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Title: Charles Bukowski
Post by: σα(ρε)μαλι on 16 Nov, 2006, 13:14:15
 Henry Charles Bukowski,  (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Bukowski) (born Heinrich Karl Bukowski; August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994) was an American poet, novelist and short story writer. His writing was influenced by the social, cultural and economic ambience of his home city of Los Angeles. It is marked by an emphasis on the ordinary lives of poor Americans, the act of writing, alcohol, relationships with women and the drudgery of work. Bukowski wrote thousands of poems, hundreds of short stories and six novels, eventually publishing over sixty books. In 1986 Time called Bukowski a "laureate of American lowlife". Regarding Bukowski's enduring popular appeal, Adam Kirsch of The New Yorker wrote, "the secret of Bukowski’s appeal. . . [is that] he combines the confessional poet’s promise of intimacy with the larger-than-life aplomb of a pulp-fiction hero."

(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/e2/Charles_Bukowski_smoking.jpg)
Charles Bukowski (born Heinrich Karl Bukowski)

Poems published in Translatum:

— 16-bit Intel 8088 chip (https://www.translatum.gr/forum/index.php?topic=5879.msg62875#msg62875)
— Blue Moon, oh bleweeww mooooon how I adore you! (https://www.translatum.gr/forum/index.php?topic=5879.msg39459#msg39459)
— Μy father (https://www.translatum.gr/forum/index.php?topic=5879.msg99237#msg99237)
— Μy father and the bum (https://www.translatum.gr/forum/index.php?topic=5879.msg99239#msg99239)
— Nothing is as effective as defeat (https://www.translatum.gr/forum/index.php?topic=5879.msg39464#msg39464)
— The Crunch (https://www.translatum.gr/forum/index.php?topic=5879.msg339096#msg339096)
— The red Porsche (https://www.translatum.gr/forum/index.php?topic=5879.msg415596#msg415596)
— Throwing away the alarm clock (https://www.translatum.gr/forum/index.php?topic=5879.msg99242#msg99242)
— The Laughing Heart (https://www.translatum.gr/forum/index.php?topic=5879.msg698288#msg698288)


Index of world poetry (https://www.translatum.gr/forum/index.php?topic=54630.0)
Title: Charles Bukowski: Blue Moon, oh bleweeww mooooon how I adore you!
Post by: σα(ρε)μαλι on 16 Nov, 2006, 13:33:54
Charles Bukowski: Blue Moon, oh bleweeww mooooon how I adore you!

I care for you, darling, I love you,
the only reason I fucked L. is because you fucked
Z. and then I fucked R. and you fucked N.
and because you fucked N. I had to fuck
Y. But I think of you constantly, I feel you
here in my belly like a baby, love I'd call it,
no matter what happens I'd call it love, and so
you fucked C. and then before I could move
you fucked W., so then I had to fuck D. But
I want you to know that I love you, I think of you
constantly, I don't think I've ever loved anybody
like I love you.

bow wow bow wow wow
bow wow bow wow wow.

Από τη συλλογή:
Play the Piano Drunk
Like a Percussion Instrument Until The Fingers Begin To Bleed a Bit
Title: Charles Bukowski: Nothing is as effective as defeat
Post by: σα(ρε)μαλι on 16 Nov, 2006, 13:53:36
Charles Bukowski: Nothing is as effective as defeat

always carry a notebook with you
wherever you go, he said,
and don't drink too much, drinking dulls
the sensibilities,
attend readings, note breath pauses,
and when you read
always understate
underplay, the crowd is smarter than you
might think,
and when you write something
put it in a drawer for two weeks,
then take it out and look
at it, and revise, revise,
REVISE again and again,
tighten lines like bolts holding the span
of a 5 mile bridge,
and keep a notebook by your bed,
you will get thoughts during the night
and these thoughts will vanish and be wasted
unless you notate them.
and don't drink, any fool can
drink, we are men of
letters.


for a guy who couldn't write at all
he was about like the rest
of them: he could sure
talk about
it.

Από τη συλλογή:
Play the Piano Drunk
Like a Percussion Instrument Until The Fingers Begin To Bleed a Bit
Title: Charles Bukowski, 16-bit Intel 8088 chip
Post by: on 19 Mar, 2007, 00:49:03
16-bit Intel 8088 chip
     
with an Apple Macintosh
you can't run Radio Shack programs
in its disc drive.
nor can a Commodore 64
drive read a file
you have created on an
IBM Personal Computer.
both Kaypro and Osborne computers use
the CP/M operating system
but can't read each other's
handwriting
for they format (write
on) discs in different
ways.
the Tandy 2000 runs MS-DOS but
can't use most programs produced for
the IBM Personal Computer
unless certain
bits and bytes are
altered
but the wind still blows over
Savannah
and in the Spring
the turkey buzzard struts and
flounces before his
hens.

