“But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.”

E. Hemingway.
"París era una fiesta"

Sunday, 22 April 2012


Poetry is concerned with using and abusing, with losing with wanting, with denying with avoiding with adoring with replacing the noun. It is doing that always doing that, doing that and doing nothing but that. Poetry is doing nothing but losing refusing and pleasing and betraying and caressing nouns. That is what poetry does, that is what poetry has to do no matter what kind of poetry it is. And there are a great many kinds of poetry.
When I said.
A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.
And then later made that into a ring I made poetry and what did I do I caressed completely caressed and addressed a noun.

Gertrude Stein, Lectures in America, “Poetry and Grammar”


  1. Stein is a stein is a stein is a stein, aunque nuestro amado Hemingway la ridiculizara con lo de "a stone is a stein is a rock is a boulder is a pebble" o "a rose is a rose is an onion". Cosas de genios. Abrazos vanguardistas, María

  2. Venenazos entre genios no duelen. Abrazos vespertinos, linda.


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