Monday, July 7, 2014

Ode to Gertrude Stein

Insanely sane so sane she
Envisioned truth where there was none
Till eventually everyone became insane
And saw truth as she saw it
   Mixed up
In the dung heap of lies
She found sense in Picasso
His abstracts and cubes
Became her language with
Words configured just as abstract
Her own form of Cubism
Her quest for sane love
Found in Alice B, Matisse, Picasso
Yet remaining insane because

It made so much more sense.

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