Eis uma fracção de um poema-canção de David Berman, sobre um encontro infeliz com a prática do bestialismo na pátria da democracia, "home of the brave", terra de oportunidade, etc.
Goshen, séc. XIX
"(...)the passage kept on going like the carpet was flowing
towards that thing at the end of the hall.
my own eyes had adjusted.
my account can be trusted,
cause I know that I saw what I saw.
towards that thing at the end of the hall.
my own eyes had adjusted.
my account can be trusted,
cause I know that I saw what I saw.
I heard animal noises and tangled up voices
chanting more and of rumors of more.
there's no natural law that can explain what I saw
spread out on that straw-covered floor.
chanting more and of rumors of more.
there's no natural law that can explain what I saw
spread out on that straw-covered floor.
now I've put an ocean between myself and Goshen
to get away from the Farmer's Hotel.
things so unclean, are better left unseen.
keep away from the Farmer's Hotel.
the lights went out in Goshen, just like poetry in motion,
and I checked into the Farmer's Hotel.
so if you get a notion to travel to Goshen,
please stay away from the Farmer's Hotel."
in Farmer's Hotel, álbum Tanglewood Numbers, Silver Jews
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