Ezra Pound’s In a Station of the Metro, first published in 1913 is considered one of the leading poems of the Imagist tradition. The poem, written in a Japanese haiku style, took a year and a half to write, and was reduced from thirty lines to only fourteen words. This poem typifies Imagism’s focus on economy of language, precision of imagery and experimenting with non-traditional verse forms. Pound explains in his article “Vorticism”, found in the April 1916 publication ‘Gaudier Brzeska’ that upon seeing faces in the crowd he was inspired by such beauty. He wished to convert this into language but all he could see was ‘splotches of colour’, ideal for expression in a painting. It took Pound two years to find an ‘equation’ to translate this vision into a poem. The poem’s brevity means that no word works independently but when used collectively they create tension and emotion.

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;

Petals on a wet, black bough.

Another master of language died suddenly Friday afternoon. Every Sunday, more than 4 million Americans tuned in to Meet the Press seeking help in trying to understand the issues and the candidates. They chose that program because Tim Russert was among the most astute, discerning and relentless pursuers of truth in the nation, and had been for years. James Poniewozic of Time described his routine the best: "There was almost a kind of instinctual, animal acuity on display when Russert did an interview. He would lean forward, savoring what he took in, seeming to smell and taste the answers more than hearing them, picking up immediately and viscerally on the slightest off note."

Pound wished to translate his perception of beauty in the midst of ugliness into a single, perfect image in written form. Russert believed that politics could change the trajectory of people's lives. He held his guests to account for inconsistent past statements and doggedly followed up on evasions. Through his craft, he was trying to make us all better.

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