Чарльз
Буковски (1920 - 1994) - американский прозаик и поэт. Он посвятил себя
литературному труду только в 49 лет (хотя пробовал писать и ранее),
сделав выбор между альтернативами “работать на почте и разрушиться как
личность” и “стать писателем и голодать”. Основой творчества Буковски
была его собственная биография. “Не пытайся” - вот его совет тем, кто
тянется к литературе. Не пытайся, ни ради кадиллаков, ни ради созидания,
ни ради бессмертия. Просто жди. И поэзия родится сама.
2 Flies
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry that they are flies; it is not my fault; I sit in the room with them and they taunt me with their agony; it is as if they were loose chunks of soul left out of somewhere; I try to read a paper but they will not let me be; one seems to go in half-circles high along the wall, throwing a miserable sound upon my head; the other one, the smaller one stays near and teases my hand, saying nothing, rising, dropping crawling near; what god puts these lost things upon me? other men suffer dictates of empire, tragic love… I suffer insects… I wave at the little one which only seems to revive his impulse to challenge: he circles swifter, nearer, even making a fly-sound, and one above catching
a sense of the new whirling, he too, in excitement, speeds
his flight, drops down suddenly in a cuff of noise and they join in circling my hand, strumming the base of the lampshade until some man-thing in me will take no more unholiness and I strike with the rolled-up-paper - missing! - striking, striking, they break in discord, some
message lost between them, and I get the big one first, and
he kicks on his back flicking his legs like an angry whore, and I come down again with my paper club and he is a smear of fly-ugliness; the little one circles high now, quiet and swift, almost invisible; he does not come near my hand again; he is tamed and inaccessible; I leave him be, he leaves me be; the paper, of course, is ruined; something has happened, something
has soiled my day, sometimes it does not take man or a woman, only something alive; I sit and watch the small one; we are woven together in the air and the living; it is late for both of us.
-------------------------------------------- to taunt: [tO:nt] - насмехаться, говорить колкости
to
tease: [ti:z] - дразнить; поддразнивать; выпрашивать, домогаться;
начёсывать, взбивать (волосы); делать начёс или причёску с начёсом
to crawl: [krO:l] - ползать; медленно, с трудом продвигаться; кишеть; ощущать мурашки по телу
to
revive: [ri’vaiv] - оживать, приходить в себя (после обморока);
приводить в чувство; восстанавливать (силы, энергию); оживлять;
возрождать, воскрешать (в памяти); вновь пробуждать (чувства);
воскресать (о надеждах и т. п.); снова ставить на сцене
