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When there's no there there

The headline on this post is supposed to refer to Gertrude Stein’s famous line about Oakland – “There’s no there there.” The Huffington Post has an essay that tries to show, rather absurdly, that Stein did not mean to denigrate her native town but rather to express a “painful nostalgia.” She returned 45 years after leaving and was unable to find the house she grew up in, surrounded by orchards and farms. 1,015 more words

Architecture

Playing Around: me and Gertrude Stein

Playing Around: me and Gertrude Stein

I am taking an online poetry class, and one of the poets we’re studying is Gertrude Stein, an American novelist, poet, and playwright:  576 more words

Creative Writing

becoming gertrude stein

Gertrude Stein was a lot of things. She was a storyteller and an arts writer, and often both at the same time. She was also a critic, at the very least, in her patronage and consumption of art—the way we’re all critics in the way we allow ourselves to be affected by some things in varying degrees and then begin the task of putting it in order, fitting it in somewhere, consciously or unconsciously, in terms of our own existence. 476 more words

Art

figure 8

The circumference of the earth is just over 24,000 miles. If you walk 66 miles every day for 365 days, you will have walked 24,090 miles—just over the length of the equator. 559 more words

Art

Quote of the Day

It is awfully important to know what is and what is not your business.

—Gertrude Stein

Manners

Statistical Correlations in avant-garde prose writing

The question that this blog post sets itself is: What differences and similarities can be detected in modernist and contemporary authors on the basis of three stylistic variables; hapax, unique and ambiguity, and how are these stylistic variables related to one another? 1,625 more words

Gertrude Stein Teaches Alice Toklas to Type

If you wish to be a good typist you must type this. First there was a fox and oh how quick her step and how pricking sharp her teeth when she bit which each day she did to live. 884 more words

Vince Passaro