A fleeting internet meme happened of writers in underpants--but it passed too quickly to be truly appreciated.
So, occasionally we'll post some literary beefcake for your perusal.
Today: Ezra Pound
A shirt with no buttons is no shirt at all.
Here we see Ezra apparently in the throws of a sneeze, followed by an instantaneous nap, all while flexing his literary pecs. Semi-nudity does that to an old man.
Is that a fine mist of hair all over his abdomen? "A fine mist of hair all over his abdomen" sounds like the sort of b-level poetic material Ezra might write, too.
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