A letter in the
water near the tree in the way that words go orange on a scale of one
to ten. No one in the ocean but a blue cast of owning all. People are
parking lots, and the lines in their poems look like strip malls. An
advisory from the coast goes to the yellow extent, but green is an
awful lot. These aren't poems as people mean. These are simply
reports of varying degrees, all of which look like rains. Rain is so
purple on plump cold days, more red by simmering ones. We have a lot
to share in a message sort of way.
Walking is not walking if Gertrude chooses not to walk. The premise: Gertrude Stein is not walking. She may be on a boat, not walking, crossing the wide ocean sea. Leaving inevitable France but not walking. Dramatic but not walking. Sentenced but not walking. There were days of walking but not this day. Reading or just looking but not walking.There were sentences full of walking but not walking. Talking maybe but not walking in or out. A time lived and walking was done then if not now. It was a doing and it was a done. Not forgetting Alice who may have had walking done or even doing. The annals say Leo Stein walked along, up to and including the degree of not walking, along. Those flower names walked along, Matisse, Picasso, Laurencin, in varieties. An adding war or two closed or opened anything jump. Apollinaire in the historical. Languages of shapes and sizes bounding for just the time and a little beyond. And that was the how sentence. In that time but also forward until readi...
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