Из Чарльза Буковски - Удача

Да, молодость уходит, с тем ничего не поделаешь. Но надо сказать, что Хэнк никогда не терял азарта и по поводу скачек, и по поводу литературных творений, да и по поводу жизни тоже! Пространство смыкалось - а он горел все ярче и ярче, даже когда болел последние годы, все же пытался не сдаваться и не унывал! Сильный был человек, и не только в плане литературы! Я тут порылся, нашёл стишок с интересным названием! Как будет вам удобно, Юрий, переведите пожалуйста! Спасибо! С уважением! Д.

the anarchist
by Charles Bukowski

one time I got to sitting around my place
and all these fellows had long dark beards
and were very intense.
but crowds of people come to see me.
I usually roust them, get rid of them
and then a new gang arrives.
none of them everybring enough women,
they hide their women from me.
I drink beer and listen, but not too
attentively.

but this particular crowd kept coming
back. to me it was mostly beer and
chatter. but I noticed that they
usually arrived in caravans and had
some central yet confused organization.
I kept telling then that I didn’t give
a fuck-either about America or about
them. I just kept drinking. and each
morning when I awakened they’d be gone –
and that was better than some others.
finally they stopped arriving, and a
few months later I wrote a short story
about their political chatter-which,
of course, was their total idealism.
the story was published somewhere.

about a month later the leader walked
in and sat down and split a 6-pack.
“I want to tell you something, Bukowski,
we read that story. We held a council
and took a vote on whether to murder
you or not. You won, 6 to 5”.

I laughed at him then, some years ago,
but I’m no longer laughing. and even
though I paid for most of the beer and
some of you fellows pissed on the
toilet lid, I still appreciate that
extra vote.

Денис Созинов   05.10.2018 08:03   •   Заявить о нарушении