Ah, Gertrude Stein.
There's something both uplifting and frustrating about stumbling through a Gertrude Stein piece. Yes, it's nonsensical, sometimes to an irritating extent. But it's like some kind of sea glass windchime, the sounds and the images and the playful feeling. Interacting with life, taking words and feelings and turning them into something else.
I'm not a scholar, I just like to see someone breaking the rules. It frees me to do the same, though in my own way, of course.
PROMPT: For poetry: Read some Gertrude Stein. Write a poem in which you imitate or invert, praise or decry her methods.
PROMPT: For fiction: What do your main characters like to read? Poetry? Feminist Lit? Or do they hate that sh*t?