sábado, 9 de fevereiro de 2013

Uma outra forma de ler Bukowski. Hoje com "The man with the beautiful eyes"

Inicio um ciclo que vai dar a conhecer Charles Bukowski de outra forma... Através de short stories  e poemas narrados. 

Começamos esta série com The man with the beautiful eyes. Uma animação levada a cabo por Jonathan Hodgson, com vozes de Peter Blegvad e Louis Schendler. Num belo poema... 


The Man With The Beautiful Eyes 

When we were kids 
there was a strange house 
all the shades were 
always 
drawn 
and we never heard voices 
in there 
and the yard was full of 
bamboo 
and we liked to play in 
the bamboo 
pretend we were 
Tarzan 
(although there was no 
Jane) 
and there was a 
fish pond 
a large one 
full of the 
fattest goldfish 
you ever saw 
and they were 
tame. 
They came to the 
surface of the water 
and took pieces of 
bread 
from our hands. 

Our parents had 
told us: 
" never go near that 
house" 
so, of course, 
we went. 

We wondered if anybody 
lived there. 
Weeks went by and we 
never saw 
anybody. 

Then one day 
we heard 
a voice 
from the house 
" YOU GOD DAMNED 
WHORE!" 

It was a mans 
voice. 
Then the screen 
door 
of the house was 
flung open 
and the man 
walked out. 

He was holding a 
fifth of whiskey 
in his right 
hand. 
He was about 
30. 
He had a cigar 
in his 
mouth, 
needed a 
shave. 
His hair was 
wild and 
uncombed 
and he was 
barefoot. 
In undershirt 
and pants 
but his eyes 
were 
bright 
they BLAZED 
with brightness 
and he said, 
"hey, little 
gentleman, 
having a good 
time, I 
hope?" 

Then he gave a 
little laugh 
and walked 
back into the 
house. 

We left, 
went back to my 
parents yard 
and thought 
about it. 

Our parents, 
we decided 
had wanted us 
to stay away 
from there 
because they 
never wanted us 
to see a man 
like 
that, 
a strong natural 
man 
with 
beautiful 
eyes. 

Our parents 
were ashamed 
that they were 
not 
like that 
man, 
thats why they 
wanted us to stay 
away. 

But 
we went back 
to that house 
and the bamboo 
and the tame 
goldfish. 
We went back 
many times 
for many 
weeks 
but we never 
saw 
or heard 
the man 
again. 

The shades were 
down 
as always 
and it was 
quiet. 

Then one day 
as we came back from 
school 
we saw the 
house. 

It had burned 
down, 
there was nothing 
left, 
just a smoldering 
twisted black 
foundation 
and we went to 
the fish pond 
and there was 
no water 
in it 
and the fat 
orange goldfish 
were dead 
there, 
drying out. 

We went back to 
my parents yard 
and talked about 
it 
and decided that 
our parents had 
burned their 
house down, 
had killed 
them 
had killed the 
goldfish 
because it was 
all too 
beautiful, 
even the bamboo 
forest had 
burned. 

They had been 
afraid of 
the man with the 
beautiful 
eyes. 

And 
we were afraid 
than 
that 
all throughout our lives 
things like that 
would happen, 
that nobody 
wanted 
anybody 
to be 
strong and 
beautiful 
like that, 
that 
others would never 
allow it, 
and that 
many people 
would have to 
die.

1 comentário:

  1. Gostei muito! Obrigada por este bela pausa no meu trabalho. Bom fim-de-semana...

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