Sacred Hate Sacred Hate
O my hate, so majestic saintly, pure, and angelic bless my excess with a fat caress make me bow and make me proud. Humped by humble squires proud to be living sans Desire sans Goodness, sans Faith sans sun’s caressing grace. O my hate, grandiloquent shield agitate my soul to infinite zeal beyond other harms concealed. Hate wins, hate resounds!, armor ’gainst a vile amour that defrauds all— seven deadly Sins of my ardor! After CRUZ E SOUSA (Afro-Brazilian, c. 1898)
Apr 28, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Charles Bernstein
Three Poems by Charles Bernstein Three Poems by Charles Bernstein
"Chimera," "Strike!" and "All the Whiskey in Heaven"
Jan 2, 2012 / Charles Bernstein
All the Whiskey in Heaven All the Whiskey in Heaven
Not for all the whiskey in heaven Not for all the flies in Vermont Not for all the tears in the basement Not for a million trips to Mars
Feb 14, 2008 / Books & the Arts / Charles Bernstein