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.