There is place and there is time but neither has meaning without matter. Don’t you agree? ( drags on cigarette) But I’m afraid that alone is not enough to tell the tale. It’s all one can do to keep one’s wits in one place.
Miss by a minute and you’ve missed by a mile. The problem of time is essential to the problem of place. To know where one is, one must also know when one is. The problem of navigation is more complex than you might at first realize, my friend. As he instructs the insect he puffs delightedly on a fat Gauloise. He has the habit of speaking whether he has an audience or not. In spite of his obscure parentage he speaks with a precise English accent. With a small stick he is altering the insect’s course through the sand, not in malice or majesty but from a simple and deep-seated curiosity. The figure is Apollinaire, the etymologist-poet. I read it in a book!Ī figure is lying face down on the sand, intently watching an ant as it struggles with a crumb. Gertrude rises and begins to move after her. Gertrude picks up a pitcher of water from the table, She gets a gleam in her eyes as she looks at Alice.Īlice realizes she might be in for some trouble. You know I always find your writing ( yawns). These lazy lunches in the country always make me sleepy. What about the time it takes to proof-read it? The time that takes place in War and Peaceand the time it takes to read it. It’s about the time that passes in plays and stories. One for the man and his shadow and another for those who wait for him to sit and eat.”Īlice lowers her sandwich, waiting for the inevitable explanation. “But while one waits two kinds of time pass by. Some wait for someone else to sit and eat.” “Not everyone who waits and watches is waiting for a meal. Then he sat and ate his lunch.”Īlice looks at her with a “what-in-the-world-are-you-talking-about” look. It grew shorter still as he stood and watched until he saw it almost disappear. GERTRUDE: ( trying out the text on Alice) “A man stood on the sand. Gertrude looks up from her book at Alice. Alice, for the most part, watches Helene and the baby walking in the distance. Occasionally she takes up a pencil and makes a note in the book. Gertrude is glancing through her notebook as they eat. Gertrude and Alice are sitting in their chairs eating their lunch. She is feeding the baby from a bottle as she walks him.
Helene is walking back and forth in the background. They have moved their chairs into the sun and cleared off the work on the table to make room for lunch. Gertrude and Alice are sitting in the Bilignin garden. “But she doesn’t look anything like that,” he said. The friend looked at the painting for a while and then turned to the artist. After completing the painting, Picasso showed it to a friend of Stein. In 1907 Pablo Picasso painted what is now a very well known portrait of Gertrude Stein. Morning Painting Exercisesby Michael Tetherow John and Anna, Essay: Marathon Hotel, July 1982by Alexandra Avakian
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