(1874-1946)
I found the link for this thingy at my friend Dianne's blog Forks Off the Moment. Just for fun, I thought I'd include a snippet of the oetry of Gertrude Stein. Incidentally, she is one of my favorite literary "celebrities" who happens to be one of my least favorite poets. Perhaps I have not given her fiction a real chance but there is very little compelling me to do so. Still, what a time she had in Europe with Alice B. Tokeless and all those intellectual and artistic types like Picasso and Hemingway!
This is a Stein poem in its entirety:
A kind in glass and a cousin, a spectacle and nothing strange a single hurt color and an arrangement in a system to pointing. All this and not ordinary, not unordered in not resembling. The difference is spreading.
~Gertrude Stein
I write like Douglas Adams. I can certainly live with that comparison!
ReplyDeleteI posted some Blake it said he wrote like James Joyce. Then I posted some Joyce and that was like Charles Dickens!
ReplyDeleteCall me a hick, but I don't think I'd ever have read that "poem" all the way through if I wasn't trying to understand your take on it. Which is to say that I found it lacking at every turn.
ReplyDeleteBut hey, that's just me...
Brilliant! Just brilliant!!
ReplyDeleteI write like Harry Harrison. Interesting, since I've never read any of his stuff.
ReplyDeleteLooks like Jams is the only one whose tried this and had luck with it!
ReplyDeleteSB - it's such inane bunk, isn't it?? ;-)
CR - "lacking at every turn" is being kind. So it has some truth to it if the "analysis" is that I can write like that. Actually, I do believe I could write a better poem.
I love to hate Gertrude. RIP in peace Ms. Stein. I mean no harm. Anyone who has their portrait painted by Picasso has to have some redeeming social value, right?