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>> 19 Mayıs 2010 Çarşamba

Medeni usul beni dövdü... Yarın da idare dövecek gibi gözüküyor. Odada uçan sinekle dertleştim, sallamadı puşt. Öldüremem de sinek, açtım camı siktir oldu gitti.

İktisatı verdim sonunda. Arada bir güzel şeyler de olmalı.

Bir kaç şey karaladım, bunlardan birisi bir mektup. Yakında postalayacağım. Beklentileri karşılayacağını hiç zannetmiyorum gerçi.

Bukowski'yle ilgili, bilenler bilir, Born Into This isimli bir belgesel vardı. "The Shower" isimli şiirini okurken ağlamaya başlamıştı bir anda. Koskoca adam, koskoca şiir... Benim de çok sevdiğim bir şiiriydi, artık daha da çok seviyorum. Bu bloğa günlük formatında yazdığım ilk yazı bu ve yazıyı o güzel şiirle bitirmeye karar verdim.

we like to shower afterwards
(I like the water hotter than she)
and her face is always soft and peaceful
and she'll watch me first
spread the soap over my balls
lift the balls
squeeze them,
then wash the cock:
"hey, this thing is still hard!"
then get all the hair down there,-
the belly, the back, the neck, the legs,
I grin grin grin,
and then I wash her. . .
first the cunt, I
stand behind her, my cock in the cheeks of her ass
I gently soap up the cunt hairs,
wash there with a soothing motion,
I linger perhaps longer than necessary,
then I get the backs of the legs, the ass,
the back, the neck, I turn her, kiss her,
soap up the breasts, get them and the belly, the neck,
the fronts of the legs, the ankles, the feet,
and then the cunt, once more, for luck. . .
another kiss, and she gets out first,
toweling, sometimes singing while I stay in
turn the water on hotter
feeling the good times of love's miracle
I then get out. . .
it is usually mid-afternoon and quiet,
and getting dressed we talk about what else
there might be to do,
but being together solves most of it
for as long as those things stay solved
in the history of women and
man, it's different for each-
for me, it's splendid enough to remember
past the memories of pain and defeat and unhappiness:
when you take it away
do it slowly and easily
make it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of in
my life, amen.


Charles Bukowski

1 yorum:

Osurgan 20 Mayıs 2010 21:01  

Bu format pek bi yakışmış sana bence =) devamı gelmeli.

İş & Güç

İş & Güç
Huysuz, tatsız, tutsuz kadın...

Not Anymore

...
Well, he went down down down;

And the Devil said; "where you been?"
He went down down down,
He screamin' down around the bend.
Down down down,
This boy went solid down;

He was always cheatin'
And he always told lies,
He was always cheatin'
And he always told lies...