Aileron Vol. 6 No. 1 - 1985
You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense - page 103 (1986)
Title: Re: Charles Bukowski
Post by: stathis on 19 Mar, 2007, 00:52:22
Μπάρμαν, άλλο ένα στην κυρία από μένα!
:)
Title: Re: Charles Bukowski
Post by: billberg23 on 19 Mar, 2007, 02:31:31
Kι' από μένα, στην σειρά μου!
Title: Charles Bukowski, My father
Post by: stathis on 13 Oct, 2007, 13:46:37
Ψάχνοντας ένα άλλο ποίημα του Μπουκόφσκι, έπεσα στο παρακάτω. Ίσως ακολουθήσουν κι άλλα.

My father

was a truly amazing man
he pretended to be
rich
even though we lived on beans and mush and weenies
when we sat down to eat, he said,
“not everybody can eat like this.”

and because he wanted to be rich or because he actually
thought he was rich
he always voted Republican
and he voted for Hoover against Roosevelt
and he lost
and then he voted for Alf Landon against Roosevelt
and he lost again
saying, “I don’t know what this world is coming to,
now we’ve got that god damned Red in there again
and the Russians will be in our backyard next!”

I think it was my father who made me decide to
become a bum.
I decided that if a man like that wants to be rich
then I want to be poor.

and I became a bum.
I lived on nickles and dimes and in cheap rooms and
on park benches.
I thought maybe the bums knew something.
but I found out that most of the bums wanted to be
rich too.
they had just failed at that.

so caught between my father and the bums
I had no place to go
and I went there fast and slow.
never voted Republican
never voted.

buried him
like an oddity of the earth
like a hundred thousand oddities
like millions of other oddities,
wasted.
Title: Charles Bukowski, Μy father and the bum
Post by: stathis on 13 Oct, 2007, 13:52:34
Με αφορμή τον πατέρα και πάλι...

Μy father and the bum

my father believed in work.
he was proud to have a
job.
sometimes he didn't have a
job and then he was very
ashamed.
he'd be so ashamed that he'd
leave the house in the morning
and then come back in the evening
so the neighbors wouldn't
know.

me,
I liked the man next door:
he just sat in a chair in
his back yard and threw darts
at some circles he had painted
on the side of his garage.
in Los Angeles in 1930
he had a wisdom that
Goethe, Hegel, Kierkegaard,
Nietzsche, Freud,
Jaspers, Heidegger and
Toynbee would find hard
to deny.

(https://www.translatum.gr/forum/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fimg66.imageshack.us%2Fimg66%2F965%2Fpoem19750906myfatherandsm4.jpg&hash=a61be6631230181834848ef706b1b7ce6a5c049d)
Title: Charles Bukowski, Throwing away the alarm clock
Post by: stathis on 13 Oct, 2007, 14:14:46
Επιτέλους, το βρήκα. :))
Αν και δεν έχω διαβάσει πάρα πολλά ποιήματα του Μπουκόφσκι μέχρι στιγμής, αυτό είναι ίσως το απόλυτα αγαπημένο μου, για εντελώς προσωπικούς λόγους.

Throwing away the alarm clock

My father always said, "early to
bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise".

it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our
house and we were up at dawn to
the smell of coffee, frying bacon and scrambled eggs.

my father followed this general
routine for a lifetime and died
young, broke, and, I think, not too wise.

taking note, I rejected his advice
and it became to me, late to bed and late to rise.

now, I'm not saying I've conquered
the world but I've avoided
numberless early traffic jams,
bypassed some common pitfalls
and have met some strange,
wonderful people

one of whom was myself - someone my father never knew.
Title: Re: Charles Bukowski, Μy father and the bum
Post by: Αλ. on 13 Oct, 2007, 14:36:39
Με αφορμή τον πατέρα και πάλι...

Μy father and the bum
sometimes he didn't have a
job and then he was very
ashamed.
he'd be so ashamed that he'd
leave the house in the morning
and then come back in the evening
so the neighbors wouldn't
know.

Εδώ ο Γαλλικός κινηματογράφος συναντά τον Bukwoski ή και το αντίθετο, αν μαζί με το  neighbours προσθέσεις και το family...
Title: Charles Bukowski, Μy father and the bum
Post by: stathis on 13 Oct, 2007, 15:02:55
Εδώ ο Γαλλικός κινηματογράφος συναντά τον Bukwoski ή και το αντίθετο, αν μαζί με το  neighbours προσθέσεις και το family...
Ρε Βατ, ίδρωσα να καταλάβω σε τι αναφέρεσαι! Τι ψυχαναγκασμός κι αυτός με το μυστήριο... :)

Σοβαρά τώρα, έκανα κι εγώ την ίδια σκέψη με σένα, αν και θα ήταν πιο ακριβές να πούμε ότι η ζωή αντιγράφει την τέχνη.

