The late David Ignatow wrote that T.S. Eliot was "not the kind of man to take a piss in the street". But Williams was.  These men, and their works, are incomparable.
 
                "Remember
the peon in the lost
Eisenstein film drinking
 
from a wine-skin with the abandon
of a horse drinking
 
so that it slopped down his chin?
down his neck, dribbling
 
over his shirt-front and down
onto his pants--laughing, toothless?
 
                Heavenly man!"
 
 
As for  Carlo's criticism "half-digested", let me direct your attention to Williams' poem "A Smiling Dane" (you'll find it in the Collected Later Poems 1950-62).
 
Tim Romano
 
Carlo Parcelli wrote:
  [ ...]  Paterson is highly allusive in imitation
  of Pound and Eliot. It is also a poorly integrated, half-digested
  collection of flotsam (literally and metaphorically) that pales by
  comparison to the work of the expatriots.