Er zat in 1918 veel vis op de vijver. In een essay over poëzie schreef Ezra Pound:

As for “Every man his own poet,” the more every man knows about poetry the better. I believe in every one writing poetry who wants to; most do. I believe in every man knowing enough of music to play “God bless our home” on the harmonium, but I do not believe in every man giving concerts and printing his sin.

Dat las ik zopas, net nu ik drie heteroniemen heb bedacht voor nog onuitgegeven werk.