Like Saroyan's poems of the period, the Lines publications get maximum effect out of what appears to be the minimum. Nowhere more so than in Gertrude Stein. Maybe my favorite Lines publication. The book as an object captures Stein and Saroyan but also makes me think of one of the most misunderstood lines of New American Poetics: Form is never more than an extension of content. I am probably misapplying it here, but fuck it, the Lines' Stein is what Olson and Creeley's first law means to me if we extend form to format.