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Plan for cinema (1936)

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134 PLAN FOR CINEMA Lewis, in Men Without Art, is at some pains to point out how his old friend Mr. Ezra Pound has, indeed, become a musician. Joyce is concerned primarily with sound. And is there not a story of the mighty Eliot with kettle-drum? As Eric Linklater says in Poets Pub : c We ' ve given up epic and satire on the grand scale and throwing our caps over the moon.' Writers who in the past have been so prone to be in love with the sea, now steer their craft to rarely frequented creeks, there eventually to be left high and dry by the ebb, in contemplation of and meditation with their really rather dull isolation on the mud. Their alternative is to become bestseller writers after the manner so assiduously prescribed by the oracular Arnold Bennett at half a crown a word for the advice. And the disadvantage of becoming a best-seller writer is that your integrity as artist is blown sky high, for by the nature of the process you become critic, film scenarist, journalist, and playwright amongst other things, finishing up with a nice little place in the country, doin' a bit of huntin5 and fishin' and all that. On the whole, ultimately rather better to sit on the mud. Similarly, if you are a painter, better to be a Max Ernst or a Chirico than to toss any talent you may have to the four winds by painting, c teeming with likeness,5 mayor after mayor of the now proverbial Hogsnorton. For that is your only alternative, finishing you up maybe by election to associateship of that august institution, the pavements on the north and south sides of