Showing posts with label gertrude stein. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gertrude stein. Show all posts
12.28.2021
first where
Avant-gardists arguing over who got there first, never questioning if there was any there there (or was it like Stein’s Oakland).
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avant-gardist,
first,
gertrude stein,
there
10.19.2020
word order
In Gertrude Stein’s writing the words are rather plain and generic while the rhetoric is particular when it’s not peculiar.
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gertrude stein,
particular,
peculiar,
plain,
rhetoric,
words
9.18.2019
condition of poetry
Interestingly, three of the major writerly features of the pieces in Tender Buttons are alliteration, rhyme, and repetition, mainstays of poetry. Are these the fixed points around which the apparent chaos of those separate words attempt to dance? Indeed, much of Stein’s difficult work inclines toward the condition of poetry…
[…]
Finally it was impossible: the meaning, the associated emotion, could not be destroyed. It could be baffled but no annihilated. Unlike the paint [re Cezanne] that became apples and mountains, or within both simply shapes on the flat inflexible surface of a canvas, words cling to their meanings. And the mind of the listener also clings to meaning. She told [interviewer Robert Bartlett] Haas:
I took individual words and thought about them
until I got their shape and volume complete and
put them next to another word and at the same
time I found out very soon that there is no such
thing as putting them together without sense. I
made innumerable efforts to make words write
without sense and found it impossible. Any human
being putting down words had to make sense
out of them.
—Lawrence Raab, “Remarks as Literature: The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas by Gertrude Stein,” Why Don’t We Say What We Mean? (Tupelo Press, 2018)
[…]
Finally it was impossible: the meaning, the associated emotion, could not be destroyed. It could be baffled but no annihilated. Unlike the paint [re Cezanne] that became apples and mountains, or within both simply shapes on the flat inflexible surface of a canvas, words cling to their meanings. And the mind of the listener also clings to meaning. She told [interviewer Robert Bartlett] Haas:
I took individual words and thought about them
until I got their shape and volume complete and
put them next to another word and at the same
time I found out very soon that there is no such
thing as putting them together without sense. I
made innumerable efforts to make words write
without sense and found it impossible. Any human
being putting down words had to make sense
out of them.
—Lawrence Raab, “Remarks as Literature: The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas by Gertrude Stein,” Why Don’t We Say What We Mean? (Tupelo Press, 2018)
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alliteration,
chaos,
condition,
dance,
gertrude stein,
lawrence raab,
meaning,
paint,
paul cézanne,
repetition,
rhyme,
sense,
walter pater,
words
6.26.2019
awaken the words
Miss Stein is bringing back life to our language by what appears, at first, to be an anarchic process. First she breaks down the predestined groups of words, their sleepy family habits; then she rebrightens them, examines their texture, and builds them into new and vital shapes.
—Edith Sitwell, Poetry and Criticism (Hogarth Essays No.11, Hogarth Press, 1925)
—Edith Sitwell, Poetry and Criticism (Hogarth Essays No.11, Hogarth Press, 1925)
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abstraction,
edith sitwell,
gertrude stein,
habits,
life,
shapes,
sleepy,
texture
8.01.2016
reading the signs
I am awfully pleased with it, awfully awfully pleased with it. I don’t believe you do me more than justice but you do me a whole lot of justice…all literature is to me me, that isn’t as bad as it sounds. Some one complained that I always stopped while I was driving to read the sign posts even when I knew the road and all I could explain was that I am fond of reading…
—Gertrude Stein, letter to Edmund Wilson in response to his piece on her in Vanity Fair, Oct. 3, 1923. Quoted by Daniel Aaron in Commonplace Book, 1934-2012 (Pressed Wafer, 2015).
—Gertrude Stein, letter to Edmund Wilson in response to his piece on her in Vanity Fair, Oct. 3, 1923. Quoted by Daniel Aaron in Commonplace Book, 1934-2012 (Pressed Wafer, 2015).
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critic,
driving,
edmund wilson,
gertrude stein,
justice,
literature,
praise,
reading,
self-described,
sign post
5.04.2013
roses that are looked at
"the roses / Had the look of flowers that are looked at." So goes a line from the "Burnt Norton" section of T.S. Eliot's Four Quartets. For twenty years that line was in my mind as, "the roses had the look of roses that are looked at." Perhaps some Steinian involution had inflected my memory. I think I like my version better.
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flowers,
gertrude stein,
memory,
misquoting,
roses,
t.s. eliot
5.07.2011
steinian query or proposition
Poetry or prose or prose or poetry or poetry or prose.
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gertrude stein,
poetry v. prose
2.16.2007
'surrhetorical' poetry
The poetry of Gertrude Stein could be called ‘surrhetorical’.
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gertrude stein,
neologism,
surrhetorical
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