William Williams
William Williams
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.
lies lies-and-lying manner matters secret
It is not what you say that matters but the manner in which you say it; there lies the secret of the ages.
plain walk
When I was youngerit was plain to meI must make something of myself.Older nowI walk back streetsadmiring the housesof the very poor. . . .
admiring houses older plain streets walk younger
When I was younger it was plain to me I must make something of myself. Older now I walk back streets admiring the houses of the very poor. . . .
pass solitary ten walls
At ten a.m. the young housewifemoves about in negligee behindthe wooden walls of her husband's house.I pass solitary in my car.
We will it soand so it ispast all accident.
drink joy last
There is somethingsomething urgentI have to say to youand you alonebut it must waitwhile I drink inthe joy of your approach,perhaps for the last time.
alone drink joy last perhaps urgent wait
There is something something urgent I have to say to you and you alone but it must wait while I drink in the joy of your approach, perhaps for the last time.
genius happy shall
Who shall say I am notthe happy genius of my household?
genius happy shall
Who shall say I am not the happy genius of my household?
lined
If they give you lined paper, write the other way.
dream feet others remain
I have had my dream -- like others --and it has come to nothing, so thatI remain now carelesslywith feet planted on the groundand look up at the sky.
carelessly dream feet ground others remain
I have had my dream -- like others -- and it has come to nothing, so that I remain now carelessly with feet planted on the ground and look up at the sky.
beauties discovered due hours strange travel
I have discovered that most ofthe beauties of travel are due tothe strange hours we keep to see them. . . .