Σάββατο, 29 Μαρτίου 2008

i feel drunk under the moon


μια ερωτηση και μια απαντηση
για τον εαυτο σου ,απο τη σκια του
ονειρου σου......

"question and answer"

he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer
night, running the blade of the knife
under his fingernails, smiling, thinking
of all the letters he had received
telling him that
the way he lived and wrote about
that--
it had kept them going when
all seemed
truly
hopeless.

putting the blade on the table, he
flicked it with a finger
and it whirled
in a flashing circle
under the light.

who the hell is going to save
me? he
thought.

as the knife stopped spinning
the answer came:
you're going to have to
save yourself.

still smiling,
a: he lit a
cigarette
b: he poured
another
drink
c: gave the blade
another
spin.
διαβαζω το μαγαλο μπουκοφσκι και βαζω ενα τσιπουρο
στο ποτηρι για να μην κανω κατι αλλο ,
δεν ξερω αλλα μαλλον χειροτερο ,
μεγαλε τσαρλς!!!!!!
........παω εξω για ποτο δεν μπορω αλλο μεσα στο σπιτι
,οινος και ζαλη .......

--from The Last Night of the Earth Poems

1 σχόλιο:

greendim είπε...

Μπουκόφσκι!...
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