Hope in gates, hope in spoons, hope in doors, hope in tables, no hope in daintiness and determination. Hope in dates.

Okay, besides the semaphored helplessness of a giant ‘WTF’, what would be the correct response to these lines, and to Tender Buttons as a whole? Don’t look at me. I have no idea what

If I find myself long on sleep and short on hallucinations I open this little paperback and wait for the words to start pushing crazy around in my brain. Once thoroughly confused, I close the book, satisfied.

Sexy. But just read this for fun. This is a book that literature classes can't deal with--and will make literature classes something you can't deal with.

Ne znam ko sam, ne znam šta sam, kako sam, i gde sam, ne znam šta sam pročitao, niti zašto.

Dok termiti neznalaštva grickaju moje ganglije, mogu samo da primetim da je Gertruda Stajn ostala najpoznatija po čuvenom „rose is a rose is a rose”. Krajnja želja Gertrudinog ponavljanja je da bude stalno po

Some call it nonsense, but if you derive pleasure from reading these vignettes, you can't understand how someone else doesn't.

Here's how I see it: When we were learning our language, we learned how to link the word with the object the word represents. Gertrude Stein seeks to dismantle this link and

This reads like a cut-up, that is to say that the words, the words, words and the, have been scrambled or reassembled to create striking instances of imagery juxtaposed in surprising and exciting ways and highly original and fascinating collocations as a result.

This is a book to be appreciated in te

"Experimental" but also funny and sexy. Its like pages covered in little droplets of word rain.