The Lovely Gertrude Stein

My most favorite moments of Tender Buttons:

from A PLATE

A sad size a size that is not sad is blue as every bit of blue is precocious. A kind of green a game in green and nothing flat nothing quite flat and more round, nothing a particular color strangely, nothing breaking the losing of no little piece.

from A LONG DRESS

What is the current that makes machinery, that makes it crackle, what is the current that presents a long line and a necessary waist. What is this current.

What is the wind, what is it.

from A CHAIR

Actually not aching, actually not aching, a stubborn bloom is so artificial and even more than that, it is a spectacle, it is a binding accident, it is animosity and accentuation.

from A NEW SAUCER AND CUP

Enthusiastically hurting a clouded yellow bud and saucer, enthusiastically so is the bite in the ribbon.

from A SOUND

Elephant beaten with candy and little pops and chews all bolts and reckless reckless rats, this is this.

from ROASTBEEF

Cloudiness what is cloudiness, is it a lining, is it a roll, is it melting.

from MUTTON

Student, students are merciful and recognised they chew something

from BREAKFAST

A hurt mended stick, a hurt mended cup, a hurt mended article of exceptional relaxation and annoyance, a hurt mended, hurt and mended is so necessary that no mistake is intended.

from DINNER

Only a moon to soup her, only that in the sell never never be the cocups nice be, shatter it they lay.

From ROOMS

Startling a starving husband is not disagreeable. The reason that nothing is hidden is that there is no suggestion of silence. No song is sad. A lesson is of consequence.

Giving it away, not giving it away, is there any difference. Giving it away. Not giving it away.

Star-light, what is star-light, star-light is a little light that is not always mentioned with the sun, it is mentioned with the moon and the sun, it is mixed up with the rest of the time.

Sugar any sugar, anger every anger, lover sermon lover, centre no distractor, all order is in a measure.

A pecking which is petting and no worse than in the same morning is not the only way to be continuous often.
A light in the moon the only light is on Sunday. What was the sensible decision. The sensible decision was that notwithstanding many declarations and more music, not even notwithstanding the choice and a torch and a collection, notwithstanding the celebrating hat and a vacation and even more noise than cutting, notwithstanding Europe and Asia and being overbearing, not even notwithstanding an elephant and a strict occasion, not even withstanding more cultivation and some seasoning, not even with drowning and with the ocean being encircling, not even with more likeness and any cloud, not even with terrific sacrifice of pedestrianism and a special resolution, not even more likely to be pleasing. The care with which the rain is wrong and the green is wrong and the white is wrong, the care with which there is a chair and plenty of breathing. The care with which there is incredible justice and likeness, all this makes a magnificent asparagus, and also a fountain.

DIAGRAM

I am thrilled that DIAGRAM has accepted two of my poems! It is certainly one of my top five favorite online literary magazines. There is some brilliant, brilliant work to be found there. Make sure you check it out.

http://thediagram.com/

In other news I've taken up origami. So far I've mastered the crane. I've made about 50 so far. What I am doing with them is to be determined.

Sneak peek:

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The Year of the Lost Man

Is it just me or did 2009 seem like the year of men, interminably lost and confused? I mean, look at the movies: The Wrestler, Gran Torino, Up in the Air, Crazyheart, A Single Man - cowboys, washed up vets, gay men, business men, Mickey Rourke? It seems so many movies are focusing on the struggle of the male in everyday life with prejudice, alcoholism, women and sex, self-acceptance, peer-acceptance . Is it a statement of the times? That this world we have today is a hard world for men to live in? It is easy to believe. And I am nothing near a feminist. But what about the woman? This concerns me because of the most recent criticism of my writing. I was told that I write like a man, that the speakers of my poems are most often genderless. That I am uncelebratory of the woman, of being a woman. Because I don't write the expected "woman" or "mother" poems? I see my struggles and concerns in life and in writing as human struggle and concerns, not merely related to women or gender stereotypes, but to all beings. And, however important or unimportant audience is, hopefully my audience will always contain both men and woman. So I will continue to write poems that speak to both genders. And however much I did enjoy Clint Eastwood and Jeff Bridges, I look forward to movies that more deeply explore the situation of the woman, beyond (and hopefully less repugnant than) Sex and the City and He's just not that into you. WhhhaaZAMM

The Lovely Matthea Harvey