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...begin the Biennale, a water-bound escape to the Cimitero would benefit anyone who feels relentlessly confronted by visual masterpieces and glories. Of course, one of the delights of Venice is the sheer supply of these works—there is always one more Carpaccio to see. But Ezra Pound??s minimalist plot provides a welcome respite from the grandeur of conventional and commercial beauty...
...Sometimes, the city’s offerings become overwhelming, and it is at times like these that a distinct simplicity of statement affirms the worth of being surrounded by such artistic and historic treasures. Ezra Pound??s grave, lying in San Michele Cemetery, is one such visual relief from the abundance of ornamentation that sometimes overflows in Venice. The remarkable sense of contrast that it gives causes one to appreciate the city’s treasures even more...
...Pound??s resting place is barely a tombstone. His plot is lined with a low marble border, and a large laurel bush dominates the space inside. Underneath, partially covered by ivy strands, is a small, marble plaque bearing the simple demarcation: “Ezra Pound.” In equal distance on the other side of the plot lies the plaque commemorating Olga Rudge, Pound??s long-term lover and intellectual companion. Passersby would not find the spot unless they knew that it simply had to be there, according to the map that underlines...
...Perhaps it is just the act of getting out of the immediate city, or the blast of fresh air that one gets due to the traverse across to the tiny island, but Pound??s plaque gives a profound sense of relief. Maybe it is the sheer lack of graveyard pomp that calms his visitors, or the quirky fact that he lies in the “Rec Evangelical” (along with many other German, American, and British figures) that makes the pilgrimage to his grave shorn of the formalities of commemorative splendor and ostentation. Here, when...
...bins and collects old issues of the New York Times and Fifteen Minutes. Even so, she joins fellow designer Alexandra M. Hays ’09 for a trip to The Garment District later that afternoon, where both begin picking through the massive “dollar-fifty a pound?? clothing pile. Mid-treasure hunt, Morton’s model calls for details. “It’s going to be made of newspaper, just to warn you,” Morton cautions with a grin. “It’s a conceptual outfit...