台北書緣 (6):《 柏 德 遜 》 (Paterson by William Carlos Williams,1958 全書完成 ) 張錯譯,台 北, 1978
Paterson by William Carlos Williams
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“Dear Mama: The reason I didn’t write last Sunday was because I was out of town. My friend Pound invited me to spend Saturday and Sunday with him … His parents are very nice people and have always been exceptionally kind to me.” — William Carlos Williams
“The people I met are too sporty for me,” Williams wrote to his mother, having trouble finding his footing in medical school.
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The City in Literature: An Intellectual and Cultural History: Richard ...1998 上海人民 2008books.google.com.tw/books?isbn=0520212568
LITERATURE/URBAN STUDIES "Richard Lehan's is the first book to tackle, head-on, the way in which the city has simultaneously become a literary construct of ...~~~~www.npr.org/2016/12/.../paterson-a-love-poem-to-poetry-from-director-jim-jarmusc...
Dec 27, 2016 - It was inspired, in part, by an epic William Carlos Williams poem. ... In his latest film, Paterson, Jarmusch takes that idea one step further.
反戰詩人?公車司機?
藝術電影巨匠賈木許導演?他迷上了醫生詩人威廉斯嗎? 或是他覺得人生不值得活的,除非寫詩歌?賈木許導演是這個意思嗎?
美國文壇名詩人1960年代狂飆代表的金斯堡 與醫師詩人William Carlos Williams都是紐澤西州的派特森市的出身
公車司機也是詩人: 導演賈木許Jarmusch的【派特森】詩人情節,/情結
這是我看的第二部賈木許,【愛情不用尋找】七年前看的, 這導演真另類,人文素養無疑很深厚,難怪潔西卡蘭芷等大牌都甘心票戲
公車司機愛寫詩,然後寶貝手稿被家中的牛頭犬狗兒子咬碎了, 傷心之餘遇到日本詩人,又被鼓舞,就是這樣無聊的故事, 這部「派特森」平淡如水,奇怪卻很有問題,我都沒有被催眠......
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Paterson (poem)
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Paterson is a
poem by influential modern American poet
William Carlos Williams.
The poem is composed of five books and a fragment of a sixth book. The five books of
Paterson were published separately in 1946, 1948, 1949, 1951, and 1958, and the entire work was published as a unit in 1963. This book is considered to be Williams' epic. Williams' book
In the American Grain is claimed to be
Paterson's abstracted introduction involving a rewritten American history. It is a poetic monument to, and personification of, the city of
Paterson, New Jersey. However, as a whole the three main topics of the poem are Paterson the Man, Paterson the City, and Identity. The theme of the poem being centered in an in-depth look at the process of modernization and its effects.
[edit] Composition
Williams saw the poet as a type of reporter, who relays the news of the world to the people. He prepared for the writing of
Paterson in this way:
I started to make trips to the area. I walked around the streets; I went on Sundays in summer when the people were using the park, and I listened to their conversation as much as I could. I saw whatever they did, and made it part of the poem.[1]
While writing the poem, Williams struggled to find ways to incorporate the real world facts obtained through his research into the poem. On a worksheet for the poem, he wrote, "Make it factual (as the Life is factual-almost casual-always sensual-usually visual: related to thought)". Williams considered, but ultimately rejected, putting footnotes into the work describing some facts. Still, the style of the poem allowed for many opportunities to incorporate 'factual information', including portions of his own correspondence with the American poet
Marcia Nardi and fellow New Jersey poet
Allen Ginsberg [2].
[edit] References
WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS
Poet/Physician
1883 - 1963
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William Carlos Williams was born on September 17, 1883, in Rutherford, New Jersey. His father had emigrated from Birmingham, England, and his mother (whose mother Basque and whose father was of Dutch-Spanish-Jewish descent) from Puerto Rico. Williams attended schools in Rutherford until 1897, when he was sent for two years to a school near Geneva and to the Lycée Condorcet in Paris. On his return he attended the Horace Mann High School in New York City. After having passed a special examination, he was admitted in 1902 to the medical school of the University of Pennsylvania. There he met two poets, Hilda Doolittle and Ezra Pound. The latter friendship had a permanent effect; Williams said he could divide his life into Before Pound and After Pound.
