martes, 1 de septiembre de 2009

"Reencuentro ácido-poético"




Andando por la poesía me he reencontrado con J. Kerouac. He recordado
pasados tiempos, siempre los he sentido ahí conmigo.
No es poesía fácil, pero si es de calidad, y mucha, 
para traerla hasta este blog.
La foto muestra al autor con el manuscrito de "On the road", 
escrito en un rollo de papel.

Mi amada que no quiere amarme...
Mi amada que no quiere amarme: 
Mi vida que no puede amarme:
Las seduzco a ambas.  

Ella con mis besos rotundos… 
(En la sonrisa de mi amada la aprobación del cosmos)
 La vida es mi arte…
 (Protección frente a la muerte) 
Así sin autorización vivo.  
(¡Qué desgraciada teodicea!)  

Uno no sabe— 
Uno desea—         
         Lo que es la suma.
                                         (Kerouac traducido por Ginsberg)

2 comentarios:

bixen dijo...

Willie Nelson

On the road again -
Just can't wait to get on the road again.
The life I love is making music with my friends

And I can't wait to get on the road again.
On the road again

Goin' places that I've never been.
Seein' things that I may never see again

And I can't wait to get on the road again.
On the road again -
Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends.
Insisting that the world keep turning our way

And our way
is on the road again.
Just can't wait to get on the road again.
The life I love is makin' music with my friends

And I can't wait to get on the road again.
On the road again

Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends

Insisting that the world keep turning our way

And our way
is on the road again.
Just can't wait to get on the road again.
The life I love is makin' music with my friends

And I can't wait to get on the road again.
And I can't wait to get on the road again.

bixen dijo...

Es country puro de Texas y creo que la penúltima del disco de Forrest Gump: cojonuda!