second round will come off when Oxford University Press publishes my blast: AN OPEN LETTER TO JEWS AND CHRISTIANS. That's next month or so. Maybe after that I'll be assassinated.

By the way -- there were dozens and dozens of letters
in response to my article, mostly friendly. The strange thing
is most Jews who have written are ready to go almost all the
way. A fact which surprised me.

I don't know much about economics. What I do know is
that the fat-girthed chaps who have the money are not ready
to part with it. If there is no hell, hell ought to be in-

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vented, and those that have money to burn should be packed off with their money...; the fires will have to be kept going somehow.

I am afraid the Globe is turning bourgeois. I looked for your name there too. Last two or three issue seem definitely un-Cournosish and un-roundish. They've kept an article of mine now for three months, long enough for it to get out of date.

Life's a bit of a tragic joke. But I do not see that we can do much about it. There's some fight left in this carcass, but it's something of a job to find the enemy.

I wish you well, Ezra, and thanks for writing. If you do it again, I will have to contrive somehow to put up a monument to you. By heavens, you deserve one!

With best wishes to you and yours,

I almost forgot to tell you. I ran into H. D. at a restaurant here. She was full of Richard -- or rather of herself -- an obsession. She told me a funny story -- not meant to be funny -- about Richard running off with his own daughter-in-law, the wife of Michael Tennyson Deighton Fatmore, a "mere child", the said Michael being awarded by the Court the neat little sum of £1,500.

The young minx, I understand, is either pregnant or already a mother, and noble Hilda for the sake of the child is ready to sacrifice herself and give R. a divorce! A marvellous tale, but excuse me if I must laugh. I wonder what Brigit is thinking.

Lasttime I saw her, about three years ago in N.Y., she looked like an Indian squaw, large and round and squat (a strange metamorphosis), and was on her way to see her boy married to "the mere child" in question. But I suppose you know all this, and perhaps don't care one way or the other. Neither do I for that matter.