Go, as in I have no idea (Stein Poem)
I have no idea. I mean, go.
This is a solid sentimental message.
Everything being alike, then despairing.
I made almost a religion a ceiling.
Mostly no delusions.
The inside and outside of satisfaction.
I have no sense of the difference.
A cover, a shadow.
It is very difficult to know such things.
There is no life left in expression.
I have no more sense than to begin.
The mother always said to him to do things.
That comes with feeling heart.
A suction, a running.
He is a single mind that has been working.
I have no sense of a feeling heart.
The mother always spoiled him very sweetly.
A young buck, wandering.
He knew nothing of anything different.
Only a little more toward her.
She does not know.
I do not understand him.
It is very difficult to understand.
There is no solid feeling of being there.
Some have a solid feeling of everything.
I have no more sense than to wander.
The mother always said to him to wander.
So then with everything.
He saw something and felt a serenity.
A feeling, a result.
There is no succession of feeling.
No succession of pleasure or desire.
Composed in collaboration with Gnoetry 0.2 and the following source texts:
Gertrude Stein, Three Lives
Gertrude Stein, Narration Four Lectures
Gertrude Stein, Tender Buttons
Gertrude Stein (Selections), GERTBOT Base Nature Texts