Simple Theories

  Dragon, it's I'm so excited! It's tradition to eat game time! (COLORFUL ADJECTIVE) (FOOD) and drink at We usually get with (PAST TENSE VERB) it is epic We're def showing up at spot, to fire up that (SUPER HERO) (PERSON POSSESSIVE) tailgating (ADJECTIVE TO DESCRIBE BACON) so it's not boring AF  we seem To be restless

  a rose in the certainty of light Marcel Proust’s mustache

  Socrates the imminent headache, stands with starchy reserve watching the Charles River pass thru countryside, townships, and cities, to reach the Atlantic Ocean. Tribes have gathered, full rendezvous, and all questions become more questions. Trees remain the onus of trees, rocks of rocks. Socrates perforce with pictures of words in mind’s eye sighs to express. He coulld never misspell a word, but never tried. The countryside only passes on as Socrates entirely stands. Another class of citizens will bring the required supplies.

  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...

  Painted as plain root, the shift in document pressure deserves note. Modern  haricot vert  in rubric, bovine romance, rich prognosis for the palisades, all the pressures of progress in your chosen day. Such a shift would warmly sort any Paris at any turn of century. All those blues and greys accounted for, to fill the eye. And it could but wouldn’t explain, while clearly tokens part words part almost bright. The new century would because old as that, like prose but not so established. Grunt would talk for the masses with mealy sheaves of wheat. A history exists in age, with punctuation, and propels the future back to the farm. Meanwhile, colour establishes trivial politics remaining. You could think of patterns but then just blow holes thru. Try it, then, or now. A population remains with esquires and known deeds. Trammels people a skill, replete with outrageous verbs and melody. Alexander at Tyre showed pluck indeed: we  can  learn to get along. Prose proves ...

  8/17/25 a rose in the certainty of light arose. pastiche of Marcel Proust’s mustache. Emily kept a list of words, untrained. those words produced gaps and kind exceptions. words choose like that and do. a word concludes in pattern future rupture. everyone becomes sure and homeless. river and a passing tree. in the end, Crane’s pile was small but effective.

  We told Bernadette Mayer to be angular and lo the benighted scansion over and above lippy falls. We let Emily Dickinson costar with flippant mice while obviously conjectural patterns shuddered. We told Gertrude Stein to just finish brimming, which she shared in slow slagging with a cuntful of primitive sorting. Nature evolved Grassroots, tossing strategic and wholesale rhizome clatter to all the winds. Some examples become broadbased reliquaries fining the obvious wine from non standard vineyards. Ropes were used and taut expressions dragging. Bronze became a Viral example used as A literary hemoglobin fit for rhyme thru the ages. Poetry will never last At this rate. Not saying that we need to say what we didn’t need To not say.