7 poezii de Bukowski perfecte pentru începuturile de săptămână

Ana Tepșanu

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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski o fi fost un misogin și un bețiv notoriu, dar nimeni nu-i poate lua talentul și nici șarmul din scrierile sale.

Avea peste 40 de ani când s-a apucat serios de treabă, iar scrisoarea demisiei sale face istorie și acum.

În ciuda label-urilor primite de autor, eu am simțit mereu o sensibilitatea în vorbele sale, iar franchețea cu care le-a notat negru pe alb și curajul de a le face publice sunt pentru mine un exemplu de devotament (și pasiune) pentru această meserie.

Știu că suntem la început de săptămână și că poate n-ai avut cea mai ușoară zi din viața ta, așa că te invit să te relaxezi și să-l privești pe bătrânul Hank cu alți ochi, prin poeziile de mai jos.

Îți promit o lectură de zile mari și una care să te pună puțin pe gânduri. Enjoy!

Charles Bukowski

Don't forget

there is always somebody or something

waiting for you,

something stronger, more intelligent,

more evil, more kind, more durable,

something bigger, something better,

something worse, something with

eyes like the tiger, jaws like the shark,

something crazier than crazy,

saner than sane,

there is always something or somebody

waiting for you

as you put on your shoes

or as you sleep

or as you empty a garbage can

or pet your cat

or brush your teeth

or celebrate a holiday

there is always somebody or something

waiting for you.

keep this fully in mind

so that when it happens

you will be as ready as possible.

meanwhile, a good day to

you

if you are still there.

I think that I am---

I just burnt my fingers on

this

cigarette.

Air and light and time and space

"--you know, I've either had a family, a job, something

has always been in the

way

but now

I've sold my house, I've found this

place, a large studio, you should see the space and

the light.

for the first time in my life I'm going to have a place and

the time to

create."

no baby, if you're going to create

you're going to create whether you work

16 hours a day in a coal mine

or

you're going to create in a small room with 3 children

while you're on

welfare,

you're going to create with part of your mind and your

body blown

away,

you're going to create blind

crippled

demented,

you're going to create with a cat crawling up your

back while

the whole city trembles in earthquakes, bombardment,

flood and fire.

baby, air and light and time and space

have nothing to do with it

and don't create anything

except maybe a longer life to find

new excuses

for.

What can we do?

at their best, there is gentleness in Humanity.

some understanding and, at times, acts of

courage

but all in all it is a mass, a glob that doesn't

have too much.

it is like a large animal deep in sleep and

almost nothing can awaken it.

when activated it's best at brutality,

selfishness, unjust judgments, murder.

what can we do with it, this Humanity?

nothing.

avoid the thing as much as possible.

treat it as you would anything poisonous, vicious

and mindless.

but be careful. it has enacted laws to protect

itself from you.

it can kill you without cause.

and to escape it you must be subtle.

few escape.

it's up to you to figure a plan.

I have met nobody who has escaped.

I have met some of the great and

famous but they have not escaped

for they are only great and famous within

Humanity.

I have not escaped

but I have not failed in trying again and

again.

before my death I hope to obtain my

life.

No help for that

There is a place in the heart that

will never be filled

a space

and even during the

best moments

and

the greatest times

times

we will know it

we will know it

more than

ever

there is a place in the heart that

will never be filled

and

we will wait

and

wait

in that space.

Alone With Everybody

the flesh covers the bone

and they put a mind

in there and

sometimes a soul,

and the women break

vases against the walls

and the men drink too

much

and nobody finds the

one

but keep

looking

crawling in and out

of beds.

flesh covers

the bone and the

flesh searches

for more than

flesh.

there's no chance

at all:

we are all trapped

by a singular

fate.

nobody ever finds

the one.

the city dumps fill

the junkyards fill

the madhouses fill

the hospitals fill

the graveyards fill

nothing else

fills.

Be Kind

we are always asked

to understand the other person's

viewpoint

no matter how

out-dated

foolish or

obnoxious.

one is asked

to view

their total error

their life-waste

with

kindliness,

especially if they are

aged.

but age is the total of

our doing.

they have aged

badly

because they have

lived

out of focus,

they have refused to

see.

not their fault?

whose fault?

mine?

I am asked to hide

my viewpoint

from them

for fear of their

fear.

age is no crime

but the shame

of a deliberately

wasted

life

among so many

deliberately

wasted

lives

is.

Raw With Love

little dark girl with

kind eyes

when it comes time to

use the knife

I won't flinch and

i won't blame

you,

as I drive along the shore alone

as the palms wave,

the ugly heavy palms,

as the living does not arrive

as the dead do not leave,

i won't blame you,

instead

i will remember the kisses

our lips raw with love

and how you gave me

everything you had

and how I

offered you what was left of

me,

and I will remember your small room

the feel of you

the light in the window

your records

your books

our morning coffee

our noons our nights

our bodies spilled together

sleeping

the tiny flowing currents

immediate and forever

your leg my leg

your arm my arm

your smile and the warmth

of you

who made me laugh

again.

little dark girl with kind eyes

you have no

knife. the knife is

mine and i won't use it

yet.

Sursa: Noizz.ro

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