Frases de William Carlos Williams

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William Carlos Williams

Fecha de nacimiento: 17. Septiembre 1883
Fecha de muerte: 4. Marzo 1963
Otros nombres:Ουίλιαμ Κάρλος Ουίλιαμς,ویلیام کارلوس ویلیامز

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William Carlos Williams fue un escritor estadounidense vinculado al modernismo y al imagismo. Es especialmente conocido por su obra poética.

Además de ejercer como médico y de escribir dramas y prosa variada, Williams es uno de los poetas modernistas más innovadores y admirados. Fue condiscípulo de los poetas Ezra Pound y Hilda Doolittle, y en los primeros poemas acusó la influencia del imagismo.

Más tarde se convirtió en impulsor del uso literario del habla coloquial. Su buen oído para los ritmos naturales del inglés hablado le ayudó a liberar a la poesía de la métrica que imperaba en la versificación en inglés desde el Renacimiento. Superada la tendencia imagista, es un poeta de gran sencillez expresiva y de fácil comprensión, con cierto gusto por la adivinanza, interesado en la constante experimentación y en la intimidad lírica. Como otros modernistas, procura diluir la figura del poeta, dejando que hable el poema por sí mismo. No busca los símbolos en las cosas sino más bien las propias cosas, que expresa imitando la fluidez del habla.

Williams cree que la realidad objetiva despierta la imaginación de quien la percibe, y no el proceso inverso. Utiliza el verso libre y la disposición visual de las líneas marca la estructura poética. En su obra Paterson, escrita a lo largo de varios años, mezcla poesía, prosa y collage incluyendo incluso fragmentos de publicidad. Constituye una especie de biografía épica de un doctor-poeta, pero formalmente consiste en un montaje de escenas y de imágenes, con pocos verbos que las vinculen explícitamente.

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Frases William Carlos Williams

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„It's a strange courage
you give me ancient star:Shine alone in the sunrise
toward which you lend no part!“

— William Carlos Williams
Context: It's a strange courage you give me ancient star:Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part! "El Hombre"

„If so I look for a development along these lines and will be satisfied with nothing else.“

— William Carlos Williams
Context: There is no poetry of distinction without formal invention, for it is in the intimate form that works of art achieve their exact meaning, in which they most resemble the machine, to give language its highest dignity, its illumination in the environment to which it is native. Such war, as the arts live and breathe by, is continuous. It may be that my interests as expressed here are pre-art. If so I look for a development along these lines and will be satisfied with nothing else. Introduction

„Still, the profound change
has come upon them: rooted, they
grip down and begin to awaken.“

— William Carlos Williams
Context: Lifeless in appearance, sluggish dazed spring approaches — They enter the new world naked, cold, uncertain of all save that they enter. All about them The cold, familiar wind — Now the grass, tomorrow the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf One by one objects are defined — It quickens: clarity, outline of leaf But now the stark dignity of entrance — Still, the profound change has come upon them: rooted, they grip down and begin to awaken. "Spring and All"

„I thought my friends were damn fools, because they didn't know any better way of conducting their lives. Still they conformed better than I to a code. I wanted to conform but I couldn't so I wrote my poetry.“

— William Carlos Williams
Context: !-- I'm tired of everything I wrote in these formative years. I was always searching for a regular format of the line, just as I wanted to be regular in my life — to conform. But --> I thought my friends were damn fools, because they didn't know any better way of conducting their lives. Still they conformed better than I to a code. I wanted to conform but I couldn't so I wrote my poetry. Annotations on John C. Thirlwell's copy of The Collected Earlier Poems (c. 1958)

„It's a strange world made up of disappointments for the most part.“

— William Carlos Williams
Context: It's a strange world made up of disappointments for the most part. I keep writing largely because I get a satisfaction from it which can't be duplicated elsewhere. It fills the moments which otherwise are either terrifying or depressed. Not that I live that way, work too quiets me. My chief dissatisfaction with myself at the moment is that I don't seem to be able to lose myself in what I have to do as I should like to. Letter to Robert McAlmon (8 August 1943), published in The Selected Letters of William Carlos Williams (1957) edited by John C. Thirlwall, p. 216

„Well —
all things turn bitter in the end
whether you choose the right or
the left way
and —
dreams are not a bad thing.“

— William Carlos Williams
Context: Brother! — if we were rich we'd stick our chests out and hold our heads high! It is dreams that have destroyed us. There is no more pride in horses or in rein holding. We sit hunched together brooding our fate. Well — all things turn bitter in the end whether you choose the right or the left way and — dreams are not a bad thing. "Libertad! Igualidad! Fraternidad!"

