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'Karen Carpenter', a new poem by Charles Bernstein

Reviewed by
May 2019, no. 411

'Karen Carpenter', a new poem by Charles Bernstein

Reviewed by
May 2019, no. 411

Her voice
weeps
sin-
g-
ing
to
God
o-
n a
fre-
quen-
cy
that tu-
nes
out he-
r
cries. We’-
ve
only jus-
t
begun
to fr-
ea-
k —
t-
he
d-
read
l-
on-
ging
to be
cl-
ose
to Y-
ou
wh-
o
tears each soul
to s-
hr-
eds.
Hurting each
other, b-
ut
c-
oming
back f-
or
more.
As i-
f
hurt
is
what
matters.

Charles Bernstein

comment (1)

  • A good critique of the psycho-emotional limit cycles that pop songs often are.
    Posted by Pedro R. Rivadeneira
    Monday, 06 May 2019 06:20