Williams did his internship in New York City from 1906 to 1909, writing verse in between patients. He published a first book, Poems, in 1909. Then he went to Peipzig in 1909 to study pediatrics, and after that retuned to Rutherford to practice medicine there for the rest of his life. In 1912 he married Florence Herman (or "Flossie"). In 1913 Pound secured a London publisher for Williams' second book, The Tempers. But his first distinctly original book was Al Que Quiere! (To Him Who Wants It!), published in Boston in 1917. In the following years he wrote not only poems but short stories, novels, essays, and an autobiography. In 1946 he began the fulfillment of a long-standing plan, to write an epic poem, with the publication of Paterson, Book I. The three following books appeared in 1948, 1949, and 1951; in 1952 he suffered a crippling stroke, which forced him to give up his medical practice and drastically limited his ability to write. Nonetheless he continued to so so, producing an unanticipated fifth book of Paterson in 1958 as well as shorter poems. He died in Rutherford in March 4, 1963. Two months later his last book of lyrics won the Pulitzer prize for poetry.
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帕特森 (Paterson, New Jersey)是
美國新澤西州巴賽克縣縣治。面積22.6平方公里,
2006年人口148,708人,是該州第三大城市。
[1]1831年4月11日設鎮,
1851年4月14日建市。
In 1791,
Alexander Hamilton helped found the
Society for the Establishment of Useful Manufactures (S.U.M.), which helped encourage the harnessing of energy from the
Great Falls of the Passaic, to secure economic independence from British manufacturers. Paterson, which was founded by the society, became the cradle of the industrial revolution in America. Paterson was named for
William Paterson,
Governor of New Jersey, statesman, and signer of the
Constitution.
French architect, engineer, and city planner
Pierre L'Enfant, who developed the plans for
Washington, D.C., was the first superintendent for the S.U.M. project. He devised a plan, which would harness the power of the Great Falls through a channel in the rock and an aqueduct. However, the society's directors felt he was taking too long and was over budget. He was replaced by Peter Colt, who used a less-complicated reservoir system to get the water flowing to factories in 1794. Eventually, Colt's system developed some problems and a scheme resembling L'Enfant's original plan was used after 1846. L'Enfant, meanwhile, brought his city plans with him when he designed Washington, and that city's layout resembles the plan he wanted to develop for Paterson.
The industries developed in Paterson were powered by the 77-foot high Great Falls, and a system of water raceways that harnessed the power of the falls. The city began growing around the falls and until 1914 the mills were powered by the waterfalls. The district originally included dozens of mill buildings and other manufacturing structures associated with the textile industry and later, the firearms, silk, and railroad locomotive manufacturing industries. In the latter half of the 19th century,
silk production became the dominant industry and formed the basis of Paterson's most prosperous period, earning it the nickname "Silk City." In 1835, Samuel Colt began producing firearms in Paterson, although within a few years he moved his business to
Hartford, Connecticut. Later in the 19th century, Paterson was the site of early experiments with submarines by Irish-American inventor
John Holland. Two of Holland's early models — one found at the bottom of the Passaic River — are on display in the
Paterson Museum, housed in the former
Rogers Locomotive and Machine Works near the Passaic Falls.
The city was a mecca for
immigrant laborers who worked in its factories as well. Paterson was also the site of historic labor unrest that focused on anti-child labor legislation, and the six-month long
Paterson silk strike of 1913 that demanded the
eight-hour day and better working conditions, but was defeated by the employers with workers forced to return under pre-strike conditions. Factory workers labored long hours for low wages under dangerous conditions, and lived in crowded tenement buildings around the mills. The factories then moved south where there were no labor unions, and later moved overseas.
In 1932, Paterson opened
Hinchliffe Stadium, a 10,000-seat stadium named in honor of John V. Hinchliffe, the mayor at the time. Hinchliffe originally served as the site for high school and professional athletic events. From 1933–1937, 1939–1945, Hinchliffe was the home of the
New York Black Yankees and from 1935-36 the home of the
New York Cubans of the
Negro National League. The historic ballpark was also a venue for many professional football games, track and field events, boxing matches and auto and motorcycle racing.
Abbott and Costello performed at Hinchliffe prior to boxing matches. Hinchliffe is one of only three
Negro League stadiums left standing in the United States, and is on the
National Register of Historic Places. In 1963, Paterson Public Schools acquired the stadium and used it for public school events until 1997, but it is currently in a state of disrepair, while the schools have been taken over by the state.
