你们不知道爱情是什么
（某夜听查尔斯·布可夫斯基演讲）
翻译：黍黎释
你们不知道爱情是什么，布可夫斯基说。
瞧我都五十一岁了
我爱上了这样一个小娘们
我常乐而忘返她常耿耿于怀
你们知道这我已习以为常了
我爱她们深蚀骨髓她们却见异思迁
她们想尽办法离开我
最后都回到我身边
除了我甩掉的那一个
她们都回到我身边
为她我曾泣不成声
那时我动不动就想哭
你们别再让我喝烈酒了
我会不能自已的
我能坐在这儿喝着啤酒
整夜和你们畅谈
我能喝十夸脱这样的啤酒
跟水一样，喝完半点事没有
谁再让我喝烈酒
我将把他扔到窗外
不管是谁
我曾干过这事的
那是你们不知道爱情是什么
你们不知道，那是因为你们没爱过
就是这么简单
我爱的这个小娘们长得漂亮
常叫我布可夫斯基
布可夫斯基，她低声细语
我说干嘛啊
你们不知道爱情是什么
我就告诉你们爱情是什么
但你们听不进去
这屋子里没一个人想听
你们认为爱情就是冲上去
像同性恋一样搞她们的屁股
过去我认为读诗是一种羞耻
瞧我都五十一岁了，也见过世面了
我知道他们也是这种德性
我经常扪心自问:布可夫斯基
比起他们，挨饿更是一种羞耻
因此在座的各位，他们没啥可喜欢的
尤其是那个叫高尔韦·金内尔家伙
我在杂志上见过他
长着一张英俊的脸
而且他还是个老师
天啊你们可以想象
如果你们也是老师
我侮辱过你们
我没听过他
以及关于他的一切
他们全都是白蚁
也许是我自负，我没读过他们的诗
但是这些人凭着五六本诗集
而小有名堂
真是一群白蚁啊
布可夫斯基，她问我
为什么你整天听古典音乐
你们听她说过没：“布可夫斯基，为什么你整天听古典音乐”
这是不是让你们感到吃惊
你们是否认为像我这样的混蛋
不该整天听古典音乐
勃拉姆斯、拉赫玛尼诺夫、巴托克、泰勒曼
妈的，在这里我真无法安心写作
这里树太多安静的可怕
我喜欢呆在城市那里适合我
每早坐在打字机前放着古典音乐
像现在这样点支雪茄抽起来
我说布可夫斯基，你是个幸运儿
布可夫斯基你所有事都能逢凶化吉
你是个幸运儿
烟雾在桌子上袅袅升腾
透过窗户望着德隆普雷大街
看街上来往的人群
像这样吐着烟雾
然后像这样把烟蒂放进烟灰缸
深吸一口气开始写作
布可夫斯基，这就是我的生活方式
贫穷也好，痔疮也罢
还有爱情
但你们不知道什么是喜欢
你们不知道从喜欢转变成爱情
如果你们见到她，你就知道我说的意思了
她认为我来这里跟人上床
她就想这点破事
她告诉过我，她想的就是这点破事
妈的，我五十一岁了，她才二十五岁
我们在相爱，她还在吃醋
天啊，那是相当的美妙
她说如果再来这里和别人上床
她就把她眼珠子挖出来
这就是所谓的的爱情
你们有谁知道这些
告诉你们个事吧
我在监狱里遇见的犯人
比混大学的以及参加诗朗诵的人
更有风度
这些人就是一群寄生虫
来看诗人袜子是不是很脏
腋下是不是狐臭
天啊，我对他们相当失望
但我想让你们记住这些
今晚这个房间里只有一位诗人
今晚这个镇上只有一位诗人
今晚也许这个国家只有一位真正的诗人
那就是我
你们有谁知道什么是生活
你们有谁知道关于我的一切
你们有谁工作中被炒掉过
或者揍过你们的娘们
以及被娘们揍过
在西尔斯·罗巴克我就被炒过五次
他们一次次的把我炒掉
又一次次的再雇佣我
三十五岁那年他们让我看门守货
我偷了罐饼干
我知道那种滋味，因为我经历过
我五十一岁了且在爱恋中
这个小娘们叫我
布可夫斯基
我说干嘛啊
她说 我认为你满口胡言
我说 宝贝你懂我的
她是世上我见过最
独一无二的女人
我从爱情中找到灵感
你们不知道什么是爱情
她们最后都回到我身边
除了一个
都回到我身边，刚才我说过。
我深爱着她，我们在一起七年
我们经常喝好多酒
我看到屋里没有诗人
就几个打字员
我并不吃惊
写诗就得懂爱情
不懂爱情你们就麻烦了
给我倒点酒
对了不加冰的
太好了就是这种感觉
干一杯后面还有个派对呢
我知道我说过的话，我就喝一杯
喝着真爽
别站在窗边了
喝完咱们就走
You Don't Know What Love Is
(an evening with Charles Bukowski)
by:Raymond Carver 雷蒙德·卡佛
You don't know what love is Bukowski said
I'm 51 years old look at me
I'm in love with this young broad
I got it bad but she's hung up too
so it's all right man that's the way it should be
I get in their blood and they can't get me out
They try everything to get away from me
but they all come back in the end
They all came back to me except
the one I planted
I cried over that one
but I cried easy in those days
Don't let me get onto the hard stuff man
I get mean then
I could sit here and drink beer
with you hippies all night
I could drink ten quarts of this beer
and nothing it's like water
But let me get onto the hard stuff
and I'll start throwing people out windows
I'll throw anybody out the window
I've done it
But you don't know what love is
You don't know because you've never
been in love it's that simple
I got this young broad see she's beautiful
She calls me Bukowski
Bukowski she says in this little voice
and I say What
But you don't know what love is
I'm telling you what it is
but you aren't listening
There isn't one of you in this room
would recognize love if it stepped up
and buggered you in the ass
I used to think poetry readings were a copout
Look I'm 51 years old and I've been around
I know they're a copout
but I said to myself Bukowski
starving is even more of a copout
So there you are and nothing is like it should be
That fellow what's his name Galway Kinnell
I saw his picture in a magazine
He has a handsome mug on him
but he's a teacher
Christ can you imagine
But then you're teachers too
here I am insulting you already
