20 Mayıs, 2008

Doğum Günü Hediyesi


Dün doğum günümdü.

Aşağıdaki şiir de bir arkadaşımın hediyesi. Her ne kadar Bukowski'nin eserlerinden pek hazzetmesem de, koyuyorum buraya. Şöyle de bir not düşmüş hediyesinin altına: “Ekteki şiirin bazı yerleri öylesine sana ait ki, beğenirsin diye düşündüm.” İyi düşünmüşsün.



Friends Within The Darkness

I can remember starving in a
small room in a strange city
shades pulled down, listening to
classical music
I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife
inside
because there was no alternative except to hide as long
as possible--
not in self-pity but with dismay at my limited chance:
trying to connect.

the old composers -- Mozart, Bach, Beethoven,
Brahms were the only ones who spoke to me and
they were dead.

finally, starved and beaten, I had to go into
the streets to be interviewed for low-paying and
monotonous
jobs
by strange men behind desks
men without eyes men without faces
who would take away my hours
break them
piss on them.

now I work for the editors the readers the
critics

but still hang around and drink with
Mozart, Bach, Brahms and the
Bee
some buddies
some men
sometimes all we need to be able to continue alone
are the dead
rattling the walls
that close us in.
.

2 yorum:

  1. Hangi kısımları öylesine sana ait?

    YanıtlaSil
  2. Finally diyerek başlayan üçüncü bölümün başı hariç hepsi sanırım Seyyarat :) Hoşgeldin.

    YanıtlaSil

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