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„But the hunted news I get from some obscure patients' eyes is not trivial. It is profound“

— William Carlos Williams
Context: What is the use of reading the common news of the day, the tragic deaths and abuses of daily living, when for over half a lifetime we have known that they must have occurred just as they have occurred given the conditions that cause them? There is no light in it. It is trivial fill-gap. We know the plane will crash, the train be derailed. And we know why. No one cares, no one can care. We get the news and discount it, we are quite right in doing so. It is trivial. But the hunted news I get from some obscure patients' eyes is not trivial. It is profound: whole academies of learning, whole ecclesiastical hierarchies are founded upon it and have developed what they call their dialectic upon nothing else, their lying dialectics. A dialectic is any arbitrary system, which, since all systems are mere inventions, is necessarily in each case a false premise, upon which a closed system is built shutting out those who confine themselves to it from the rest of the world. All men one way or another use a dialectic of some sort into which they are shut, whether it be an Argentina or a Japan. So each group is maimed. Each is enclosed in a dialectic cloud, incommunicado, and for that reason we rush into wars and prides of the most superficial natures. Do we not see that we are inarticulate? That is what defeats us. The Autobiography of William Carlos Williams (1951), Ch. 54: The Practice

„Such war, as the arts live and breathe by, is continuous.“

— William Carlos Williams
Context: There is no poetry of distinction without formal invention, for it is in the intimate form that works of art achieve their exact meaning, in which they most resemble the machine, to give language its highest dignity, its illumination in the environment to which it is native. Such war, as the arts live and breathe by, is continuous. It may be that my interests as expressed here are pre-art. If so I look for a development along these lines and will be satisfied with nothing else. Introduction

„It is dreams that have destroyed us. There is no more pride
in horses or in rein holding.“

— William Carlos Williams
Context: Brother! — if we were rich we'd stick our chests out and hold our heads high! It is dreams that have destroyed us. There is no more pride in horses or in rein holding. We sit hunched together brooding our fate. Well — all things turn bitter in the end whether you choose the right or the left way and — dreams are not a bad thing. "Libertad! Igualidad! Fraternidad!"

„Why do we live? Most of us need the very thing we never ask for.“

— William Carlos Williams
Context: Why do we live? Most of us need the very thing we never ask for. We talk about revolution as if it was peanuts. What we need is some frank thinking and a few revolutions in our own guts; to hell with what most of the sons of bitches that I know and myself along with them if I don't take hold of myself and turn about when I need to — or go ahead further if that's the game. Letter to Robert McAlmon (4 September 1943), published in The Selected Letters of William Carlos Williams (1957) edited by John C. Thirlwall, p. 217

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„Each speech having its own character, the poetry it engenders will be peculiar to that speech also in its own intrinsic form.“

— William Carlos Williams
Context: Each speech having its own character, the poetry it engenders will be peculiar to that speech also in its own intrinsic form. The effect is beauty, what in a single object resolves our complex feelings of propriety. Introduction

„Saxifrage is my flower that splits
the rocks.“

— William Carlos Williams
Context: Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait, sleepless. — through metaphor to reconcile the people and the stones. Compose. (No ideas but in things) Invent! Saxifrage is my flower that splits the rocks. "A Sort of a Song"

„I lie here thinking of you:— the stain of love
is upon the world!“

— William Carlos Williams
Context: I lie here thinking of you:— the stain of love is upon the world! "Love Song"

„The War is the first and only thing in the world today.“

— William Carlos Williams
Context: The War is the first and only thing in the world today. The arts generally are not, nor is this writing a diversion from that for relief, a turning away. It is the war or part of it, merely a different sector of the field. Introduction http://www.poetryfoundation.org/learning/essay/237888

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