Υποσημείωση στα παραπάνω:
Ο Βατ αναφέρεται στην απίστευτη ιστορία του Jean-Claude Romand (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean-Claude_Romand), η οποία έχει εμπνεύσει τρεις κινηματογραφικές ταινίες (αν και, απ' όσο ξέρω, μόνο το  L' adversaire και το  L' emploi du temps έχουν παιχτεί στην Ελλάδα).
Title: Charles Bukowski, Throwing away the alarm clock
Post by: user4 on 13 Oct, 2007, 16:33:57

and have met some strange,
wonderful people

one of whom was myself - someone my father never knew.

Υπέροχο, Στάθη, ευχαριστώ...
Title: Charles Bukowski, Μy father and the bum
Post by: Αλ. on 13 Oct, 2007, 17:58:16
Ρε Βατ, ίδρωσα να καταλάβω σε τι αναφέρεσαι! Τι ψυχαναγκασμός κι αυτός με το μυστήριο... :)
Ήταν ιδανικά σκηνοθετημένο το μήνυμά μου για να σας δώσει πάσα να ξεδιπλώσετε τις γνώσεις σας...
Η γενική αναφορά στον γαλλικό κινηματογράφο έγινε γιατί δεν υπήρχε μια ταινία μόνο...
Ακόμα και ο Ελεύθερος ωραρίου (L' emploi du temps) -περιμένω τα σχόλια των γαλλομαθών περί της απόδοσης του τίτλου- έχει περισσότερες εκδοχές.
Με βάση τις πληροφορίες από τη wikipedia ο πρωταγωνιστής αυτής της πρακτικής χαρακτηρίζεται ως impostor...για τον οποίο είχαμε συζητήσει ξανά
εδώ (https://www.translatum.gr/forum/index.php?topic=7770.0), όπου φαινόταν να υπάρχει διάσταση στην έννοια της λέξης ανάμεσα στην καθημερινή και την επιστημονική της χρήση...
Title: Charles Bukowski, the red porsche
Post by: Frederique on 09 May, 2011, 19:52:31
Charles Bukowski: the red porsche

it feels good
to be driven about in a red
porsche
by a woman better-
read than I
am.
it feels good
to be driven about in a red
porsche
by a woman who can explain
things about
classical
music to
me.

it feels good
to be driven about in a red
porsche
by a woman who buys
things for my refrigerator
and my
kitchen:
cherries, plums, lettuce, celery,
green onions, brown onions,
eggs, muffins, long
chilis, brown sugar,
wine vinegar, pompeian olive oil
and red
radishes.

I like being driven about
in a red porsche
while I smoke cigarettes in
gentle languor.


I'm lucky. I've always been
lucky:
even when I was starving to death
the bands were playing for
me.
but the red porsche is very nice
and she is
too, and
I've learned to feel good when
I feel good.


it's better to be driven around in a
red porsche
than to own
one. the luck of the fool is
inviolate.

Από τη συλλογή:
Play the Piano Drunk
Like a Percussion Instrument Until The Fingers Begin To Bleed a Bit
Title: Charles Bukowski, The Crunch
Post by: crystal on 29 Dec, 2011, 15:25:38
Charles Bukowski, 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."


This poem was published in Love is a Dog From Hell.
Title: Re: Charles Bukowski
Post by: spiros on 13 Mar, 2016, 21:48:14
The Genius of the Crowd by Charles Bukowski

The Genius Of The Crowd - Charles Bukowski - YouTube (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sbn1_2nHQVA)

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach love do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art
https://books.google.gr/books?id=9fhTHqDJWtwC&pg=PA148&lpg=PA148&dq=those+who+preach+god,+need+god+those+who+preach+peace+do+not+have+peace&source=bl&ots=dzBvyFyL8C&sig=K3UnA7uOJi2OlnSIHhlzX2NqBck&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwj629zcur7LAhUBxRQKHebZAr4Q6AEIJDAC#v=onepage&q=those%20who%20preach%20god%2C%20need%20god%20those%20who%20preach%20peace%20do%20not%20have%20peace&f=false
Title: Re: Charles Bukowski
Post by: spiros on 13 Mar, 2016, 22:08:33
Θάνος Ανεστόπουλος - Η ιδιοφυΐα του πλήθους (Charles Bukowski) (28-5-2013) - YouTube (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dqu2zQa8GrE)

Υπάρχει αρκετή πανουργία, μίσος, βία και παραλογισμός στο μέσο άνθρωπο που αρκεί για να προμηθεύσει οποιονδήποτε στρατό μια οποιαδήποτε μέρα,
και οι καλύτεροι στο φόνο είναι αυτοί που κηρύττουν εναντίον του,
και οι καλύτεροι στο μίσος είναι αυτοί που κηρύττουν αγάπη,
και οι καλύτεροι στον πόλεμο είναι τελικά αυτοί που κηρύττουν ειρήνη...
Eκείνοι που κηρύττουν Θεό, χρειάζονται Θεό.
Eκείνοι που κηρύττουν ειρήνη, δεν έχουν ειρήνη.
Eκείνοι που κηρύττουν αγάπη, δεν έχουν αγάπη.

