sobota, 22 października 2011

O pisaniu poezji

Jose Luis Peixoto

when i got tired of lying to myself

when i got tired of lying to myself,
i started writing a book of poetry.

it was two hours ago that i decided, but it was too
long ago that i started growing tired. fatigue
is a gradual skin like autumn. pause.

it rests slowly on the flesh, like leaves
on earth, and it ingrains it to the bone,
like the leaves ingrain the earth and touch
the death and become fertile at their side.

the city continues on the streets, the girls laugh,
but there's a secret that brews in silence.
it's the words, free, the books unwritten,
what will come in future seasons.

there's always hope at the bottom of the avenues.
but there are puddles of waters on the sidewalks. there's cold,
there's fatigue, there are two hours ago that i decided, autumn.

and my body doesn't want to lie, and what is
not my body, the time, knows that
i've many poems to write

Plan na najbliższy nadchodzący rok: wrócić do nauki portugalskiego :)

środa, 12 października 2011

Czasami z pogardą

Za każdym razem, kiedy tego słucham w wykonaniu Jacka Bończyka, mam normalne ciary...

I jeszcze jeden Bończyk... Mistrz piosenki aktorskiej :)

sobota, 8 października 2011

Leonard Cohen forever :)

Cohena zaczęłam słuchać w liceum. Pamiętam, że tłumaczyłam teksty jego piosenek na polski, starając się nie inspirować wersjami Zębatego, szukałam swoich metafor. Dziś tych tłumaczeń nie ma, zagubiły się w otchłaniach życiowych zmian i przeprowadzek. Świat w piosenkach Cohena mnie fascynował i inspirował w pewnym sensie - przez jakiś czas próbowałam nawet pisać podobnie jak on. Pamiętam też, że moja fascynacja trwała, dopóki nie pożyczyłam jego powieści z biblioteki. "Piękni przegrani" to już nie była moja bajka - była zbyt wulgarna jak na moją wrażliwość, miałam chyba nawet poczucie oszukania. W każdym razie zostały pieśni, do których często wracam, a wśród nich ta o Suzanne. Na drugim miejscu, gdybym miała wybierać, byłaby "Take this Waltz", a potem "If it be your will" (rewelacyjny cover jest w wykonaniu Anthony'ego), "Take this longing",. "Famous Blue Raincoat", "Bird on a wire", "I'm your man", "Hallelujah", "I tried to leave you", "Partisan", "Hey, that's no way to say goodbye", "Sisters of Mercy", "Dance me to the end of love"... i wiele, wiele innych.

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you're always been her lover

And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind

And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone

And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind

Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror

And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind

I uwielbiam też wiersz, melorecytację "A thousand kisses deep".

Don't matter if the road is long
Don't matter if it's steep
Don't matter if the moon is gone
And the darkness is complete
Don't matter if we lose our way
It's written that we'll meet
At least, that's what I heard you say
A thousand kisses deep

I loved you when you opened
Like a lily to the heat
You see, I'm just another snowman
Standing in the rain and sleet
Who loved you with his frozen love
His second hand physique
With all he is and all he was
A thousand kisses deep

I know you had to lie to me
I know you had to cheat
You learned it on your father's knee
And at your mother's feet
But did you have to fight your way
Across the burning street
When all our vital interests lay
A thousand kisses deep

I'm turning tricks
I'm getting fixed
I'm back on boogie street
I'd like to quit the business
But I'm in it, so to speak
The thought of you is peaceful
And the file on you complete
Except what I forgot to do
A thousand kisses deep

Don't matter if you're rich and strong
Don't matter if you're weak
Don't matter if you write a song
The nightingales repeat
Don't matter if it's nine to five
Or timeless and unique
You ditch your life to stay alive
A thousand kisses deep

The ponies run
The girls are young
The odds are there to beat
You win a while, and then it's done
Your little winning streak
And summon now to deal with your invincible defeat
You live your life as if it's real
A thousand kisses deep

I hear their voices in the wine
That sometimes did me seek
The band is playing Auld Lang Syne
But the heart will not retreat
There's no forsaking what you love
No existential leap
As witnessed here in time and blood
A thousand kisses deep