William Carlos Williams’s medical practice and his literary career formed an undivided life. For forty years he was a busy doctor in the town of Rutherford, New Jersey, and yet he was able to write more than thirty books. One of the finest chapters in the
Autobiography
tells how each of his two roles stimulated and supported the other.
Paperback
,
414 pages
Published
January 17th 1967
by New Directions
(first published 1951)
If the first thing you want to know is where he was born and what his lousy childhood was like and how WCW's parents were occupied before they had him and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, then this is the book for you. It starts there, meanders through his adolescence, and dwells for the rest of the time in adulthood. It's an autobiography, after all. There is no end in an autobiography... if you know what I mean.
But here's the man behind the poems, college friend of Ezra Pound and H.D.,
If the first thing you want to know is where he was born and what his lousy childhood was like and how WCW's parents were occupied before they had him and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, then this is the book for you. It starts there, meanders through his adolescence, and dwells for the rest of the time in adulthood. It's an autobiography, after all. There is no end in an autobiography... if you know what I mean.
But here's the man behind the poems, college friend of Ezra Pound and H.D., who chose his profession (M.D.) not because its exactly what he wanted to do, but because it could support his writing. He chose his home (Suburban New Jersey) because it was more to his temperament than NYC.
He never mentions the Red Wheelbarrow. Not once in the entire book. The poem Patterson gets a chapter. One of the asynchronous ones at the end of the book, when his formerly linear autobiography suddenly becomes patchwork.
If you want to find undisclosed meaning in his poems by reading this book, I think you will.
There is no undisclosed meaning.
The poems are very simple. WCW hoped to strip poetry away from the academy, which is why he writes an angry chapter about T.S. Eliot, who --in WCW's opinion-- gave it back to the academy at the very moment it could have broken free.
Perhaps this is why Ginsberg wrote to WCW. And why WCW put those letters in his poem. You can see that man here, if you linger in these pages. Here's the New Jersey born Unitarian. Here's an American poet.
...more
Marvelous! WCW as storyteller, his story, of lyrical days, a different time, indeed, and I beg to differ, but the poet from Rutherford lead an extraordinary life. It's been a very long time since I enjoyed a book so thoroughly, some favorites: "A Maternity Case," "Our Fisherman," "The Baroness," and, of course, the invaluable insight into the many artists he knew (I agree, Marsden Hartley, one of the best), and seems he met or knew just about everyone. Perhaps even more valuable are the lessons
Marvelous! WCW as storyteller, his story, of lyrical days, a different time, indeed, and I beg to differ, but the poet from Rutherford lead an extraordinary life. It's been a very long time since I enjoyed a book so thoroughly, some favorites: "A Maternity Case," "Our Fisherman," "The Baroness," and, of course, the invaluable insight into the many artists he knew (I agree, Marsden Hartley, one of the best), and seems he met or knew just about everyone. Perhaps even more valuable are the lessons he provides to writers regarding the humiliating rejection upon rejection of his work and his ability to persevere. I read this book after reading Mariani's, which was a chore, so if you have limited time stick to the autobio from Carlos, the source--pun intended. Sometimes WCW is described as a "gentle poet." False, tough as Paterson silk, and silk is a strong fiber, tough in a tough-guy way (that Americans no longer seem to be), and I think he would like that description. Sometimes I rate a book five stars because it's well written or well researched or written by a friend who can use encouragement, but this I give five stars because I love it . . . so bracing to get away from recently-published tripe.
"No one, and I meant no one (for money) was ever (never) going to tell me how or what I was going to write . . . Therefore I wasn't going to make any money by writing."
(p. 49).
Reading from the First Printing, 1951, Random House embossed with "Paterson Free Public Library 1885."
...more
In WCW's art of poetry interview, Flossie calls the number of errors in this book "inexcusable." That said, I'm quite curious about what was erroneous seeing as the book wavers between inconsequential and barely relevant w great ease. If nothing else it's a good curio of a book but I got so little out of it. Feels especially deceptive, too, after reading some critical biography on him
This book is worth the price of admission if only for the description of Ezra Pound onstage, in drag with his "great blonde wig at which he tore as he waved his arms about and heaved his massive breasts in ecstasies of extreme emotion."
Stubborn, affectionate, charming, clever, and self-deprecating in the most appealing way, William Carlos Williams comes across as someone I'd love to know.
William Carlos Williams was an American poet closely associated with modernism and Imagism. He was also a pediatrician and general practitioner of medicine. Williams "worked harder at being a writer than he did at being a physician," wrote biographer Linda Wagner-Martin. During his long lifetime, Williams excelled both as a poet and a physician.
Although his primary occupation was as a doctor, Will
William Carlos Williams was an American poet closely associated with modernism and Imagism. He was also a pediatrician and general practitioner of medicine. Williams "worked harder at being a writer than he did at being a physician," wrote biographer Linda Wagner-Martin. During his long lifetime, Williams excelled both as a poet and a physician.
Although his primary occupation was as a doctor, Williams had a full literary career. His work consists of short stories, poems, plays, novels, critical essays, an autobiography, translations and correspondence. He wrote at night and spent weekends in New York City with friends—writers and artists like the avant-garde painters Marcel Duchamp and Francis Picabia and the poets Wallace Stevens and Marianne Moore. He became involved in the Imagist movement but soon he began to develop opinions that differed from those of his poetic peers, Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot. Later in his life, Williams toured the United States giving poetry readings and lectures.
In May 1963, he was posthumously awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Pictures from Brueghel and Other Poems (1962) and the Gold Medal for Poetry of the National Institute of Arts and Letters. The Poetry Society of America continues to honor William Carlos Williams by presenting an annual award in his name for the best book of poetry published by a small, non-profit or university press.
Williams' house in Rutherford is now on the National Register of Historic Places. He was inducted into the New Jersey Hall of Fame in 2009.
...more