Se eu estivesse em São Paulo, estaria acordando em alguma rua de Pinheiros, com certeza, tomaria um café, caminharia até a Benedito Calixto e encontraria os amigos para um baião de dois no Biu.
Mas estou em Berlim, então acordo e caminho até a Kastanienallee, bebo meu Kaffee no Plazebo e sigo até o Weinbergspark para recuperar as cores que perdi durante o Berlimbo.
NO entanto, seja em São Paulo ou Berlim, nada mais divertido que estar sob o sol e sobre a grama, levemente de ressaca, gargalhando ao reler passagens favoritas de The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas. É como uma terapia de sorrisos em chuckles. Não deixa de ser muito saudável também ver que Stein, Picasso, Matisse, Apollinaire, Crevel, todos tiveram um dia seus vinte e poucos anos, seus trinta e poucos anos, e caminhavam, bebiam café, brigavam, embebedavam-se, faziam as pazes, brigavam de novo, irritavam-se com a falta de compreensão e reconhecimento, invejavam-se, maldiziam, cumprimentavam, traíam as namoradas, os namorados, tiravam um belo de um sarro dos colegas escritores, dos colegas pintores, e seguiam com a vida, porque a lenda, meu bem, a lenda vem sempre depois.
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"We met Ezra Pound at Grace Lounsbery´s house, he came home to dinner with us and he stayed and he talked about japanese prints among other things. Gertrude Stein liked him but did not find him amusing. She said he was a village explainer, excellent if you are a village, but if you were not, not. (...) Ezra did come back and he came back with the editor of The Dial. This time it was worse than japanese prints, it was much more violent. In his surprise at the violence Ezra fell out of Gertrude Stein´s favourite little armchair, the one I have since tapestried with Picasso designs, and Gertrude Stein was furious. Finally Ezra and the editor of The Dial left, nobody too well pleased. Gertrude Stein did not want to see Ezra again. Ezra did not quite see why. He met Gertrude Stein one day near the Luxembourg gardens and said, but I do want to come see you. I am so sorry, answered Gertrude Stein, but Miss Toklas has a bad tooth and beside we are busy picking wild flowers. All of which was literally true, like all of Gertrude Stein´s literature, but it upset Ezra, and we never saw him again."
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"In the days when the friendship between Gertrude Stein and Picasso had become if possible closer than before ... in those days her intimacy with Juan Gris displeased him. Once after a show of Juan´s pictures at the Galérie Simon he said to her with violence, tell me why you stand up for his work, you know you do not like it; and she did not answer him. Later when Juan died and Gertrude Stein was heart broken Picasso came to the house and spent all day there. I do not know what was said but I do know that at one time Gertrude Stein said to him bitterly, you have no right to mourn, and he said, you have no right to say that to me. You never realised his meaning because you did not have it, she said angrily. You know very well I did, he replied."
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"Eliot and Gertrude Stein had a solemn conversation, mostly about split infinitives and other grammatical solecisms and why Gertrude Stein used them. Finally Lady Rothermere and Eliot rose to go and Eliot said that if he printed anything of Gertrude Stein´s in the Criterion it would have to be her very latest thing. They left and Gertrude Stein said, dont´bother to finish your dress, now we don´t have to go, and she began to write a portrait of T. S. Eliot and called it the fifteenth of November, that being this day and so there could be no doubt tat it was her latest thing. It was all about wool is wool and silk is silk or wool is woollen and silk is silken. She sent it to T. S. Eliot and he accepted it but naturally he did not print it."
A Portrait of TS Eliot - Gertrude Stein
(Gertrude Stein - "The fifteenth of November: a portrait of T. S. Eliot", oralizado em Nova Iorque em 1934)
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"It was not long after that that everybody was twenty-six. It became the period of being twenty-six. During the next two or three years all the young men were twenty-six years old. It was the right age apparently for that time and place."
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"Gertrude Stein and Sherwood Anderson are very funny on the subject of Hemingway. The last time that Sherwood was in Paris they often talked about him. Hemingway had been formed by the two of them and they were both a little proud and a little ashamed of the work of their minds. (...) It was Ford (Madox Ford) who once said of Hemingway, he comes and he sits at my feet and he praises me. It makes me nervous. (...) However, whatever I say, Gertrude Stein always says, yes I know but I have a weakness for Hemingway."
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"Gertrude Stein´s name was never on Who´s Who in America. As a matter of fact in was in english authors´ bibliographies before it ever entered an american one. This troubled Mildred very much. I hate to look at Who´s Who in America, she said to me, when I see all those insignificant people and Gertrude´s name not in. And then she would say, I know it´s alright but I wish Gertrude were not so outlawed. Poor Mildred. And now just this year for reasons best known to themselves Who´s Who in America has added Gertrude Stein´s name to their list. The Atlantic Monthly needless to say has not."
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