Gertrude Stein, you unreadable *****; Lie back in your sty and I’ll scratch your itch. I’ll water your trough so you can swill Vapid verbiage till you’ve had your fill. Your abstract expressions, while short of profound, Could almost drive me to Ezra Pound… Roll over in hell. You’re a rambling twit. I’m Alice B. Toklas-ed, and tired of it. Roll over, I say. Let them roast you some more; Demons agree—you’re a well-lettered BORE.
They destroyed the common use of language. Normal ways of using words bored them. They wished to use words in a new, sensational fashion. They twisted grammar, syntax. (Michael Gold: The New Masses) https://writing.upenn.edu/~afilreis/88/stein-per-gold.html