Bono, Bukowski şiirlerine ses verdi

U2'nun solisti Bono, Charles Bukowski'nin 'Roll the Dice' ve 'The Crunch' şiirlerini seslendirdi.
Daha önce 'The Laughing Heart' şiiri Tom Waitsin çakıllı sesinde hayat bulan Charles Bukowskiye, bu defa rock müziğin diğer ucundan bir isim, Bono ses verdi.

İlk olarak Bukowskinin 'What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire' (1999) adlı kitabından 'Roll the Dice' şiirini okuyan Bono, daha sonra 'Love is a Dog From Hell' (1977) adlı kitaptan 'The Crunch' adlı şiiri seslendirdi.

Bono tarafından okunan iki şiir de 'Born Into This' adlı Bukowski belgeselinde yer aldı.

Pico Iyerin 'Amerikan düşkün yaşamının resmi şairi' olarak nitelediği Charles Bukowski, yoksul Amerikalıların sıradanlığından ve onların sancılarından ilham aldı.
 
Merhaba

roll the dice

if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.

if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.

go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery,
isolation.
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.

if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
that.
you will be alone with the gods
and the nights will flame with
fire.

do it, do it, do it.
do it.

all the way
all the way.

you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter, its
the only good fight
there is.

Charles Bukowski
 
Merhaba

the crunch

too much too little

too fat
too thin
or nobody

laughter or
tears

haters
lovers

strangers with faces like
the backs of
thumb tacks

armies running through
streets of blood
waving winebottles
bayoneting and fucking
virgins

an old guy in a cheap room
with a photograph of M Monroe

there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock

people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love

people just are not good to each other
one on one

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor

we are afraid

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners

it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides

or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone

untouched
unspoken to

watering a plant

people are not good to each other
people are not good to each other
people are not good to each other

I suppose they never will be
I don't ask them to be

but sometimes I think about
it

the beads will swing
the clouds will cloud
and the killer will behead the child
like taking a bite out of an ice cream cone

too much
too little

too fat
too thin
or nobody

more haters than lovers

people are not good to each other
perhaps if they were
our deaths would not be so sad

meanwhile I look at young girls
stems
flowers of chance

there must be a way

surely there must be a way that we have not yet
though of

who put this brain inside of me?

it cries
it demands
it says that there is a chance

it will not say
"no"


Charles Bukowski
 

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