every day in 2016, write a sentence or a paragraph or a poem that inspires or appreciates
William Carlos Williams
I should probably read his biography. I mean the book-length story of his life, not the blurb in Poetry magazine or the Wikipedia. He went to the University of Pennsylvania and found Ezra Pound there as a fellow student. What an impossibly lucky incident! They became friends for life. But he didn't write "shadow of Ezra" poems or "mirror of Whitman" poems. He experimented and experimented, and found his own way to write poems, poems in the language of his patients, working people in Rutherford, New Jersey, and poor people in New York City, poems full of compassion and down-to-earth humanity, poems that make you stop and see new colors in your own world, new grit in your own world, poems that shift your own perspective so you can never quite regain your old one, and don't miss it.
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