The Carpathian Mountains sound like a nice dredge of active distillation as we view our locale in retired awe. I was telling Mama of the fluorescent lighting that beguiles spelunkers in their fading dreams. I think Mopsie’s aging steward told her that. It seemed so apposite at the edge of all this. I forget which Elephant God was mentioned as we gazed at the isolate temple, we knew we were seeing a smack in the timeless pattern. Papa and Auntie resorted to glossing every remark with chortles in the family’s style. It felt so cozy and established.By the way, Lewis Carroll invented the chortle. I think it was Reginald who pulled out his diary, just to remember this moment and the warm, cawing jungle life before us. Our guide pointed out how diaphanous the trees seemed. She declaimed a poem suddenly, something bold and green and outstanding. It made the fantasy real, or as real as real ever gets. Later we sipped tea in the grandeur of iconic trees while native children scurried about the banyans singing irresponsible glee. Candescent dreams will be our delight as this day’s ramble draws to a close. The weak will always point to the soles of their shoes.
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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