Let us arrive at a sense of place. Harvard is not a place. Poetry is a gamboling goat or metaphor. The professorial pride of knowing poetry presents a state of acquiescence, socially involved. That is, knowing poetry is a people/social equation. Words create impact and impact creates poems. Poems are far things, of course, but we get near by saying we are near. Statues seem to stay still. Natheless, some kind of evident indication allows for social contract. This may form a less surprise feature, in the words, but as the machine encloses content, content becomes poetry. Do not request froward distinctions. The exact academy has worked out the details.Teacher emphatically the teacher. And since words empty at risk, the flowery garden remains open to requests. Here is the latest poem.
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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