The stars were then great, there, as perspective. The sky, great, hung there in scudding relief. Ocean news and great. Land close and far, great. The things, so many looking strong and important, were great, cardinal. The sensible voices spoke, rang, plodded, seemed intently literal, great. Each event fell into time. Looking hard, in need, still and great. Feeling inspired to be inspired, in need. The imminence of sound, which always becomes speech, looked needy and great. To whom speech, and from whom, or what. Alignment in circling serious, now then there where. Dance could strike up, like noise. Noise frames instance. Promulgation stirs. The stars are great, serving. The sky is great, the grass is great, the water moaning is great. Bring sacred taste along the lines. Bring that step dance while you’re at it. Great as great is great, each word greatly greater. In the end, you may begin, great compact lit.
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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