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Stein and Pound - an odd couple entwined by their hermeneutics.
How different they are:
- the one hastening through centuries, from Kangxi Huangdi to Krupp in a
glimpse
- the other ranks a whole novel on a somebody buttoning and unbuttoning a
something or -body.
Though they share the same bookshelf and even have the same slightly brown
tapestry kept for years, their furniture style differs a lot: he's still
too expansive for her tiny seatings.
What's a radio speech against picking wild flowers?
"Goll and me often went to Cocteaus cabaret 'Boeuf sur le Toit
"or had our appearances in literary salons, which were booming those days.
"One of the most visited was the one of Gertrude Stein, a monstrous broad
"with a man's haircut and the stature of a removal man.
"The house was brimming over with Picassos, but Gertrude's most precious piece
"was a quadrupled - a ghostly poodle, who seemed to be in a state of
permanent ekstasis.
"He had exceeded twenty years, but Gertrude Stein kept him alive with
rejuvenatory injections.
"If id would have been possible, she would have had him undergo an heart-
and kidneytransplantation.
"Her friend Alice Toklas spent half of her time on watching every step of
the poodle that rubbed himself on all walls and visitors.
(Claire Goll, Autobiography)
Greetings to Stein-L
Martin
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