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.