Thank you.
Very much very much and as much and as much and then markets, markets are open in the morning and except on Monday.
Do you think we should follow the sign for Perugia?
very much
Chapters of magic near the beginning and end (interchangeable)
Puccini is striped like the campanile but it’s all right.
Sage grows.
Very content followed by five bells.
We are very well fish.
Sage grows so let it.
Children grow.
Let them.
Ideas.
Notions of the novel
So let them.
Wild capers grow everywhere.
A tribute to Gertrude Stein and a travel diary so let it.
Roses and rosemary everywhere
For my
beautiful mother
Rose
Marie
Maso
the one word
of my world my father calling across the green
Rose
Chapter Always
These days thinking of you, always, always.
Chapter Alice
who named her Rose in hope, as the century turned 31
Grandma Alice very much
If they say and it is an established fact if they say that he has gone away is there anybody to ask about it. It is so very easy to change a novel a novel can be a novel and it can be a story of the departure of Dr. Johnston it can be the story of the discovery of how after they went away nobody was as much rested as they hoped to be.
Everything that will be said will have a connection with paper and amethysts with writing and silver with buttons and books.
I am a simple girl in some ways do not want the Isle of Capri the Lago Giacomo Puccini will do. If not this time then next. Looking all over Florence for the cross that got lost.
Consider whether they would be at all interested.
It can be easily seen that a novel of elegance leaves something to be desired.
Repeat. It can be easily seen that a novel of elegance leaves something to be desired. She knew in about the middle of it. Time to write.
Let me say it here. Everything I loved or wanted or feared.
Accuse me if you like one more time of overreaching. I miss you. Love you. Want.
And time to write.
This spa water is only for drinking. And the woman makes a breaststroke through the air, for swimming Bagno Vignoni, 30 kilometers away let’s go.
In the green Fiat. Have to finish Gertrude Stein, have to finish Traveling Light — and the hills and the cypresses. Cypress, cypress, cypress, pine. Ava Klein turn over on your side.
There is never any altogether the easiest way is to leave out anything.
The whole chapter is thinking about the courage you afford and thinking out loud and the flowers and so not to be afraid. There is music in the head so sing continuously.
Chapter Rose
Who named you Carole Alice at mid-century. Thank you in every possible way.
Song of joy
And say what you need and like and want. Pleasure. A novel and you out loud. When she has been satisfied when she has been satisfied.
Begin again.
She may be coming in any moment darling.
Begin again.
Fanny irresistible.
Jenny recalled.
Henrietta as much as that.
Claribel by and by
Rose as plainly seen
Hilda for that time
Ida as not famous.
Katherine as it should have it in preference
Caroline and by this time
Maria by this arrangement Esther who can be thought of
Charlotte and finally.
She rolls the rosy aureole and pearl the world around and round. Sea pearl to pearl with her and lip she shudders honey gold and conjures — this must be Paradise — or maybe Paris. She came to be happier than anybody else who was alive then. Gorgeous lilting rosy pearl. She rides the women world syntactic. Sings Paris Paris Paris Paris. And they walk the poodle Basket.
Thank you.
The way it looks exactly like it.
The way you can get it to look exactly like you see and feel.
Almost exactly. Thank you most of all for that.
Who in this world is luckier than I?
A very valentine — for Gertrude Stein.
Little by little and more and more I begin to understand you very much.
A novel and the future of the novel and the rest and the rest is diamonds.
Father calling to Mother, Rose across the world first word. Repeated again and again rose rose rose rose rose rose rose.
A novel of thank you and not about it.
It might be allowed
With thanks to Nicole Cooley, Keith Waldrop, John O’Brien, Catherine Stimpson.
Someone named Rose at mid-century named her.
In hope. 5 joyful 5 sorrowful mysteries.
Thank you in every possible way
Once more I thank you.
An arrangement of their being there and never having been more glad than before.
A list of addresses and who went to see them.
Bruschetta, crostoni, lentils with pasta, grilled lamb, tiramisu.
Spaghetti with clam sauce.
Corne and kiss me when you want to.
We are very well fish
Lavishly well fish
And Alice Babette, petite crevette. On the rue Christine after the war. Adore. Picking flowers gentle. Rose is a rose is a rose eternal and I am I because my little dog knows me.
She wanders gorgeous key syntactic. Violet-breasted. Poodle
Basket.
Third religion
Where.
Fourth religion
Where they grow vegetables so plentifully.
Fourth religion
If you courtesy.
Second religion
If you hold a hat on your head.
Third religion
If they are not told.
Fourth religion
Across to me.
Fourth religion
She walked across to me.
Third religion
And what did she see.
Second religion
What did she say to me.
First religion
When she walked across to me.
I found myself plunged into a vortex of words, burning words, cleansing words, liberating words, and the words were all ours and it was enough that we held them in our hands…
I shall not speak for anybody. I shall do my duty, I shall establish that mile. I shall choose wonder. Be blest.
Footnotes
Our Walks
Often in the evening we would walk together; I greeted at the door of 5 rue Christine by Gertrude’s staunch presence, pleasant touch of hand, well-rounded voice always ready to chuckle. Our talks and walks led us far from war paths. For generally having no ax to grind nor anyone to execute with it, we felt detached and free to wander in our own quarter where, while exercising her poodle, Basket, we naturally fell into thought and step. Basket, unleashed, ran ahead, a white blur, the ghost of a dog in the moonlit side streets:
Where ghosts and shadows mingle—
As lovers, lost when single.
The night’s enchantment made our conversation as light, iridescent and bouncing as soap bubbles, but as easily exploded when touched upon — so I’ll touch on none of them for you, that a bubble may remain a bubble! And perhaps we never said d’imperissables choses. — Nathalie Barney