Making Vinegar From Wine Poem by gershon hepner

A masterpiece has got to undermine
itself or hardly will be credible;
that’s why you must make vinegar from wine,
treat rotten vegetables as edible,
and mountains must be leveled to the plain,
and dirt collected and no longer sifted.
Don’t argue with the dwarves when they complain:
“The heroine was Snow White, but she drifted.”

Writing of Schoenberg’s “Moses und Aron” Theodor Adorno argued that the only kind of masterpiece that was valid this century was one that undermined itself. Mae West said: “I’m Snow White, but I drifted.”