Have you found out that a actor/muscian you like is a wingnut?

[Journeyman]

22. I judge artists by their art, not their politics. . .

and see their politics through a prism devoid of their art. For this reason, I can enjoy the poetry of Ezra Pound and the novels of Louis Ferdinand Celine, while holding the works of Dalton Trumbo and Bertolt Brecht in equal esteem. I can also denounce Pound and Celine for their adherence to fascism, while praising the good fights of Trumbo and Brecht. Here's the dichotomy in action: I named my son Dalton, yet encourage him to read Pound's Cantos.


A gift of beauty from a sometimes ugly man. . .


THE LAKE ISLE
Ezra Pound

O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop,
With the little bright boxes
piled up neatly upon the shelves
And the loose fragrant cavendish
and the shag,
And the bright Virginia
loose under the bright glass cases,
And a pair of scales not too greasy,
And the whores dropping in for a word or two in passing,
For a flip word, and to tidy their hair a bit.

O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
Lend me a little tobacco-shop,
or install me in any profession
Save this damn'd profession of writing,
where one needs one's brains all the time.