William Carlos Williams Society

Martín Espada's "Insult" - a fantastic reaction to/exploration of Williams in his stroke era

sites.lsa.umich.edu/mqr/2025/01/...

"Stroke: insult to the brain, leaking blood; insult to the right eye, now blind;
insult to the right hand, now dead"

William Carlos Williams, American poet and physician

TIL Billy Dee Williams had a prequel.

Manda decir William Carlos Williams que:

New post on the Society website; includes links to a few great digital resources on Williams, and Gary Snyder!

#documentary #poetry #modernism
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● Old & Busted: George Orwell
● The New Hotness: William Carlos Williams

I’ve only just read William Carlos Williams’ Asphodel for the first time. I feel jimmyed open.

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?

You lot are always riffing on that one William Carlos Williams poem about the cold plums when it's not even his best (which is of course Danse Russe)

4 poemas de William Carlos Williams - Zenda Juan Domingo Aguilar comparte, dentro de su sección de escritores Versátiles, cuatro poemas del autor estadounidense William Carlos Williams.

Fue un día gélido
enterramos el gato,
después le prendimos
fuego a la caja

4 #poemas de William Carlos Williams, seleccionados por Juan Domingo Aguilar.

BlueSky isn’t funny? We’ve got William Carlos Williams remixes; what more do people want?

Text of the poem "Red" by Mary Ruefle, a riff on the wheelbarrow poem by William Carlos Williams. I fucking depended on you and you left the fucking wheelbarrow out and it's fucking raining and now the white chickens are fucking filthy

Apropos of nothing

Happy Genius After ICE William Williams caught nakedred Wheelbarrow rustedwhere Carlos was takenplums unpickedchickens starved. — Chad Parenteau

"My poem "Genius After ICE" is another William Carlos Williams patchwork piece up now at dadakuku. Thanks to Editor/Publisher petro c.k. for providing this one bright spot before the days to come. #poetry #poetrycommunity @petrock.bsky.social @dadakuku.bsky.social

William Carlos Williams:

A CORONAL by William Carlos Williams (1920) New books of poetry will be written New books and unheard of manuscripts will come wrapped in brown paper and many and many a time the postman will bow and sidle down the leaf-plastered steps thumbing over other men's business. But we ran ahead of it all. One coming after could have seen her footprints in the wet and followed us among the stark chestnuts. Anemones sprang where she pressed and cresses stood green in the slender source— And new books of poetry will be written, leather-colored oakleaves many and many a time.

April is National Poetry Month, so I'm going to try to post a poem every day of the month for your amusement. Here's a foretaste:

Charles Wysocki jigsaw puzzle “plum valley” nearly completed on a table at my library. The only gaps remaining are an orchard of plum trees, pieces all pretty much the same. A poem on a piece of paper is also on the table.

Parody poem after William Carlos Williams: This is Just to Say after William Carlos Williams We need to complete the plums that are in the puzzle and which we were hopefully saving to do last, fast Forgive us they are challenging so similar and so vexing

Our library puzzlers have been stuck for the whole week on the plum trees in this Charles Wysocki jigsaw, so I wrote a little motivational poem for them 📚

JIST TI LET YI NO ahv drank thi speshlz that wurrin thi frij n thit yiwurr probbli hodn back furthi pahrti awright they wur great thaht stroang thaht cawld Tom Leonard, (after the American of William Carlos Williams) from 'Outside the Narrative' Etruscan Books/Word Power Books, 2009.

Tom Leonard...

Başta Cenap Şahabettin ve William Carlos Williams olmak üzere bütün şair hekimlerimizin 14 Mart Tıp Bayramını kutluyorum.

In an essay on poetic measure, William Carlos Williams talks of hearing 'a nameless bird singing, Ah chee, ah chee! Chee, chee, chee!' Anyone ever had a stab at naming that nameless bird?

William Carlos Williams

For cyber security reasons IT now says your password must contain a William Carlos Williams poem.

William Carlos Williams’ “This Is Just to Say” I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold

My 6th grader said they were writing “sorry/not sorry” poems in English class.

What’s a “sorry/not sorry” poem?

“You know, like the one about eating the plums?”

Oft-overlooked little poem there! Evergreen.

William & Carlos Williams seria um bom nome de dupla sertaneja

To W.C.W. M.D. It’s now 1916—well not really—but allow me immediate mode for the time being. Some early 20th Century Modernist characters we’ve already met are about to collaborate in New York City with a largely…

Two Parlando Project musical pieces using the work of early American Modernist poet Alfred Kreymborg. This one, dedicated to William Carlos Williams, from earlier in the Project when I could spend extensive, assured hours on composition: frankhudson.org/2018/08/06/t...

I've never sat with William Carlos Williams and I'm so annoyed at how much I'm loving every other poem.

I'm never finishing this collection cause every other poem is enough and I just re-read them over and over.

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Reminder of this CFP on WCW & the idea of failure; Abstracts due next Friday, for those interested! #MLA26

yes! After all
" sluggish
dazed spring approaches—"! #Spring&All

William Carlos Williams in Spring and All: "Only the imagination is undeceived."

The good doctor. William Carlos Williams who died on March 4, 1963.

"We are blind and live our blind lives out in blindness. Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of angels."

Large modernist painting of midcentury NYC construction viewed from an industrial zone under a bridge.

Spotted in a random corner of EWR yesterday - "View Under the Bridge", by Eyvind Earle, commissioned by William Carlos Williams in 1943.

13' high canvas, looks like it's probably the original, but no tags. Last mention of it online was 15yrs ago, indicating it was going to be at One WTC.