SPATS & LACE IN THE
BUTTONS BOX
THE SUBBOOK ...................-
OBJECTS
THE SUBPOEM
...................- ALITTLE CALLED PAULINE: NUMBER 46
WORD
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182
STANZA(S)............................-
11
THE
LEADER........................-
THE STEINY ROAD POET
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ALL HOURS OF EARTH’S CLOCK
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FANCIFUL
“Does anyone
else see that 'shudders' minus the 'sh' is 'udders'?” Sarah Maitland Parks
“In fairy sea, I heard
Pharisee.” The Steiny Road Poet
"Apollinaire sounds like A-Pauline-heir, heir to St.
Paul?" Peter Treanor
A LITTLE CALLED PAULINE.
A little called anything shows
shudders.
Come and say what prints all day. A
whole few water-melon. There is no pope.
No cut in pennies and little dressing
and choose wide soles and little spats really little spices.
A little lace makes boils. This is not
true.
Gracious of gracious and a stamp a blue
green white bow a blue green lean, lean on the top.
If it is absurd then it is leadish and
nearly set in where there is a tight head.
A peaceful life to arise her, moon and
moon and moon. A letter a cold sleeve a blanket a shaving house and nearly the
best and regular window.
Nearer in fairy sea, nearer and
farther, show white has lime in sight, show a stitch of ten. Count, count more
so that thicker and thicker is leaning.
I hope she has her cow. Bidding a
wedding, widening received treading, little leading, mention nothing.
Cough out cough out in the leather and
really feather it is not for.
Please could, please could, jam it not
plus more sit in when.
BABY WITH NO
POPE
Connecting to
associations about Pauline and Marie Laurencin discussed in Stepping on Tender
Buttons: “A Little Called Pauline.” Part 1 of 2, came the association of childbirth.
from Eleanor Smagarinsky:
Hmmmm....
“Looking at
that list of verbs, above....[see the end of Stepping on Tender
Buttons: “A Little Called Pauline.” Part 1 of 2]
I can't help
but feel that a baby is being born. A little girl or little boy, who receives a
name, but has no pope (Papa).
“There's
even mention of counting and ten—full cervical dilation. And that tight head.
Nearer and further...in sight...and perhaps even an episiotomy (a
stitch)?
[Could this
be] The birth of a new artistic age?
“Birds don't
only fly with those feathers, they also feather their nests. Those Roc birds in
"Sinbad the Sailor" had an egg. [The mythological Roc bird was
mentioned in Apollinaire’s poem “Zone” which was quoted in Stepping on Tender
Buttons: “A Little Called Pauline.” Part 1 of 2,] You can't fly around with your egg,
you have to sit on it until it hatches.”
from Peter Treanor:
“Yes I can
see a birth here too. I have been wondering if "A Little Called
Pauline." could refer to something small (a child?) named (called ) by
Pauline, so could maybe this could be Marie (Laurencin).
from Eleanor:
"’A
little,’ called Pauline.
“Is that
what you mean? Gosh, speech in a button-poem. How exciting!
“Makes
sense, thematically, what with Genesis describing creation as a product of
God's speech:
And God
said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. God saw that the light
was good, and he separated the light from the darkness. God called the
light “day,” and the darkness he called “night.” And there was evening, and
there was morning—the first day.
“What about
taking it a step further...Pauline is declaring the first letter of the
alphabet ‘a little’ which is a, as compared to ‘a big’ which is A.
And later on Stein writes "A letter a", which pleases me greatly. And
of course there's a sea—C. But what does she have against B? B is for
boils, oh... if you say boils, boils, boils, quickly it sounds like boys!!
“A little
ace makes boys (but it's not true)??” [A little lace makes
boils. This is not true.]
from Karren
Alenier [a.k.a. The Steiny Road Poet]
“I'm
thinking some of the language might be caused by having anesthesia—e.g. the
last line. Please could, please could, jam it not plus more sit in
when.
“But so much
of this is drunk talk.
“Let me
see if I can better explain the drunk talk that might be drugged talk
as if one has been drugged to have a baby or maybe the woman is just delirious.
“Come and say what imprints (makes a strong
impression) all day—A child, A whole few water-melon (the pregnant
mother's stomach). There is no pope (no father).
“No cut in pennies and little dressing and choose
wide soles and little spats really little spices. (The mother who has to pay her own way
is concerned about what the baby will cost her. She only has pennies.)
“A little lace makes boils. This is not
true. (The
mother is confused and contradicts herself.)
“Gracious of gracious and a stamp a blue green
white bow a blue green lean, lean on the top. (The mother calls on God--gracious
of gracious, to help her.)
“If it is absurd then it is leadish and nearly
set in where there is a tight head. (The mother is trying to push but the weight of the
baby's head seems stuck.)
“A peaceful life to arise her, moon and moon and
moon. A letter a cold sleeve a blanket a shaving house and nearly the best and
regular window. (The
mother had a peaceful life but was often awakened by the moon during
pregnancy. The father of the child doesn't respond to her letters and gives her
the cold shoulder and now she has been prepared for this birth in a room where
she can still see the moon.)
“Nearer in fairy sea, nearer and farther, show
white has lime in sight, show a stitch of ten. Count, count more so that
thicker and thicker is leaning. (The mother's waters breaks, she has counted her breathing—she
awaits the episiotomy.)
“I hope she has her cow. Bidding a wedding,
widening received treading, little leading, mention nothing. (The narrator of the poem hopes all
goes well and she has the child--cow. She could not make the wedding happen,
she just has to tread these troubled waters and say nothing.)
“The
poem ends with trying to take some action to speed along the birth and then
just babbles.”
Cough
out cough out in the leather and really feather it is not for.
Please
could, please could, jam it not plus more sit in when.
BURSTING THE IMAGINATION: ANOTHER KIND OF BIRTH
Peter ratcheted up the human birth association to a burst of the
imagination.




