William Williams
William Williams
facts human intense value vision
The only human value of anything, writing included, is intense vision of the facts.
lies lies-and-lying manner matters secret
It is not what you say that matters but the manner in which you say it; there lies the secret of the ages.
array art becomes cling close detail devil difficulty direct eternally finality good imagination knowing lie lifting modern natural scientific scrutiny senses sets stands thus value virtual walking works
But the thing that stands eternally in the way of really good writing is always one: the virtual impossibility of lifting to the imagination those things which lie under the direct scrutiny of the senses, close to the nose. It is this difficulty that sets a value upon all works of art and makes them a necessity. The senses witnessing what is immediately before them in detail see a finality which they cling to in despair, not knowing which way to turn. Thus this so-called natural or scientific array becomes fixed, the walking devil of modern life.
bewildered
O Marvelous! what new configuration will come next? I am bewildered with multiplicity.
lined
If they give you lined paper, write the other way.
late spring
Here it is spring againand I still a young man!I am late at my singing.
begins history
History, history! We fools, what do we know or care? History begins for us with murder and enslavement, not with discovery.
caress neck women
I feel the caress of my own fingerson my own neck as I place my collarand think pityinglyof the kind women I have known.
gentleness pink ragged rain roses speaks
A profusion of pink roses being ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring.
dating herself lover woman
No woman is virtuous, who does not give herself to her lover
face gently oh smiled
You slapped my face Oh but so gently I smiled At the caress.
dream feet others remain
I have had my dream -- like others --and it has come to nothing, so thatI remain now carelesslywith feet planted on the groundand look up at the sky.
grateful love moved saw
It was the love of love,the love that swallows up all else,a grateful love,a love of nature, of people,of animals,a love engenderinggentleness and goodnessthat moved meand that I saw in you.
disease stop
I think all writing is a disease. You can't stop it.