Lightning as a period, vacuum as a quotient. Let’s return to the beginning. That flash of recognition: fear, surprise, illumination, shock, spontaneity, sudden mountain. Noise arrives in a moment, when words begin. Darkness beyond brightness into the maw of darkness, again. Only one moment can be here, brief in the eternity you imagine. Posit freighted vacuum. That lightning without even mentioning fear. With whom do you share that beam. Every all attainable, and shattered hulls for us indeed.
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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