The Gertrude Stein "Remix"
On day 1 of our class, our professor (Mark Amerika, talk about an amazing name) had us do an in-class writing exercise. We had 5-10 minutes to "remix" a Gertrude Stein quote. Mine ended up being kind of a meta take on the class itself.
The original:
In the inside there is sleeping, in the outside there is reddening, in the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling. In the evening there is feeling. In feeling anything is resting, in feeling, anything is mounting, in feeling there is resignation, in feeling there is recognition, in feeling there is recurrence and entirely mistaken there is pinching. All the standards have steamers and all the curtains have bed linen and all the yellow has discrimination and all the circle has circling. This makes sand.
My remix:
In the classroom there are artists, in the building there are students, in the students there is confusion, in the confusion there is knowledge. In the confusion there is knowledge. In knowledge, synapses are firing, in knowledge there is knowing, in knowledge wisdom is born, in knowledge we realize what we do not know, and in that knowing find knowledge. All the students have notebooks and all the artists have ideas and all the words have meaning and all the writings have writing. This makes stories.
The original:
In the inside there is sleeping, in the outside there is reddening, in the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling. In the evening there is feeling. In feeling anything is resting, in feeling, anything is mounting, in feeling there is resignation, in feeling there is recognition, in feeling there is recurrence and entirely mistaken there is pinching. All the standards have steamers and all the curtains have bed linen and all the yellow has discrimination and all the circle has circling. This makes sand.
My remix:
In the classroom there are artists, in the building there are students, in the students there is confusion, in the confusion there is knowledge. In the confusion there is knowledge. In knowledge, synapses are firing, in knowledge there is knowing, in knowledge wisdom is born, in knowledge we realize what we do not know, and in that knowing find knowledge. All the students have notebooks and all the artists have ideas and all the words have meaning and all the writings have writing. This makes stories.
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