There ain’t no answer. There ain’t going to be an answer. There never has been an answer. That’s the answer. ~ Gertrude Stein
I pondered the above quatrain for a moment or three before I decided I possibly understood the meaning…that was until I reversed the lines of what seems to have been intended as a quatrain in irony. Then I second-guessed myself. Not a good way to start the day. Too late. I committed the act…
Is a poet similar to a scientist? If so, the mind of the writer was checked at the door…expressions of choice, emotions, will, and logic are the brain incognito. I’m now thinking a toss of a coin might be in order to settle my question of understanding the meaning, if there is one, of “That’s the answer.” To heck with it, I’m going out on a limb with this one.
To most, whatever meaning is found comes from us, as we read meaning into things, not from things. Is that clear as mud? Probably.
Let’s look at it with another twist. Do you possess a meaning meter? I don’t. Therefore, the proper way would be allow each person reading Stein’s quatrain above to conclude their own meaning and purpose, and accept it for what it is to them.
I understand the meaning…that’s my final answer.
How about you? “Game’s on…”