Аллен Гинзберг в переводах Михаила Гунина - страница 5
that impress? What failure to be perfect prophet's made up here? I dream of
my kindness to T.S. Eliot wanting to be a historical poet and share in his
finance of Imagery- overambitious dream of eccentric boy. God forbid my evil
dreams come true. Last nite I dreamed of Allen Ginsberg. T.S. Eliot would've
been ashamed of me.
Under The World There's A Lot Of Ass A Lot Of Cunt
a lot of mouths and cocks, under the world there's a lot of come, and a lot
of saliva dripping into brooks, There's a lot of Shit under the world,
flowing beneath cities into rivers, a lot of urine floating under the world,
a lot of snot in the world's industrial nostrils, sweat under world's iron
arm, blood gushing out of the world's breast, endless lakes of tears, seas
of sick vomit rushing between the hemispheres floating towards Sargasso, old
oily rags and brake fluids, human gasoline- Under the world there's pain,
fractured thighs, napalm burning in black hair, phosphorus eating elbows to
bone insectiside contaminating oceantide, plastic dolls floating across
Atlantic, Toy soldiers crowding the Pacific, B-52 bombers choking jungle air
with vaportrails and brilliant flares
Robot drones careening over rice terraces dropping cluster grenades,
plastic pellets spray into flesh,
dragontooth mines & jellied fires fall on straw roofs and water buffalos,
perforating village huts with barbed shrapnel, trenchpits filled with
fuel-gas-poisen'd explosive powders- Under the world there's broken skulls,
crushed feet, cut eyeballs,
severed fingers, slashed jaws,
Dysentry, homeless millions, tortured hearts, empty souls.
We Rise On Sun Beams And Fall In The Night
Dawn's orb orange-raw shining over Palisades bare crowded branches bush up
from marshes- New Jersey with my father riding automobile highway to Newark
Airport- Empire State's spire, horned buildingtops, Manhattan rising as in
W. C. Williams' eyes between wire trestles- trucks sixwheeled steady
rolling overpass beside New York- I am here tiny under sun rising in vast
white sky, staring thru skeleton new buildings, with pen in hand awake…
Hum Bom!
Whom bomb? We bomb them! Whom bomb? We bomb them! Whom bomb? We bomb them!
Whom bomb? We bomb them!
Whom bomb? You bomb you! Whom bomb? You bomb you! Whom bomb? You bomb you!
Whom bomb? You bomb you!
What do we do? Who do we bomb? What do we do? Who do we bomb? What do we do?
Who do we bomb? What do we do? Who do we bomb?
What do we do? You bomb! You bomb them! What do we do? You bomb! You bomb
them! What do we do? We bomb! We bomb them! What do we do? We bomb! We bomb
them!
Whom bomb? We bomb you! Whom bomb? We bomb you! Whom bomb? You bomb you!
Whom bomb? You bomb you!
Autumn Leaves
At 66, just learning how to take care of my body Wake cheerful 8 a.m. &
write in a notebook rising from my bed side naked leaving a naked boy asleep
by the wall mix miso mushroom leeks & winter squash breakfast, Check
bloodsugar, clean teeth exactly, brush, toothpick, floss, mouthwash oil my
feet, put on white shirt white pants white sox sit solitary by the sink a
moment before brushing my hair, happy not yet to be a corpse.
Death & Fame
When I die
I don't care what happens to my body
throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East River
bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel Cemetery
But l want a big funeral
St. Patrick's Cathedral, St. Mark's Church, the largest synagogue in
Manhattan
First, there's family, brother, nephews, spry aged Edith stepmother 96, Aunt
Honey from old Newark,
Doctor Joel, cousin Mindy, brother Gene one eyed one ear'd, sister-in-law
blonde Connie, five nephews, stepbrothers & sisters their grandchildren,
companion Peter Orlovsky, caretakers Rosenthal & Hale, Bill Morgan —
Next, teacher Trungpa Vajracharya's ghost mind, Gelek Rinpoche, there
Sakyong
Mipham, Dalai Lama alert, chance visiting America, Satchitananda Swami
Shivananda, Dehorahava Baba, Karmapa XVI, Dudjom Rinpoche, Katagiri &
Suzuki Roshi's phantoms
Baker, Whalen, Daido Loorie, Qwong, Frail White-haired Kapleau Roshis, Lama