Προσοχή στους κήρυκες.
Προσοχή στους γνώστες.
Προσοχή σ' εκείνους που όλο διαβάζουν βιβλία.
Προσοχή σ' εκείνους που είτε απεχθάνονται τη φτώχεια,
είτε είναι περήφανοι γι' αυτήν.
Προσοχή σ' εκείνους που βιάζονται να επαινέσουν
γιατί θα θέλουν επαίνους για αντάλλαγμα.
Προσοχή σ' εκείνους που βιάζονται να κρίνουν,
φοβούνται αυτά που δεν ξέρουν.

Προσοχή σ' εκείνους που αναζητούν τα πλήθη,
γιατί είναι ένα τίποτα μόνοι τους.
Προσοχή στο μέσο άντρα. Τη μέση γυναίκα.
Προσοχή στην αγάπη τους, η αγάπη τους είναι μέτρια
αναζητά το μέτριο.
Αλλά υπάρχει ιδιοφυΐα στο μίσος τους,
υπάρχει αρκετή ιδιοφυΐα στο μίσος τους για να σας σκοτώσει,
να σκοτώσει τον καθένα.

Δεν αντέχουν τη μοναξιά,
δεν καταλαβαίνουν τη μοναξιά.
Θα προσπαθήσουν να καταστρέψουν οτιδήποτε...
Oτιδήποτε διαφοροποιείται απ τα δικά τους μέτρα.
Ανίκανοι όπως είναι να δημιουργήσουν Τέχνη
ανίκανοι είναι και να την καταλάβουν
θα εκλάβουν την αποτυχία τους ως δημιουργών μόνο ως αποτυχία του κόσμου συνολικά.

Ανίκανοι όπως ειναι να αγαπήσουν πλήρως
θα θεωρήσουν και τη δική σας αγάπη ελλειπή
και θα σας μισήσουν γι' αυτό
και το μίσος τους θα είναι τέλειο
Όπως ένα αστραφτερό διαμάντι
όπως ένα μαχαίρι,
όπως ένα βουνό,
όπως μια τίγρη,
όπως το δηλητήριο...
Η πιο τελειοποιημένη Τέχνη τους.

Η Ιδιοφυΐα του πλήθους, του Τσαρλς Μπουκόφσκι | TVXS - TV Χωρίς Σύνορα (http://tvxs.gr/news/%CE%AC%CE%BB%CE%BB%CE%B5%CF%82-%CF%84%CE%AD%CF%87%CE%BD%CE%B5%CF%82/%CE%B7-%CE%B4%CE%B9%CE%AC%CE%BD%CE%BF%CE%B9%CE%B1-%CF%84%CE%B7%CF%82-%CE%BC%CE%AC%CE%B6%CE%B1%CF%82-%CF%84%CE%BF%CF%85-%CF%84%CF%83%CE%B1%CF%81%CE%BB%CF%82-%CE%BC%CF%80%CE%BF%CF%85%CE%BA%CE%BF%CF%86%CF%83%CE%BA%CE%B9)
Title: Re: Charles Bukowski
Post by: spiros on 02 Jan, 2017, 12:22:31
Charles Bukowski, The Laughing Heart

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ix4xSzkqwhk
Title: Charles Bukowski
Post by: spiros on 21 Mar, 2019, 12:45:56
The Unblinking Grief

You are much more than simply dead
I am a dish for your ashes
I am a fist for your vanished air
the most terrible thing about life
is finding it gone
Title: Charles Bukowski
Post by: spiros on 03 Apr, 2020, 19:38:11
The Pleasures of the Damned
Charles Bukowski

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CQIl0P4piQ

Invent yourself and then reinvent yourself,
don't swim in the same slough.
invent yourself and then reinvent yourself and
stay out of the clutches of mediocrity.

invent yourself and then reinvent yourself,
change your tone and shape so often that they can never categorize you.

reinvigorate yourself and
accept what is
but only on the terms that you have invented
and reinvented.

be self-taught.

and reinvent your life because you must;
it is your life and
its history
and the present
belong only to
you.