(no subject)

[commotiocordis]

Gertrude Stein = Doctor Seuss. Proof:


from "Before the Flowers of Friendship Faded Faded"

I love my love with a v
Because it is like that
I love my love with a b
Because I am beside that
A king.
I love my love with an a
Because she is a queen
I love my love and a a is the best of them
Think well and be a king,
Think more and think again
I love my love with a dress and a hat
I love my love and not with this or with that
I love my love with a y because she is my bride
I love her with a d because she is my love beside
(And I would eat her in a boat
And I would eat her with a goat
And I will eat her in the rain
And in the dark. And on a train
And in a car. And in a tree
She is so good, so good, you see!)
I love my love
Thank you for being there
Nobody has to care
Thank you for being here
Because you are not there.

And with and without me which is and without she she can be late and then and how and all around we think and found that it is time to cry she and I.


INNIT?! This is what I mean by how everybody has a different definition of good poetry. I mean, this lady's famous for crying out loud. My dad's poem of epic schmoop that he wrote to my mom (touching in thought, though technique's lacking; mostly it's just so loveydovey that it's overwhelming) is better than this because at least it isn't Green Eggs and Ham.