The tribal long
grasses of firm autumn pre-describe an initial point. Valid in most
states, formless in function, they prepare the user for the diversity
of offense. Winter bears no questions, violet iceberg. Today starts
the endless aptitude test with variant rugs on the cursive floor.
This is becoming language, tho we regard ourselves as sane. Accept
the natural loss of poised sentences, words can’t employ meaning in
this need. Words have only dental notes of identity, cooperating
justly with the affluently dead ideas on which they were based. We
can elect all we want. A tribe still needs a blank page whereby
actual constructs of logical impetus tell lizard the time of day.
This time of day is lame.
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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