William Carlos Williams

September 20, 2014

Smell William Carlos Williams, 1883 – 1963 Oh strong-ridged and deeply hollowed nose of mine! what will you not be smelling? What tactless asses we are, you and I, boney nose, always indiscriminate, always unashamed, and now it is the souring flowers of the bedraggled poplars: a festering pulp on the wet earth beneath them. […]

February 22, 2013

“To live is to dance, to dance is to live.” ~ Snoopy (Charles Schulz) I came across this quote in a book last night, and was immediately reminded of William Carlos Williams’ Danse Russe, a poem we spent time with in Professor Al Filreis’s class Modern And Contemporary American Poetry. If Snoopy embodies exuberance, and […]

September 20, 2012

DANSE RUSSE If I when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists above shining trees,– if I in my north room dance naked, grotesquely before my mirror waving my shirt round my head and singing softly to myself: “I am lonely, […]