Substack survey for me from customer svc

A brief response

Substack sends me the customer satisfaction survey. Two choices only and commentary.

Choice 1: fully met expectations, great experience

Choice 2:. Bad Experience

So -

First, thank you for restoring my privilege of commentary.  Second, please respond to my question.  When I appealed I asked for not general sentiment but exact post that was in bad taste or too on target or something - an adverb say-the bot is trained to go for like a police dog. I knew no human had banned me.

Your "bot" is programmed and programmable and is hunting for speech targets like a drone mine seeker.  A recent post by Lingering Sanity was detected and engaged by the "bot" without explanation.  My posting privilege withdrawn without explanation.  If this was simply an error can you say how you reach your decision to without warning first withdraw free speech and now upon my and others appeal restore it so I may post again as a commentator?  In other words how many points of light do I need before bots ain't sicced on me?

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Jerome Rothenberg in a somewhat different context was never, in any sense, a Poundian. He says “since there were too many other threads and lines coming into my awareness to allow a focus (in that sense) on any single individual. But the observation of Pound's impact – on myself and others – began shortly after that: the observation that those who were most significantly building on Pound's poetics and actual poetry were not the crazies and the fascist hoods of the John Kasper variety, etc., but poets like Kelly, Olson, Duncan, Mac Low, Blackburn, and before them the whole gallery of "Objectivists" or – from other directions – any number of European and Latin American writers – all of them (as I understood it) with a political and moral sense (coming out of World War II) that was strongly anti-fascist, strongly in opposition to the totalitarian barbarisms for which Pound (in the years of his fascist infatuation) had become a minor flunky. In their context Pound became, remained a vital force – the proof, through them, of what was right and germinal about him and the proof, conversely, of what was evil – and banal in Hannah Arendt's sense – in his succumbing to the "fascist temptation."

What Pound offered and in some sense made possible wasn't divorced from the political but wasn't at the same time tied to what became HIS politics. It was a demonstration of how the political – as history – could enter the body of the poem – how the poem could thrive on what Ed Sanders (many years later and clearly drawing on Pound) spoke of as "data clusters" defining a new "investigative poetry". I don't need to go on with this, I think, except to note that it was (as far as I can recollect) not the little fascists who learned from this but poets who by disposition and, I believe, commitment were looking for a way out of the fascist and totalitarian nightmare that had threatened to overwhelm our world.

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Of course even when this was written our world was overwhelmed.