Why is this fucker so well received in the literary field? When poetry involved actual skill, concentration and experience, when people like Milton spent hours writing masterpieces, this motherfucker, William Carlos Williams writes a poem about a fucking wheelbarrow and another of an ice box, and it gets years of literary criticism on how it is able to be categorized as "literature."
Tell me, does so much depend upon a fucking wheelbarrow?
>does so much depend upon a fucking wheelbarrow?
Yes. It's pretty obvious how many livelihoods are dependent on tools of their trade, and the poem is well regarded given that it's a simple expression of a staggering space of manhours spent working and surviving.
Meanwhile, Milton buried a few gems in ten thousand lines of fluff, filtered by a younger poet.
You should really read a bit more before you expend the energy getting upset and showing your immaturity.