Bukowsky

March 29th, 2006

A veces, hay gente que tiene una idea equivocada de la poesía y no concibe a un poeta como el amigo Charles, que escribía cosas como esta:

Beer

I don’t know how many bottles of beer
I have consumed while waiting for things
to get better
I dont know how much wine and whisky
and beer
mostly beer
I have consumed after
splits with women-
waiting for the phone to ring
waiting for the sound of footsteps,
and the phone to ring
waiting for the sounds of footsteps,
and the phone never rings
until much later
and the footsteps never arrive
until much later
when my stomach is coming up
out of my mouth
they arrive as fresh as spring flowers:
“what the hell have you done to yourself?
it will be 3 days before you can fuck me!”
[...]

De su libro Love is a mad dog from hell,