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.