[Kenneth Patchen] has a real, but disorganized, self-indulgent, but rather commonplace talent.
This is not Mr. Patchen's opinion of himself. (Nor is it that of William Carlos Williams, who almost invents a new language, a kind of system of emotional nonsense syllables, in his effort to praise Mr. Patchen properly. For instance, Mr. Patchen is a hawk on the grave of John Donne. I should have called him a parrot on the stones of half a cemetery.)

Poetry in a Dry Season, p. 35 - Kipling, Auden & Co: Essays and Reviews 1935-1964 (1980)