During
World War II Paterson played an important part in the aircraft engine industry. By the end of WWII, however, there was a decline in urban areas and Paterson was no exception, and since the 1970s the city has suffered high unemployment rates.
Once a premier shopping and leisure destination of northern New Jersey, competition from the malls in upscale neighboring towns like
Wayne and
Paramus have forced the big-chain stores out of Paterson’s downtown. The biggest industries are now small businesses because the factories have moved overseas. However, the city still, as always, attracts many
immigrants. Many of these
immigrants have revived the city's economy especially through small businesses.
The downtown area was struck by massive fires several times, most recently Jan. 17, 1991. In this fire, a near full city block (bordered on the north and south by Main and Washington Street and on the east and west by Ellison Street and College Boulevard, a stretch of Van Houten Street that is dominated by
Passaic County Community College) was engulfed in flames due to an electrical fire in the basement of a bar at 161 Main Street and spread to other buildings.
[8] Firefighter John A. Nicosia, 28, of Engine 4, went missing in the fire, having gotten lost in the basement. His body was located two days later.
[9] A plaque honoring his memory was later placed on a wall near the area. The area was so badly damaged that most of the burned buildings were demolished, with an outdoor mall standing in their place. The most notable of the destroyed buildings was the Meyer Brothers department store, which closed in 1987 and since had been parceled out.
This morning, we note the birth date of William Carlos Williams (September 17, 1883 – March 4, 1963), Puerto Rican-American poet closely associated with modernism and imagism. In addition to his writing, Williams had a long career as a physician practicing both pediatrics and general medicine.
In addition to poetry (his main literary focus), he occasionally wrote short stories, plays, novels, essays, and translations. He practiced medicine by day and wrote at night.
Williams
published his first book, Poems, in 1909. His second book of poems, The Tempers, was published by a London press through the help of his friend Ezra Pound, whom he had met while studying at the University of Pennsylvania.
Early in his career, Williams briefly became involved in the Imagist movement through his friendships with Pound and H.D. In 1915, moving from Imagism, Williams began to associate with the New York group of artists and writers known as "The Others." Founded by the poet Alfred Kreymborg and the artist Man Ray, they included Walter Conrad Arensberg, Wallace Stevens, Mina Loy, Marianne Moore and Marcel Duchamp.
In 1922, Williams published one of his seminal books of poetry, Spring and All, which contained the classic poems "By the Road to the Contagious Hospital", "The Red Wheelbarrow" and "To Elsie".
Williams sought to invent an entirely fresh and uniquely American form of poetry whose subject matter centered on everyday circumstances of life and the lives of common people. He came up with the concept of the "variable foot" which Williams never clearly defined, although the concept vaguely referred to Williams's method of determining line breaks.
In his modernist epic collage of place entitled Paterson (published between 1946 and 1958), an account of the history, people, and essence of Paterson, New Jersey, Williams wrote his own modern epic poem, focusing on "the local" on a wider scale than he had previously attempted. He also examined the role of the poet in American society and famously summarized his poetic method in the phrase "No ideas but in things”.
In his later years, Williams had a significant influence on many of the American literary movements of the 1950s, including the Beat movement, the San Francisco Renaissance, the Black Mountain school, and the New York School. One of Williams's most dynamic relationships as a mentor was with fellow New Jersey poet Allen Ginsberg.
Williams's major collections are Spring and All (1923), The Desert Music and Other Poems (1954), Pictures from Brueghel and Other Poems (1962), and Paterson (1963, repr. 1992).
In 1950, Williams won the first National Book Award for Poetry, recognizing both the third volume of Paterson and Selected Poems. In May 1963, he was posthumously awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Pictures from Brueghel and Other Poems (1962) and the Gold Medal for Poetry of the National Institute of Arts and Letters.
Williams died on March 4, 1963, at the age of 79 at his home in Rutherford. He was buried in Hillside Cemetery in Lyndhurst, New Jersey.
If you have the time, click on the following link to see a documentary on the life of William Carlos Williams
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Quotes and Poems by William Carlos Williams
“First we have to see. Or first we have to be taught to see. We have to be taught to see here, because here is everywhere, related to everywhere else, and if we don't see, hear, taste, smell and feel in this place - not only will we never know anything but the world of sense will be by that much diminished everywhere.”
