#c.k. williams

[wesley-de-cornualles]

excerpts from the Introduction to Sophocles' Women of Trachis by translators C.K. Williams and Gregory W. Dickerson

[luthienne]

c.k. williams, from "heracles" / anne carson, from h of h playbook

[majestativa]

Alone, obviously the snail […] is the friend of the earth it kisses with its entire body, and of leaves, and of the sky towards which it proudly lifts its head, with those so sensitive eyestalks; nobility, deliberation, wisdom, arrogance, vanity, pride.

— Francis Ponge, Selected Poems, transl by Margaret Guiton, John Montague and C.K. Williams, (1994)

[fathercoded]

Misgivings: My Mother, My Father, Myself, C.K. Williams | Dark 2x06

[soracities]

C. K. Williams, “Lost Wax”

[Text ID: “What might heal you? Love. What make you whole? Love. My Love.”]

[dk-thrive]

all of [her] is brushed with light, so much glare she seems to singe the very tissue of remembrance.

C.K. Williams, from “Combat,” Poems 1963-1983 (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1988) (via The Vale of Soul-Making)

[madame-verte]

Nature and Panic by C. K. Williams | Poetry Magazine

Can beauty save us?

“Beauty won’t save the world from the depredations with which it’s already been savaged, but it can save us from the enervating despair that is the outcome of panic, that paralysis that might keep us from doing what we can to confront what’s before us. We’ll never know how our ancestors, so put upon by the enormous unknown world in which they found themselves, persevered and survived, but we do know that they bequeathed to us, and probably infused into our genes, the conviction that the dream and execution of the beautiful made the world ours in a way nothing else could. However it happens—by whatever complex, forbiddingly imprecise, dauntingly imperfect means—all over the world, if not every day then in every age, art is created and beauty manifested: beautiful paintings and poems and pieces of music and buildings are generated. (...) And isn’t it also the case that beauty is the one true thing we can count on in a world of insufferable uncertainty, of obdurate, relentless moral conflicts?”

[perspektivno]

“... zato jer bojiš prestati, i voljeti, i biti voljena,”

- C.K. Williams, from The Collected Poems; “The Cave,”