Gertrude Stein was genuinely unique, a gutsy old gal who defied rules of sexuality to live as a lesbian, who defied rules of poetry to write new styled poems. For years Ms. Stein has baffled me, and many others. Her poetry was considered too obtuse, too unobtainable by mere mortals. Then I “got” it. Gertrude […]
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A gertrude is a gertrude is a gertrude. And we have been so blessed that she led her life her way, as a lesbian, and that she wrote her poetry her way, as a creative genius.
When I discovered that Gertrude Stein, that incredible lesbian writer, poet, and librettist, bought slews of art at Vollard’s gallery in Paris, I felt such a connection. I actually have a piece from Vollard’s gallery. Mine is but a litho, and Stein’s pieces were no doubt original oils, but still I felt this odd connection. […]