Date: Tue, 12 Oct 1999 18:18:45 -0400 From: jena osmanSubject: Very Fine Valentine which is Very Mine I like this way of thinking about (listening to) the poem: > Stein's poetry, being the spontaneous, in-the-present language >manipulation that it is, can be interesting to listen to as --pure sound-- > Take the deviations of the sound Valentine > Veryfine ismy valentine. > Veryfine and verymine. > Verymine ismy valentine verymine and veryfine. > Veryfine ismy valentine andmine, veryfine verymine andmine >ismy Valentine. (who wrote this?) And I think there is a relation to the sound pleasures that children have in nursery rhymes (and in autograph book epigraphs). What's interesting to me in that comparison is that nursery rhymes lose their content by the foregrounding of sound. Why Stein is so difficult is that a similar re-positioning of content has taken place. So if the content isn't found in how the words "add up," where can it be found? Because of how Stein uses repetition, I often find myself musing about words that I would normally take for granted because they seem so simple. These musings usually lead me to the dictionary. Today I looked up "mine" 1. archaic for "my" used before a vowel or h 2. that which belongs to me 3. a pit or excavation in the earth from which minieral substances are taken; a subterranean passage under an enemy position; an encased explosive designed to destroy enemy personnel, vehicles, or ships; a rich source of supply; a pyrotechnic piece comprising various small fireworks that are scattered into the air with a loud report 4. to dig a mine; to dig under to gain access or cause the collapse of; to burrow beneath the surface of; to process for obtaining a natural consitutent; to seek valuable material in and "fine" 1. impose a fine on 2. free from impurity; having a stated proportion of pure metal in the composition; very thin in gauge and texture; very small; having a delicate or subtle quality; subtle or sensitive in perception or care and accuracy; superior in quality, conception, or appearance: excellent; awful I like the relationships that the definitions bring up--the purity of metal and the mining for minerals. Also the fact that we are "mining" this poem for "valuable materials." And the products are "very fine." And the mining makes them mine. I think that "mining" is an activity that we're used to doing with conventional poems. Lately I've been reading a lot of T.S. Eliot and his referentiality makes a lot of my interaction with the poems feel like some kind of archaeological dig. But I can't say that the mining activity I employ in reading Eliot ever makes me feel like the poem is "mine." But in Stein's reader-centered poetics, mining the poem--working with it, investigating it--does make it mine. I hope this makes some sense. Jena