We were told by Ezra Pound that we were told by Ezra Pound. A net appears and fish swim to capture. That much of love inspires and instills a constancy to process. The fish will go away as simple lifesparks but the observer becomes practical in need and almost (slowly) in interest. Poetry survives the crisis of being poetry when crisis becomes sanitary and gobsmacked with unbecoming and strickened advance towards goals of favour, clangour, or simple mulch. How tall was Pound at midday or later then? A cess and a say, boiled together with Martian spoke weird staring at you the consequence. Anyway. Why would poetry be important? Moreso: why would important be poetry? He leaves the wet leaves behind while readers bend in every way.
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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