Чарльз Буковски - Минута
случается иногда минута настолько скверная,
что после неё любая другая –
как, например, когда
увидишь, как птичка
над головой у тебя
уселась на провода –
кажется великолепной,
будто симфония Бетховена.
потом забываешь об этой минуте
и всё происходит по-прежнему.
_______________
Charles Bukowski
A MOMENT
I don't know if this is true to you but for me
sometimes it gets so bad
that anything else
say like
looking at a bird on an overhead
power line
seems as great as a Beethoven symphony.
then you forget it and you're back
again.
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Аня Сергеева-Алекс 24.11.2017 19:43 Заявить о нарушении
listen, relax, you’ve read
worse
poems than
this…
Он на любителя, но всё-таки не самый плохой поэт на свете. Кроме того, его пороки, включая алкоголизм, сильно преувеличены, в т. ч. им самим.
Филипп Андреевич Хаустов 27.11.2017 17:59 Заявить о нарушении
«Were you involved in the production of Barfly?
No. All I did was worry.
Why did you worry?
Because when he was surrounded by those people—Hank was not comfortable among people, in a crowd, even at a small gathering; he was a real loner. He wanted to get up in the morning, have a quick breakfast with his wife, read the paper, leave the house about noon, go to the track, come home at 6:00, have dinner about 7:00, go upstairs at 8:00, and write until two in the morning, and he wanted nothing to interfere with that routine. And he did that seven days a week. I mean, we spent time together, and he enjoyed being with Sean Penn, but I knew not to drop in on him every day—he would have hated it. He'd have been polite—he was the most polite man I've ever known, and the most honest man I've ever known. He was so deferential and polite and so concerned for your comfort, and whether you were happy or not, when you were with him.
That doesn't always come across in his writing.
[laughs] It doesn't come across at all. I mean, his public persona is very unlike the man.
How so, besides his being polite?
I knew him for what, 35 years or more? I never saw him drunk. Never once, never.
What? Really? Was he drinking often, just in moderation?
No, I think just the opposite. He was not drinking very often, but when he did he drank a lot. I mean, he drank every day, and toward the end it was good wine. Remember, he lived to write, and just like lots of writers, during the course of writing—say, between 8:00 in the evening and 2:00 in the morning—he would sip wine; it kept him sort of greased.
So he was more of a social drinker? He would just have enough to keep him loose throughout the day?
Right. Unless it was like during the filming of Barfly, when he was being invited to cast parties and playing a kind of cameo role in the movie and that sort of thing. He would just drink blindly because he was so frightened. I mean, he was frightened of people.
So just to be clear, you knew him for 35 years but never saw him drunk.
Well, I met him in '65, and he died in '94, so no, about 30 years I knew him—and I never saw him drunk, no.»
Филипп Андреевич Хаустов 27.11.2017 18:00 Заявить о нарушении
Я бы не назвала его стихи поэзией вообще. Чистейшая графомания. Впечатление, что он выплескивает на читателя свой поток сознания и фантазий, не сильно заботясь ни о чувствах читателя, ни о форме написанного. Как бы лечится у психоаналитика, что-то трещит, а мы - слушаем. Мы - в роли психоаналитика, и пациент над нами потешается, кстати, некоторые за это ему приплачивают.
Почему он стал знаменитым? У него талантливая проза. Людям нравится копаться в том, что "с душком", я так думаю. Мне тоже, бывает, интересно, но в очень малых количествах.
Аня Сергеева-Алекс 28.11.2017 17:34 Заявить о нарушении