“...I dream of things that never were, and ask why not?”
George Bernard Shaw

“Without heroes we are plain people and don’t know
how far we can go.”

Bernard Melvin

Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.—Gertrude Stein

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The Rose verbiage was written

By Gertrude Stein

The sentence "Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose." was written by Gertrude Stein as part of the 1913 poem Sacred Emily, which appeared in the 1922 book Geography and Plays. In that poem, the first "Rose" is the name of a person. Stein later used variations on the sentence in other writings, and "A rose is a rose is a rose" is probably her most famous quotation, often interpreted as meaning "things are what they are," a statement of the law of identity, "A is A". In Stein's view, the sentence expresses the fact that simply using the name of a thing already invokes the imagery and emotions associated with it.

“Rose is a rose, is a rose is a rose”
“Saint is a saint, is a saint, is a saint”
by Ron Eller©

Rosina Hernandez-Eller on her way to saint hood, never to be thwarted, picked me as the love of her life which could be construed by more objective forces as foolish and without a doubt sinful. The actions required for sainthood are carefully honed by developing a spiritual source and often are seen critically. Rose is no stranger to the critique of her motivations. She’s a saint. That is what saints do. “Grin and bear it.” One hundred years later the declining catholic church will have her canonized with a twentyone canon salute, a star on the CIA sacrifice wall in Langley Virginia and a gold watch which will be worn upon her boney corpse and returned to the grave. “Memento is a memento is a memento is a memento.

To know her is to love her. Rose by fact or fiction is my life’s love by all that is written. Rose has been with me through a litany of near death experiences. Three heart attacks requiring the most miraculous procedure of Angioplasty, Two collapsed lungs requiring surgery and chest tubes, A violent attack leveled by my eldest son with a butcher knife where by a favorable miracle spared us minimal blood and no wounds. Michael was in the middle of a psychotic break. Regrettably several years ago Mike ended his life.

During this time I have been under the care of a Nurse and Rose, tethered to oxygen tanks and a walker because I am diabetic and I can barely feel my feet. Months ago I developed a pulmonary embolism which all but killed me. I was on life support and by miraculous intent, my life was spared after three days. There is much more, but Rose and I don’t sweat the small stuff. It’s either death defying or it doesn’t deserve an honorable mention.

Rose has stayed no matter what. This is courageous and unique because we are survivors into the twenty-first century. Our ideologies of self preservation does not allow us to hang around to smell the poo.
Rose the love of my life has been the one who freely professes the “I love you.” emotion five to ten times per day which she bespeaks as my eyes are glossed over, dilated and about to close. This is a prelude to a black out event caused by multiple medications that are in conflict.

I have moved forward with this blog entry because “it’s important to have roll models and heroes. Without heroes we are plain people and don’t know how far we can go.” I resist celebrity adulation but, this quote by Bernard Melvin is as reliable as a life is and as a death is.

I intend to keep this short. I’m an old retro persona and retired creative director who reminds all “Writer Geeks” “No one reads the copy except as kindred spirits who are spying upon the creative land scape. We all should enjoy our day in the sun. Write what you want, but only if you have a Rose.”

I have received beyond all practical knowledge a gift. Pure as a ten thousand foot mountain brook. Crystal clear and full of all that is pure and good. No rose is not a Vestal Virgin. She has not always made perfect decisions. But I know her motivations are born out of love, compassion and empathy. Today despite the adversity, she is at peace with the home we created together. We have a wonderful group of children and grand children. This all with the help and sharing with Rose who has made my work into the abstract a reality.

She is the corner stone and stability of my life and my work in ways that can never overemphasized. “Art is art is art is art”


“Rose is a rose is a rose

is a rose.”

by Gertrude Stein

Place in pets.

Night town.

Night town a glass.

Color mahogany.

Color mahogany center.

Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.

Loveliness extreme.

Extra gaiters.

Loveliness extreme.

Sweetest ice-cream.

Page ages page ages page ages.

Wiped Wiped wire wire.

Sweeter than peaches
and pears and cream.

Wiped wire wiped wire.

Extra extreme.

Put measure treasure.

Measure treasure.

Tables track.



That will do.

*The above excerpts from the above Gertrude Steins poem were culled from her poetic desertion as part of the 1913 poem Sacred Emily, which appeared in the 1922 book Geography and Plays.


“If you could see...”

by Ron Eller

If you could see you in my eyes,

your fears need not lead us to our demise.

I love you at my side.

This love I do confide.

Not in heaven, this earth in caution tread.

I look to my bounty spread.
My God unfolding His plan.

To your dear eyes I span, a universe exposed,

and pray a love not imposed,

that would shake a rose leaf.

With this dear lady I share life in age

and seasons change.

From the sway of winter’s white blanket

to the cry of summer falling into rusty hue.


my dear Rose,

I love you.


my dear Rose,

I love you.

*The above excerpt is from my poem about Rose,
“If you could see.”

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