quarta-feira, 27 de janeiro de 2010

A poem by Buk.

 Cause and Effect


the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand

why anybody
would ever want to
get away
from
them 



Charles Bukowski




Não sou muito fã de poesia. Mas as do Buk são diretas e sem aquelas metáforas e conotações, chatíssimas pra mim, geniais para os cultos.
Buk nunca foi um culto, nem nunca gostou deles. Então me indentifico com a poesia e com o próprio Hank.
Leio as coisas dele desde muito tempo e acho que já li QUASE tudo. Sempre o vi como uma pessoa com mais vontade de parar tudo e desistir do que viver e ver tudo. Diferente dos outros caras beat hippies e sei lá mais o que. 
E ele nunca teve vergonha nem pudor ao admitir isso. Admitir o desprezo pela vida em sociedade, pelas pessoas e pela falta de graça do seu dia a dia. 
Sinto que se tivesse a felicidade de trocar umas palavras com ele e viesse com uma mais ou menos assim: "as pessoas tem tanto medo e dificuldade de enxergar o vazio irremediável em que vivem, que as que fazem isso ou bebem pra aguentar, ou terminam com tudo logo o mais rápido possivel"...ele me responderia "yeah baby...that's for sure..."


 

terça-feira, 12 de janeiro de 2010

Thunder Road.

Redescobri essa música do Bruce, que me fez entender tudo que eu espero de certas coisas e situações. E aí que me deu vontade de deixa-la no repeat essa noite toda...e mais algumas.



The screen door slams
Mary's dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again
I just can't face myself alone again

Don't run back inside
darling you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night

You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me


You can hide `neath your covers
And study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now I'm no hero
That's understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl
Is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow

Hey what else can we do now
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow back your hair
Well the night's busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back
Heaven's waiting on down the tracks

Oh oh come take my hand
Riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road
oh Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run
Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold
Thunder Road


Well I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk
And my car's out back
If you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride it ain't free
And I know you're lonely
For words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free
All the promises'll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets


They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they're gone
On the wind, so Mary climb in
It's a town full of losers
And I'm pulling out of here to win.