"It's funny how day-by-day nothing changes but when you look back everything's different."


The friend is the man who knows all about you, and still likes you.

~Elbert Hubbard, The Notebook, 1927

We live for the nights we'll never forget with the friends we'll always remember. - Author Unknown

and slowly as the days go by, you lose friends you never thought you would.

-Author Unknown

A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out

-Author Unknown


William Carlos Williams

Have you ever read a poem and thought to yourself “what in the world does this even mean?” Well, I do this all of the time, and if you are sick of it try reading a few poems by William Carlos Willams who was born on September 17, 1883 in Rutherford New Jersey. He once said, “I wanted to write a poem that you would understand. For what good is it to me if you can't understand it?” He was known for being an ordinary man with extraordinary ordinary writing. William’s father introduced him to his favorite author, Shakespeare, but he didn’t seem to take a deep interest in it. In his later years of high school Williams “felt for the first time the excitement of great books”. Even though his heart belonged to the arts of writing, his parents hoped for their son’s success in medicine, so Williams went to the University of Pennsylvania to pursue a career in medicine where he met his poetic mentor Ezra Pound. He claims that that “before meeting Pound is like B.C. and A.D.”. At the time Williams was so against the rigid and ordered poetry that had evolved from British works, and it eventually led him to join Pound, Hilda Doolittle, and others in what became to be known as the Imagist movement, which favored clearer imagery and sharper language. Williams had a deep sense of humanity which helped him in both medicine and in his writings. His wife, Flossie, described him as “an immensely complicated man: energetic, compassionate, socially conscious, tough, independent, dedicated, and completely responsive… He was the complete human being, and all of the qualities of his personality were fused in his writings.” This is what made his work so easy to read for the average person. William spent almost thirty years being an unknown poet, until Paterson, a five-book poem that showed his devotion to understanding his country, its people, and its language. He wanted to develop a collection that the American people could connect to. Williams went on to influence other great writers such as Allen Ginsberg. In 1948 Williams suffered a heart attack and his health began to further decline in 1949 after a series of strokes following. He also went to a psychiatric hospital during 1953 to get treated for clinical depression. He eventually died on March 4 1963 at the age of seventy-nine. Just two-days after his death a British publisher announced that he was going to print his poems, even though Williams spent most of his life protesting against the English influence on American poetry. I guess the Brits wanted something a little easier to read also.


Williams Biography
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Williams critiquing the novel The Day of the Locust

Spring and All

At the beginning of this poem someone is stopped on the side of the road on the way to a "contagious hospital" and they are looking at the scenery around them. This person starts to describe the scene as they see it now, which is dead because it is at the end of the winter. But then the poem shifts as the speakers thinks about the coming of spring and how life will emerge from the dead. We know that Williams was a doctor, and by the way that he uses the word contagious made it feel as though he had indifferent feelings about the hospital. When this was written infectious disease was still a big deal in America. He then begins to shift the poem away from the infectious society and moves to a feeling of nature, but this feeling is neither happy nor sad, just a little cold, then shifts to a thought of dead all around. But just as you start to get the feeling that everything is horrible he talks about spring in a way that gives you hope and light.