Abaixo meus trechos favoritos de "Manifest Aversions, Conceptual Conundrums, & Implausibly Deniable Links," poema de Charles Bernstein publicado no seu último livro Recalculations:
"Immature poets borrow, Mature poets invest.
The work of art 'itself' does not exist, only incommensurable social contexts through which it emerges and into which it vanishes.
The shock of the new for some, the invigorating tonic of the contemporary for others.
No pardist goes unpunished because in these times the parodist is pilloried for the views he or she parodies. In a world of moral discourse absent ethical engagement, only the self-righteous go unrebuked.
I am not the man I was much less the one I will be nor imagine myself as, just the person I almost am.
A bird calls but I hear only its song.
I'm an observant Jew. I look closely at the things around me, as if they were foreign.
My mind is a labyrinth with well-lit exit signs; as much as I try, I can't ignore them. When I take leave of my mind I put myself in the care of my brain. In this way, I become again the animal to which my mind is blind.
Rather than an expression of love, justice is a protection against our inability to love.
We are most familiar with our estrangement; it is our home ground.
The absence of accent is also an accent.
Yet the Dark, untouched by light, injures it all the same."