Life keeps hurtling forward, bursting forth. It’s spring in California, the jasmine’s come in and the streaky roses. It’s been raining hard all morning; just now it stopped abruptly. Lyn writes in My Life, “she observed that detail minutely, as if it were botanical. As if words could unite an ardent intellect with the external material world.” This is Lyn, vitally observing, drawing it all into relation, the mind and the world, botanical, passionate. Making words hold life, making words as life. “Such that art is inseparable from the search for reality,” she writes.
Bogatá and Medellín, Sept. 2019
Launches for Blanco Inmóvil, Charles Bernstein translated by Enrique Winter, Ediciones Uniandes (Universidad de los Andes, Bogotá)
Enrique Winter, “La poesía impermeable de Charles Bernstein” Arcadia, Sept. 12, 2018