--William Carlos Williams
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beside the white
chickens.
--William Carlos Williams
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Spring and All
[By the road to the contagious hospital]
By the road to the contagious hospital
under the surge of the blue
mottled clouds driven from the
northeast-a cold wind. Beyond, the
waste of broad, muddy fields
brown with dried weeds, standing and
fallen
patches of standing water
the scattering of tall trees
All along the road the reddish
purplish, forked, upstanding, twiggy
stuff of bushes and small trees
with dead, brown leaves under them
leafless vines—
Lifeless in appearance, sluggish
dazed spring approaches—
They enter the new world naked,
cold, uncertain of all
save that they enter. All about them
the cold, familiar wind—
Now the grass, tomorrow
the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf
One by one objects are defined—
It quickens: clarity, outline of leaf
But now the stark dignity of
entrance—Still, the profound change
has come upon them: rooted, they
grip down and begin to awaken
--William Carlos Williams
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I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
--William Carlos Williams
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What have I to say to you
When we shall meet?
Yet—
I lie here thinking of you.
The stain of love
Is upon the world.
Yellow, yellow, yellow,
It eats into the leaves,
Smears with saffron
The horned branches that lean
Heavily
Against a smooth purple sky.
There is no light—
Only a honey-thick stain
That drips from leaf to leaf
And limb to limb
Spoiling the colours
Of the whole world.
I am alone.
The weight of love
Has buoyed me up
Till my head
Knocks against the sky.
See me!
My hair is dripping with nectar—
Starlings carry it
On their black wings.
See, at last
My arms and my hands
Are lying idle.
How can I tell
If I shall ever love you again
As I do now?
--William Carlos Williams
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Paterson lies in the valley under the Passaic Falls
its spent waters forming the outline of his back. He
lies on his right side, head near the thunder
of the waters filling his dreams! Eternally asleep,
his dreams walk about the city where he persists
incognito. Butterflies settle on his stone ear.
Immortal he neither moves nor rouses and is seldom
seen, though he breathes and the subtleties of his machinations
drawing their substance from the noise of the pouring river
animate a thousand automations. Who because they
neither know their sources nor the sills of their
disappointments walk outside their bodies aimlessly
for the most part,
locked and forgot in their desires-unroused.
—Say it, no ideas but in things—
nothing but the blank faces of the houses
and cylindrical trees
bent, forked by preconception and accident—
split, furrowed, creased, mottled, stained—
secret—into the body of the light!
From above, higher than the spires, higher
even than the office towers, from oozy fields
abandoned to gray beds of dead grass,
black sumac, withered weed-stalks,
mud and thickets cluttered with dead leaves-
the river comes pouring in above the city
and crashes from the edge of the gorge
in a recoil of spray and rainbow mists-
(What common language to unravel?
. . .combed into straight lines
from that rafter of a rock's
lip.)
A man like a city and a woman like a flower—
who are in love. Two women. Three women.
Innumerable women, each like a flower.
But
only one man—like a city.
--William Carlos Williams
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I must tell you
this young tree
whose round and firm trunk
between the wet
pavement and the gutter
(where water
is trickling) rises
bodily
into the air with
one undulant
thrust half its height-
and then
dividing and waning
sending out
young branches on
all sides-
hung with cocoons
it thin
still nothing is left of it
but two
eccentric knotted
twigs
bending forward
hornlike at the top
--William Carlos Williams
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Ecstatic bird songs pound
the hollow vastness of the sky
with metallic clinkings--
beating color up into it
at a far edge,--beating it, beating it
with rising, triumphant ardor,--
stirring it into warmth,
quickening in it a spreading change,--
bursting wildly against it as
dividing the horizon, a heavy sun
lifts himself--is lifted--
bit by bit above the edge
of things,--runs free at last
out into the open--! lumbering
glorified in full release upward--
songs cease.
--William Carlos Williams
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“I think these days when there is so little to believe in——when the old loyalties——God, country, and the hope of Heaven——aren't very real, we are more dependent than we should be on our friends. The only thing left to believe in——someone who seems beautiful.”
― William Carlos Williams, Selected Essays
[All poems from The Collected Poems of William Carlos Williams, Vol. 1: 1909-1939; The Collected Poems of William Carlos Williams, Vol. 2: 1939-1962, New Directions (1991)]
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