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Vanguard Variorum, May 1946

12       VANGUARD VARIORUM

did take the Emden to task: "The somewhat persecuted tone of "Final--Blackout!" are to be deplored.[sic]...Personal correspondence is the vehicle for details and personal comment." Repressing my first indignant yowls (in common with just about everyone else, I hate to be spanked in public), my only comments are (1) I did not succeed, evidently, in what I wanted to do in the diatribe, and I am duly sorry for any pain I caused the more delicate-minded Vanguardifs and (since it doesn't get me anywhere) I'll try not to lose my temper in public in the future, and (2) I would like to clear up my stand on your last point. Most of my Vanguard output comprises all the personal correspondence I engage in these days. I have taken (ad intend to continue to take) full advantage of the correspondence club side of an apa. Details and personal comment make very interesting reading, ordinarily, and I have found that when I do restrict myself to lofty pronouncements on general subjects I sound just about as stuffy as you do in the passage I quoted. A finished essay, critical or expositional, is another matter, and I will continue to take the greatest care with both style and content when I work in earnest; but leave us not exclude details and personal comment. Vanguard would die of dry rot and Dreiser's Botch in short order.
In my own peculiar style (whatever it may be after the lambasting I received - and not only from Doc, either; everyobdy jumped on the Emden; but while they hold me down and try to sit on my head I can still be heard squeaking like a dormouse. "The personaler the comment the grister to my mill -) I proceed to the February issue of Agenbitye. The Old Lyric is delightful, although I admit I didn't get it until it was explained to me. Idon't see that either the title or the quotation from Rosenkavalier do anything but sit around gratuitously and evoke pleasant associations of their own without any discernible relevance to the poem headed off by the name Sachs, but the poem itself is, I think, very good indeed. In view of your delightful use of "Saw, smelled, heard, clasped, tasted" and finally "thought" I think it might be called a veritable QuintusSense of a Poem. Cerifs tickled my risibilities no end. Your recent experience with the billiard bottles would make an even better item, if the story could only be told! The Sofoto, (mentioned by special permission of Vladimir Ilyitch Lowndsovsky) is priceless. You should inadvertently skip more page numbers, Doc. Vanguard needs art of this calibre. I had a nasty experience on the final poem; I like it very much indeed, but I was going to ask you in rather snotty fashion if what you meant was anchorite. When I looked it up in the dictionary I was amazed to find that anchoret is the preferred spelling; I had never seen it spelled like this before to my knowledge. Please don't do this often, Doc; it does horrid things to my awareness of my own infallibility. This was a good issue; more, please.
Hello Central was a good gag (or at least I thought so after this one was explained to me, too - sharp like a marble these days, ain't I?) and contained the best of news.
Joe's Jottings was as enjoyable as I had hoped. Once having been converted, I go all out for Kennedy. I agree with Judy, who pointed out that the fellow has a genius for the filler. Is John Holbrook Caley allee samee Joe Kennedy?
Biggest, best, and it now develops final Vanguard issue of Renascence gets loud laudings from this corner. Josephs is as positive and incisive in his work as he is modest and retiring in person, and he has done an excellent job on these two poems; I am hard put to say which I like better, and have no criticism whatsoever to offer, whether constructive, destructive or comparative. I have said all I had to say on the question of Ezra Pound's guilt in the note on the ethical aspect which I submitted to Renascence recently, and will note here only that I was offended by Mr. Patchen's emotional binge. I am reminded of Blish's tag-line -- "Getcha programs heah, folks, can't tell Patchen from Elsie B. without a program" --- although he was speaking (strange coupling) of PM and Parnassus when he used it. I would say that Patchen's boil definitely erupted. "The Blurred Men Howl" comes off somewhat

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12 VANGUARD VARIORUM did take the Emden to task: "The somewhat persecuted tone of "Final--Blackout!" are to be deplored.[sic]...Personal correspondence is the vehicle for details and personal comment." Repressing my first indignant yowls (in common with just about everyone else, I hate to be spanked in public), my only comments are (1) I did not succeed, evidently, in what I wanted to do in the diatribe, and I am duly sorry for any pain I caused the more delicate-minded Vanguardifs and (since it doesn't get me anywhere) I'll try not to lose my temper in public in the future, and (2) I would like to clear up my stand on your last point. Most of my Vanguard output comprises all the personal correspondence I engage in these days. I have taken (ad intend to continue to take) full advantage of the correspondence club side of an apa. Details and personal comment make very interesting reading, ordinarily, and I have found that when I do restrict myself to lofty pronouncements on general subjects I sound just about as stuffy as you do in the passage I quoted. A finished essay, critical or expositional, is another matter, and I will continue to take the greatest care with both style and content when I work in earnest; but leave us not exclude details and personal comment. Vanguard would die of dry rot and Dreiser's Botch in short order. In my own peculiar style (whatever it may be after the lambasting I received - and not only from Doc, either; everyobdy jumped on the Emden; but while they hold me down and try to sit on my head I can still be heard squeaking like a dormouse. "The personaler the comment the grister to my mill -) I proceed to the February issue of Agenbitye. The Old Lyric is delightful, although I admit I didn't get it until it was explained to me. Idon't see that either the title or the quotation from Rosenkavalier do anything but sit around gratuitously and evoke pleasant associations of their own without any discernible relevance to the poem headed off by the name Sachs, but the poem itself is, I think, very good indeed. In view of your delightful use of "Saw, smelled, heard, clasped, tasted" and finally "thought" I think it might be called a veritable QuintusSense of a Poem. Cerifs tickled my risibilities no end. Your recent experience with the billiard bottles would make an even better item, if the story could only be told! The Sofoto, (mentioned by special permission of Vladimir Ilyitch Lowndsovsky) is priceless. You should inadvertently skip more page numbers, Doc. Vanguard needs art of this calibre. I had a nasty experience on the final poem; I like it very much indeed, but I was going to ask you in rather snotty fashion if what you meant was anchorite. When I looked it up in the dictionary I was amazed to find that anchoret is the preferred spelling; I had never seen it spelled like this before to my knowledge. Please don't do this often, Doc; it does horrid things to my awareness of my own infallibility. This was a good issue; more, please. Hello Central was a good gag (or at least I thought so after this one was explained to me, too - sharp like a marble these days, ain't I?) and contained the best of news. Joe's Jottings was as enjoyable as I had hoped. Once having been converted, I go all out for Kennedy. I agree with Judy, who pointed out that the fellow has a genius for the filler. Is John Holbrook Caley allee samee Joe Kennedy? Biggest, best, and it now develops final Vanguard issue of Renascence gets loud laudings from this corner. Josephs is as positive and incisive in his work as he is modest and retiring in person, and he has done an excellent job on these two poems; I am hard put to say which I like better, and have no criticism whatsoever to offer, whether constructive, destructive or comparative. I have said all I had to say on the question of Ezra Pound's guilt in the note on the ethical aspect which I submitted to Renascence recently, and will note here only that I was offended by Mr. Patchen's emotional binge. I am reminded of Blish's tag-line -- "Getcha programs heah, folks, can't tell Patchen from Elsie B. without a program" --- although he was speaking (strange coupling) of PM and Parnassus when he used it. I would say that Patchen's boil definitely erupted. "The Blurred Men Howl" comes off somewhat