William Williams
William Williams
beds minds
Minds like beds always made up,(more stony than a shore)unwilling or unable.
eyes poets
Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of the angels.
surface youth
My surface is myself.Under whichto witness, youth isburied. Roots?Everybody has roots.
everybody surface youth
My surface is myself. Under which to witness, youth is buried. Roots? Everybody has roots.
dating night room
Night is a room darkened for lovers. . . .
either ourselves
But we who are wisershut ourselves inon either handand no one knowswhether we think goodor evil.
array art becomes cling close detail devil difficulty direct eternally finality good imagination knowing lie lifting modern natural scientific scrutiny senses sets stands thus value virtual walking works
But the thing that stands eternally in the way of really good writing is always one: the virtual impossibility of lifting to the imagination those things which lie under the direct scrutiny of the senses, close to the nose. It is this difficulty that sets a value upon all works of art and makes them a necessity. The senses witnessing what is immediately before them in detail see a finality which they cling to in despair, not knowing which way to turn. Thus this so-called natural or scientific array becomes fixed, the walking devil of modern life.
art employment exist object poet poetry senses sensual since
But all art is sensual and poetry particularly so. It is directly, that is, of the senses, and since the senses do not exist without an object for their employment all art is necessarily objective. It doesn't declaim or explain, it presents.
art poetry sensual
But all art is sensual and poetry particularly so. It doesn't declaim or explain, it presents.
bewildered
O Marvelous! what new configuration will come next? I am bewildered with multiplicity.
completed imagination life valuable
Life is valuable -- when completed by the imagination. And then only.
fire love
Love you? It'sa fire in the blood, willy-nilly!
facts human intense value vision
The only human value of anything, writing included, is intense vision of the facts.
disease stop
I think all writing is a disease. You can't stop it.