The only realism in art is of the imagination. William Carlos Williams More Quotes by William Carlos Williams More Quotes From William Carlos Williams Unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line, the old will go on repeating itself with recurring deadliness William Carlos Williams lines goes-on mind The better work men do is always done under stress and at great personal cost. William Carlos Williams stress business writing No opinion can be trusted; even the facts may be nothing but a printer's error. William Carlos Williams errors may history To refine, to clarify, to intensify that eternal moment in which we alone live there is but a single force the imagination. William Carlos Williams moments eternity imagination My surface is myself. Under which to witness, youth is buried. Roots? Everybody has roots. William Carlos Williams conformity youth roots The pure products of America go crazy William Carlos Williams products crazy america Imagination though it cannot wipe out the sting of remorse can instruct the mind in its proper uses. William Carlos Williams imagination use mind Dissonance / (if you are interested) / leads to discovery. William Carlos Williams dissonance ifs discovery Poetry demands a different material than prose. It uses another facet of the same fact... the spontaneous conformation of language as it is heard. William Carlos Williams demand different use A poem is this:/A nuance of sound/delicately operating/upon a cataract of sense/...the particulars/of a song waking/upon a bed of sound. William Carlos Williams bed sound song Afraid lest he be caught up in a net of words, tripped up, bewildered and so defeated-thrown aside-a man hesitates to write down his innermost convictions. William Carlos Williams defeated writing men As the rain falls so does your love bathe every open object of the world William Carlos Williams doe rain fall Nothing whips my blood like verse. William Carlos Williams whips verses blood 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, lonely. I was born to be lonely, I am best so!" If I admire my arms, my face, my shoulders, flanks, buttocks against the yellow drawn shades,-- Who shall say I am not the happy genius of my household? William Carlos Williams lonely sleep baby The business of love is cruelty which, by our wills, we transform to live together. William Carlos Williams broken-heart together love-is Death will be too late to bring us aid. William Carlos Williams aids late For the beginning is assuredly the end- since we know nothing, pure and simple, beyond our own complexities. William Carlos Williams complexity ends simple beauty’ is related not to ‘loveliness’ but to a state in which reality plays a part. William Carlos Williams states play reality Poe gives the sense for the first time in America, that literature is serious, not a matter of courtesy but of truth. William Carlos Williams literature giving america all to no end save beauty William Carlos Williams humanity beautiful beauty
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