I was in NYC for BookExpo, the big annual bookselling conference. Walking to a dinner that was going to be paid for by the publishers, and understand that if you are a bookseller at BEA pretty much all your food and drink will be paid by publishers, I ran across this lovely sculpture of Miss Gertrude Stein, looking both solid and also cloud-like, in a Buddha kind of way. It was such a pleasure to see her. Among all the flash, and promotions, and publicity machines grinding their tired gears, it's good to be reminded that part of of the industry is rooted in a love of words, and how they an be coaxed to play and be new. The dinner, by the way, was lovely, and I like writer Lauren Myracle even more than I did before.
A SOUND
Elephant beaten with candy and little pops and chews all bolts and reckless reckless rats, this is this.
DINING
Dining is west.
CELERY
Celery tastes taste where in curled lashes and little bits and mostly in remains.
(Three of my favorite sections of Tender Buttons, first published in 1914.)
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