DIE BESTEN GEDICHTE DES CHARLES BUKOWSKI (TEIL 1): OLD MAN, DEAD IN A ROOM [MICKEY ROURKE IN „BARFLY“]

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DIE BESTEN GEDICHTE DES

CHARLES BUKOWSKI

(TEIL 1)

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OLD MAN, DEAD IN A ROOM

– MICKEY ROURKE IN „BARFLY“ –

 On the Set of

Dieses Ding über mir
wie eine Blume und ein Fest,
dieses Ding über mir
das kriecht wie eine Schlange;
es ist nicht der Tod,
aber sterben bricht seine Macht,
und wenn meine Hand
zum letzten Mal den Stift fallen läßt
in irgendeinem billigen Zimmer,
werden sie mich da finden
– nie kenn‘ ich
meinen Namen,
meinen Sinn,
noch den Wert
meiner Flucht.

On Set of the Film

This thing upon me is not death
but it’s as real
and as landlords full of maggots
pound for rent
I eat walnuts in the sheath
of my privacy
and listen for more important
drummers;
it’s as real, it’s as real
as the broken-boned sparrow
cat-mouthed, uttering
more than mere
miserable argument;
between my toes I stare
at clouds, at seas of gaunt
sepulcher…
and scratch my back
and form a vowel
as all my lovely women
(wives and lovers)
break into engines
into steam of sorrow
to be blown into eclipse;
bone is bone
but this thing upon me
as I tear the window shades
and walk caged rugs,
this thing upon me
like a flower and a feast,
believe me
is not death and is not
glory
and like Quixote’s windmills
makes a foe
turned by the heavens
against one man;
this thing upon me,
great god,
this thing upon me
crawling like a snake,
terrifying my love of commonness,
some call Art
some call Poetry;
it’s not death
but dying will solve its power
and as my grey hands
drop a last desperate pen
in some cheap room
they will find me there
and never know
my name
my meaning
nor the treasure
of my escape.

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