Who are you to wave your finger?
Ya' must have been out your head.
Eye hole deep in muddy waters.
You practically raised the dead.
Rob the grave, to snow the cradle.
Then burn the evidence down.
Soapbox, house of cards, and glass,
So don't go tossin' your stones around.
You must have been high.
You must have been high.
You must have been.
Foot in mouth, and head up asshole.
Whatcha talkin' 'bout?
Difficult to dance 'round this one
'til you pull it out, boy!
You must have been, so high.
You must have been, so high.
Steal, borrow, refer, save your shady inference.
kangaroo done hung the juror with the innocent.
Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo
Got lemon juice up in your...EYE!
When you pissed all over my black kettle
You must have been HIGH, HIGH
You must have been HIGH, HIGH
Who are you to wave your finger?
So full of it.
Eyeballs deep in muddy waters
Fuckin' hypocrite.
Liar, lawyer, mirror, show me.
What's the difference?
kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent.
NOW!!
You'll weep or, change the cozened indigo.
Got lemon juice up in your high eye.
When you pissed all over my black kettle
You musta been!
So who are you to wave your finger?
Who are you to wave your fatty finger at me?
You must, have been, out your, mind!
Weepin' shades of indigo
Shed without a reason
Weepin' shades of indigo
Liar, lawyer,
Mirror for ya,
What's the difference?
kangaroo be stoned
He's guilty as the government
NOW!!
Will you weep or, change the cozened indigo
Got lemon juice up in your, EYE!!
EYE!!
Now when you pissed all over my black kettle.
You musta been HIGH, HIGH, HIGH, HIGH.
Eyeballs deep in muddy waters
Your balls deep in muddy waters.
Ganja, please, you must have been out your MIND!!!!
["Kangaroo" refers to "kangaroo courts", which were mock courts established to prove people guilty without a fair trial or any real evidence - most of the court cases dealt with marijuana users]
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16.12.07
The Pot - Tool
12.12.07
Cómo ser un gran escritor (Por Charles Bukowski)
bellas mujeres
y escribir unos pocos poemas de amor decentes.
Y no te preocupes por la edad
y/o los nuevos talentos.
Sólo tomá más cerveza
más y más cerveza.
Y andá al hipódromo al menos una vez
a la semana.
Y ganá
si es posible.
Aprender a ganar es difícil
cualquier boludo puede ser un buen perdedor.
Y no olvides tu Brahms
y tu Bach y tu
cerveza.
No te sobreexijas.
Dormí hasta el mediodía.
Evitá las tarjetas de crédito
o pagar cualquier cosa
en término.
Acordate que no hay un pedazo de culo
en este mundo que valga más de 50 dólares
(en 1977).
Y si tenés la capacidad de amar
amate a vos mismo primero
pero siempre sé consciente de la posibilidad de
la total derrota
más allá de que las razones de esa derrota
parezcan buenas o malas.
Un sabor temprano de la muerte no es necesariamente
una mala cosa.
Quedate afuera de las iglesias y los bares y los museos
y como la araña sé
paciente
el tiempo es la cruz de todos
más
el exilio
la derrota
la traición.
Toda esa basura.
Quedate con la cerveza.
La cerveza es sangre continua.
Una amante continua.
Conseguí una máquina de escribir grande
y mientras los pasos van y vienen
más allá de tu ventana.
Dale a esa cosa
dale duro.
Hacé de eso una pelea de peso pesado.
Hacé como el toro en la primera embestida.
Y recordá a los perros viejos
que pelearon tan bien: Hemingway, Celine, Dostoievsky, Hamsun.
Si pensás que no se volvieron locos
en habitaciones minúsculas
como te está pasando a vos ahora
sin mujeres
sin comida
sin esperanza.
Entonces no estás listo.
Tomá más cerveza
hay tiempo
y si no hay
está bien
igual.
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How to be a great writer
You’ve got to fuck a great many women
beautiful women
and write a few decent love poems.
And don’t worry about age
and/or freshly-arrived talents.
