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[I have my suspicions in the shadows.] (Stein Poem)

December 31, 2011

I have my suspicions in the shadows.
It is blending. It is the beginning.
Darkness, very dark darkness, is ordinary.
Nearly all the time it is this way.
It can’t be summoned. It seems to be that way.
You can create something from nothing, but why?
Nothing is truly great if you manage it.
Not like the sublime, the little sales of sentiment.
They don’t see it. They don’t see subtlety.
If they see it, it stings; guess they must be stupid.
There is no limit to what happens.
Art is beautiful but first it is suspicious.
Break everything down to a line, it is there.
The intention moves it, that is real feeling.
Everything is a costly mistake.
Every one always is allowable.
This will need more explaining and understanding.

Gertrude Stein (Selections), GERTBOT Base Nature Texts
Lao Tzu (tr. Ron Hogan), Tao Te Ching
Longinus, On the Sublime

One Comment leave one →
  1. January 3, 2012 4:00 am

    The first 7 lines are tight. The whole thing almost seems like a statement and counter-statement.

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