I can't get Stein's cadence out of my head. This often happens when I read or hear her. It's transformative. Yesterday, I took advantage of my desk job and wrote on company time in Stein's voice. This morning, I woke from a sticky charcoal dream and thought of Shutters. In the shower, I imagined her oneness, her vitality, her poems experientially felt to be the act of living on the page. I feel free when I read her.
I invite you to experiment. Write in Stein's voice. Write in anyone else's voice. Lose yourself in it. Come back. Tell us.