Reading William Carlos
Williams
and I find
myself
thinking about Gabriel
Gudding
and how his
blogging
has really become
boring--
it used to
entrall--
but he posted
about
how William Carlos
Williams'
friend, the Baroness
Else
fell in love
madly
offering syphillis for
freedom.
(Title and picture, a painting. Charles Demuth. A footnote in the book thinks it's a portrait of Williams. Strictly speaking, untrue. To the autobiographical critic, very accurate--a portrait of a poem collapses into portrait of the poet.)
