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Working with the poetry of Gertrude Stein. \u00a0Tough stuff. \u00a0She does break. \u00a0Through the usual patterns. \u00a0And forces a new way viewing seeing connecting word thing thing to word or not. \u00a0Word to word. \u00a0Forcing nouns to squiggle out of their links, forcing them to talk to each other like, well, like California girls talking to each other, like.<\/p>\n
[Karel van Mander III man drinking beer from a tankard \u00a0 1630-1670 (work pd.)]<\/p>\n
Close to impenetrable, at least for the lone reader. \u00a0In collective reading with a guide like Al Fireis her work can jump, come alive though whether it makes sense. \u00a0Not supposed to make sense, I guess. \u00a0To make word. Yes. Words to words. \u00a0A world of words, a languaged world still or as always unreachable by sense so that world is nonsense. \u00a0Only words adhere to words within which we find ourselves worded and sentenced to life without sense. \u00a0Amen.<\/p>\n
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