Publican dos poemas inéditos de Bukowski.

Publicado en 'Literatura' por DJKARLOS3, 7 May 2011.





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    Para los que aya leído alguna vez al Alemania, nacionalizados estadounidense, "Charles Bukowski", de seguro tubo una mágica experiencia al leer sus prosas, bueno, resulta que nos tenían reservadas dos poemas que ahora salieron a la luz, según se dice estuvieron ocultos entre sus largas paginas de sus escritos, creamos pues que sea así, a continuación el articulo.


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    Publican dos poemas inéditos de Bukowski

    Un par de poemas de Bukowski, que habían mantenido su virginidad al margen de la otredad, finalmente han sido expuestos a para disfrute de nosotros, sus lectores.

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    Las primeras publicaciones oficialmente reconocidas de Bukowski datan de la década de los sesentas, sin embargo existen citas que hablan de poemas escritos veinte años antes. La producción literaria de este autor angelino es, además de admirablemente extensa, un tanto confusa ya que entre sus cientos de poemas, novelas, cuentos cortos, crónicas, y otros, muchos de ellos han sido publicados en pequeñas compilaciones.

    Y tal vez el elusivo rastro de su obra ha favorecido que varias de sus piezas se mantengan al margen de la mirada de los otros, sus lectores. Y entre estas piezas se incluyen dos poemas hasta ahora inéditos, escritos por Bukowski en 1991, los cuales fueron afortunadamente descubiertos por la poeta Yvonne de la Vega, y que a continuación reproducimos:

    An Answer

    within the past six years
    there have been four
    different rumors that i
    have died.
    I don’t know who begins
    these rumors
    or why.
    and certainly humans
    do worse things than
    this.
    yet I always feel strange
    when i must tell people,
    usually over the
    telephone, that I am
    not yet dead.
    somebody out there
    or perhaps several
    people
    evidently get some
    satisfaction
    in announcing that I am
    no longer
    around.

    some day,
    some night
    the announcement will be
    true.
    to put it mildly,
    I am no longer
    young.
    but these death-
    wishers
    are an unsavory
    group,
    these hyenas,
    these vultures,
    these failed writers,
    will also some day be dead,

    their petty bitterness,
    their lying gutless
    beings gone into
    the dark.
    but for the moment,
    I am here
    and these last lines
    are for them:
    your cowardice will not be missed.
    even the roaches
    lived with more
    honor
    and you were always
    dead
    before
    me
    without
    rumor.

    Charles Bukowski 1991
    San Pedro, California

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    On The Bum

    moving from city to city
    I always had two pairs of
    shoes

    my work shoes were
    thick and black
    and stiff.
    sometimes when I
    first put them on
    they were very painful,
    the toes were
    hardened and bent
    back
    but I’d get them on
    on a hangover
    morning.
    thinking, well
    here we go
    again.
    working for
    miserable wages
    and expected to
    be grateful
    for that,
    having been chosen
    from a score of
    applicants.

    it was probably my
    ugly and
    honest face.

    but putting on
    those shoes
    again
    was always
    the beginning.

    i had always
    imagined myself
    escaping that.
    making it at the
    gaming table
    or in the
    ring
    or in the bed
    of some rich lady.

    maybe I got
    like that from
    living too long in
    Los Angeles,
    a place far too
    close to
    Hollywood.

    but going down
    those roominghouse
    steps
    with each beginning,

    the stiff shoes
    murdering my
    feet,
    stepping out into
    the early sun,
    the sidewalk was
    there,
    and I was just one
    more
    common laborer,
    one more
    cpmmon
    human,
    the whole universe
    sliding through
    my head
    and out my ears.
    the timecard waited
    to check me in
    and out.
    and afterwards
    something to
    drink and the
    ladies from
    hell.

    work shoes
    work shoes
    work shoes
    and me
    them with
    all the lights
    turned
    out.

    Charles Bukowski 1991
    San Pedro, California


    Fuente: http://pijamasurf.com/2011/05/publican-dos-poemas-ineditos-de-bukowski/

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