If I hear her, does she hear herself. If she hears do I hear, does he hear, does he not. What if he says does she hear do I hear. What if I say do I hear what she hears and does he hear what she hears. What is time to her does she hear the tick and the tick hears her who hears me. What is going on?
What’s going on? Was my number one question besides, what is she saying? As well as “She sounds like my grandmother.” It was so interesting listening and reading what she was saying. Although I did not understand a single word she said It was really interesting, hearing her and just rambling on these random words. My favorite reading from Gertrude stein was Stanzas in Meditation: Stanza LXXXIII, when I first started reading I realized I did not understand a single word she had said. One of the things I found the most interesting was the way I would read the poem in my head. When I was reading this poem I felt like I was literally rapping in my head. I heard a beat, while reading this poetry. Eminem’s beat in “Im not Afraid” kept popping out and ringing inside my head. I also found that the most interesting thing was actually the fact that her words did not rhyme but for some reason you would hear many of them rhyme.
Inclose
Chose.
Open
Open
Close.
Therefor.
Chose.
Close.
This.
Mine.
Come.
Coming.
Come.
Done.
Although some of them did rhyme there were others that would kind of rhyme because the words within the line would make them rhyme. One thing that stuck out for me was “therefor.” I loved the way it was spelled because it just further emphasized the “ghettoness” of her poem. I f she was with us today especially in the Bronx, I could see her rhymes fitting in very well. When I first started reading some of her selections, I honestly could not imagine or hear her inside my voice. The name Gertrude Stein to me sounds like the name of a daffodil that loves literature. LOL. When I discovered more about who she was, I saw a male, and for some reason the picture in my head became more clear, and unfortunately it’s due to stereotypes, and not expecting women to really rap. It’s sad that although I feel sympathy towards that issue, I can’t completely get over some things society has built for our gender role. I thought it was really funny how everybody in class was getting annoyed by Stein’s writing; it was just too funny seeing the frustration in everybody else’s faces. I didn’t find her annoying at all. I honestly felt really deep into it because I really wanted to know what she was saying and I still do. What is it that inspires her to write these shenanigans, but what many have considered genius.