Much was new in Paris universities in 1969. Signs filtered thru intention, extreme weight loss in strictures, potent conversion rights, grey stone building brightly available, the undue but over rich noise. So ramparts filled proverbially, lexical lines drawn to engaged students and enraged hermetics. So prompting was 1969 light, moon available, liberal stanzas. Beat fills sails, church bells thud ludic moon. So dainty of history, so prologue. Paris happened in 1969, with ingrown specifics and vegetive language. A headache never changed. Had no electricity, only candles and the brakeman’s duffel bag. Sack cloth, and little else blurring celebration.
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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