Just drink more beer
more and more beer.
And attend the racetrack at least once
a week.
And win
if possible.
Learning to win is hard
any slob can be a good loser.
And don’t forget your Brahms
and your Bach and your
beer.
Don’t overexercise.
Sleep until noon.
Avoid credit cards
or paying for anything on
time.
Remember that there isn’t a piece of ass
in this world worth over $50
(in 1977).
And if you have the ability to love
love yourself first
but always be aware of the possibility of
total defeat
wheter the reason for that defeat
seems right or wrong.
An early taste of death is not necessarily
a bad thing.
Stay out of churches and bars and museums
and like the spider be
patient
time is everybody’s cross
plus
exile
defeat
treachery.
All that dross.
Stay with the beer.
Beer is continuous blood.
A continuous lover.
Get a large typewriter
and as the footsteps go up and down
outside your window.
Hit that thing
hit it hard.
Make it a heavyweight fight.
Make it the bull when he first charges in.
And remember the old dogs
who fought so well: Hemingway, Celine, Dostoievsky, Hamsun.
If you think they didn’t go crazy
in tiny rooms
just like you’re doing now
without women
without food
without hope.
Then you’re not ready.
Drink more beer
there’s time
and if there’s not
that’s all right
too.
3.12.07
Elogio del olvido (José Luis García Martín)
manchar con torpes trazos la blancura
deslumbrante, impoluta, de la nada?
¿A qué este vano empeño de ir dejando señales,
de escribir en la arena, a resguardo del viento,
las triviales miserias que conforman tu vida?
Sobre las tercas líneas que dibujan un rostro
ha de pasar la mano piadosa de los años
borrando letras, sílabas, palabras sin sentido.
El papel en que escribes volverá a estar en blanco.
¿Y habrá dicha mayor que no haber sido?
28.11.07
In Bloom (Nirvana)
Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again
Reproductive glands
He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
and I say
He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
and I say yeeeaaahhh
We can have some more
Nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit
Tender age in bloom
He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he know not what it means
know not what it means
and I say
He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he know not what it means
know not what it means
and I say yeeeaaahhh
He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
and I say
He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
Knows not what it means and I say yeeeaaahhh
25.11.07
Estallando desde el océano (Sumo)
She had my head on a plate
With her sweet and sour sauce
She was riding in her car
I was riding on my horse
Neck and neck along the road
Well, I have nothing left to hide
So, what a heck
Firefly cars, women rushing past
The road was long and the race was fast
Gradually I fell behind
It was the blind leading the blind
It was the blin leading the blind
Over the hills, over the prairies
Down inthe pampa, up in the tundra
And in Paris in spring. And in old Pekin
And in Katmandu. And in Xanadu
I'm bursting out of the ocean
I'm bursting out of the ocean
Uh,Uh, it was another gas station
Uh,Uh, it was another you
Uh,Uh, it was another gas station
Uh,Uh, it was another you, and that's true
Babe, that's true and that's true
Gimme this and gimme that
I've got no need for your bipperty,
Bipperty, bipperty
Just my horse and me
Just my horse and me
And in Timbuktu (what?)
I'm busrting out of the ocean
I'm bursting out of the ocean
I'm bursting out of the ocean
I'm bursting out of the ocean
Shoot out
Burst out.
20.11.07
Respuestas (Marguerite Yourcenar)
-¿Qué tienes para consolar la tumba,
Corazón insolente, corazón en rebeldía?
El fruto maduro pesa y se desprende .
¿Qué tienes para consolar la tumba?
-Tengo el caudal de haber sido.
-¿Qué tienes para soportar la vida,
Corazón loco, corazón pronto al hastío?
Corazón sin esperanza y sin deseo,
¿Qué tienes para soportar la vida?
-Piedad, por lo que ha de pasar.
-¿Qué tienes para despreciar a los hombres,
Corazón duro, corazón rompible?
¿Qué tienes para despreciar a los hombres?
¿Qué eres más de lo que somos?
-Capaz de despreciarme.