In which I confess being a cake muncher muncher

Ah, lovely Gertrude Stein!


By departing from conventional meaning, grammar and syntax, she attempted to capture “moments of consciousness,” independent of time and memory.

Or to put it another way, in Stein’s own words:

A steady cake, any steady cake is perfect and not plain, any steady cake has a mounting reason and more than that it has singular crusts. A season of more is a season that is instead. A season of many is not more a season than most.

It’s my cake day.  I’m hoping my present to the world is going to be catalogued in time.  It’s being proof-listened against the clock right now …

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