Gertrude Stein's America

[stilltrucking]

A Meditation Calling into Question the Regions of American Literature

http://www.bsu.edu/web/esf/2.1/Weinstein.htm

[SadLuckDame]

Thank you for this.

and finally I think of that great French surrealist poet Andre Breton, who loved America, bringing to mind that lovely phrase of the critic Guy Davenport’s, “the geography of the imagination,” when Breton was asked where his true home was, France or America, he said all poets, in all ages, have had only one true home, elsewhere, and this is where the discussion of regionalism in American or any other literature could begin, a map of elsewhere, unfold this, and trace a route.
http://www.bsu.edu/web/esf/2.1/Weinstein.htm

You must be inside my head.

I'd not want to write about where I am, except for where I was.
I know, I know and I was gonna go to bed, only I couldn't help myself.

Sleep well you.

[stilltrucking]

I lost my sense of place. It is all holy ground to me.

I get so dam horny when I am stoned
Why my mind should turn to sex at this subject
But Gertrude Stein is so hot
I suppose that is why.

"America, you are my woman"
I wish they could all be Jewish girls
From Argentina

[diesel dyke]

billy joe shaver west texas troubadour
America You Are My Woman

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By your way,i've often traveled
      A                      D
	Magic mother of the pearl
                                  G
	Watched your mysteries unravel
      A                          D    
	While each foamy wave uncurled
                                       G
	Neath' my soles the sands of freedom
      A                           D
	Fertile valleys,moutains high
                                  G  
	Blistered by the blazing sunshine
      A                            D 
	Mellowed by the moonlight night

	
Chorus:
      D                        G  
	Mighty measure of the Maker
      A                       D
	With your open arms unfurled
                            G 
	America,you are my woman
      A                     D  
	America,you are my world


Verse 2:
      D                               G  
	Many worlds and dreams i've traveled
      A                             D
	Sliding softly through the night
                                       G
	Scanned through silicones and cycles
      A                            D
	Mirrored low your emerald life
                                 G
	When my days on earth return to
      A                            D
	Dust from whence my body weighs
                                   G
	Will my soul could always carry
      A                                     D
	Where the Saint's first flight was made


Chorus.

[SadLuckDame]

You want to make it up with Gertrude stein, to get her thighs squeezing on you, maybe a lot of people want to have sex with her, it might be true.

[diesel dyke]

I was a very clean child, Gertrude Stein used to give me baths in her kitchen sink. And she played this little piggy went to market with my toes. For many years afterward I thought I had eleven toes. "Is there anything a man don't stand to loose when he lets a woman hold him in her hands?"

[SadLuckDame]

This is one of those places in communication when I want to say something so big, and effective, a good soothing thing to comfort with, but I fall flat and I don't know what would be a comforting thing to communicate. Especially when the last thing you're gonna want, and be receptive to, is a women's comfort anyway.

[jackofnightmares]

She meant me no harm
You know how those childhood memories are dame
This was sixty five years ago. I seem to remember enjoying those baths a lot. They are some of my happiest memories.

Yeah who the hell would want a woman's comfort

Who do I sound like "Bear Claw"?

I loved this movie.

Full time night woman? I never could find no tracks on a woman's heart. I packed me a squaw for ten year, Pilgrim. Cheyenne, she were, and the meanest bitch that ever balled for beads. I lodge-poled her at Deadwood Creek, and traded her for a Hawken gun. But don't get me wrong; I loves the womens, I surely do. But I swear, a woman's breast is the hardest rock that the Almighty ever made on this earth, and I can find no sign on it.


Quotes for
Bear Claw (Character)
from Jeremiah Johnson (1972)
http://www.imdb.com/character/ch0115966/quotes

[SadLuckDame]

Ha! Caught me, a woman's comfort.
Well, a lot of men have been absolute destroyers to me, but in the end, I've destroyed them, at the very least, within my mind. I hate men, I do, but I don't hate you, Jack, anyway, not yet.

[stilltrucking]

I don't guess you want no comfort from a man

I heard that the trouble with kittens is they grow up to be cats.

I suppose that could be true for boys too.

Don't let the bastards get you down.

Don't worry

Love and hate on the internet seems pretty innocuous to me, but some peaple thrive on strife.

I have never read Fear and Loathing or saw the movie but I did read his book on Hell's Angels.

I admired his style.

[SadLuckDame]

It's not that I don't have the natural desire to be comforted, cause I do, but I've never found comfort in a man's arms.

Hey, it's a tough situation to overcome. If I know the history of, and I can see how much better I am without their heavy body pressing me, or their weakness, or power, or whining or heavy hand on my throat or waking up bloody seeing their intense zone, or, and, and I know that my balance is at it's best when I'm just going it alone. I mean men bring trouble, that's what I knows about, is all.

Writing with you hasn't given me any troubles, and it is comforting, not physical, but still it comforts enough or if not you, then the magicians or the catfish, truly meeting at the pond, then my lonely thoughts come out more beautiful than sad.

It works for me like this, is all I'm admitting to.

[MrGuilty]

"Mail order bride"
Sure, I am saving up for the postage

It has been fun dame
I got nothing to admit to dame
I am transparent
Mr Cellophane
I been following the mystical cursor across this text box.

I like to write when I am stoned
You stop when it ain't fun for you no more

I am not having too much fun yet I hope

been a week of Sundays for me
next week could be a week of Mondays
Or judgment days

[SadLuckDame]

I'm only getting started with you,
ha! I plan to keep this up till you go running
only daylight once a day.

Actually, I'm using you, Jack
to heal me up. Hope you don't mind it much.
I'll be a doll whenever I can for ya
until that bride in the mail traps you up.

[stilltrucking]

That was a hell of a story thanks for the link. I just finished it.

The Judgement Day Story

found this bit at the end of it

I want to see thirst
In the syllables.
Touch fire
In the sound.
Feel through the dark
For the scream.

~Pablo Neruda

That is the beauty of tea at Doreen's studio eight salon. We all use each other. Symbiotic relationships.

thanks for being a pen pal

[SadLuckDame]

I didn't read the link yet. I have the window opened on it.
That's what I seem to do, click em, open the window and go about my day finding the little nick knacks, and I like to tell you what I saw, after I see it.

I think my speed is behind yours. It might create you some troubles. Take me slowly, I'm a stopper toucher lover and it don't go like a wave, more like a ripple. Look closely, I'm there in your foot print, snapping a photographic image in my mind to savor later, but savor in the moment, too.

First thoughts.
I'm reading them, you might see a trickle down effect or sumpin'.
Watching a you tube, reading you and that sort of Sunday feeling. Wish it could last. You might not be like this tomorrow or tonight. I never can tell.

Thank you for today.
I'm pretty happy at this moment, anyway.

Regardless of what trips you up, cause I can't do nothing about it,
you are fantastic to spend time with, just so you know, in case you didn't already.