In consideration of where you are, a low place embowered by trees: probably a dell. Also possible dale or vale, at least in English plenitude. Look around you, check the underbelly. Language stands between us, sometimes defensive, sometimes still. For shizzle your nizzle, that steeper slope indicates dingle in some way. Note the map in between. Trusty language in a blessing of patent. You are here means somewhere, worthy of definition and defiance. Trees and rocks, the fitful earth relaxes. A poet writes every flake of poem in perhaps words or other engines. The poet as prim vortex concedes to words and their like. Meaning mixes with utter impulses and conditions. You are drawn in, implacably, like the best calm report. And what do you know?
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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