No I haven't heard of him
or him either
They're all termites
Maybe it's ego I don't read much anymore
but these people who build
reputations on five or six books
termites
Bukowski she says
Why do you listen to classical music all day
Can't you hear her saying that
Bukowski why do you listen to classical music all day
That surprises you doesn't it
You wouldn't think a crude bastard like me
could listen to classical music all day
Brahms Rachmaninoff Bartok Telemann
Shit I couldn't write up here
Too quiet up here too many trees
I like the city that's the place for me
I put on my classical music each morning
and sit down in front of my typewriter
I light a cigar and I smoke it like this see
and I say Bukowski you're a lucky man
Bukowski you've gone through it all
and you're a lucky man
and the blue smoke drifts across the table
and I look out the window onto Delongpre Avenue
and I see people walking up and down the sidewalk
and I puff on the cigar like this
and then I lay the cigar in the ashtray like this and take a deep breath
and I begin to write
Bukowski this is the life I say
it's good to be poor it's good to have hemorrhoids
it's good to be in love
But you don't know what it's like
You don't know what it's like to be in love
If you could see her you'd know what I mean
She thought I'd come up here and get laid
She just knew it
She told me she knew it
Shit I'm 51 years old and she's 25
and we're in love and she's jealous
Jesus it's beautiful
she said she'd claw my eyes out if I came up here
and got laid
Now that's love for you
What do any of you know about it
Let me tell you something
I've met men in jail who had more style
than the people who hang around colleges
and go to poetry readings
They're bloodsuckers who come to see
if the poet's socks are dirty
or if he smells under the arms
Believe me I won't disappoint em
But I want you to remember this
there's only one poet in this room tonight
only one poet in this town tonight
maybe only one real poet in this country tonight
and that's me
What do any of you know about life
What do any of you know about anything
Which of you here has been fired from a job
or else has beaten up your broad
or else has been beaten up by your broad
I was fired from Sears and Roebuck five times
They'd fire me then hire me back again
I was a stockboy for them when I was 35
and then got canned for stealing cookies
I know what's it like I've been there
I'm 51 years old now and I'm in love
This little broad she says
Bukowski
and I say What and she says
I think you're full of shit
and I say baby you understand me
She's the only broad in the world
man or woman
I'd take that from
But you don't know what love is
They all came back to me in the end too
every one of em came back
except that one I told you about
the one I planted We were together seven years
We used to drink a lot
I see a couple of typers in this room but
I don't see any poets
I'm not surprised
You have to have been in love to write poetry
and you don't know what it is to be in love
that's your trouble
Give me some of that stuff
That's right no ice good
That's good that's just fine
So let's get this show on the road
I know what I said but I'll have just one
That tastes good
Okay then let's go let's get this over with
only afterwards don't anyone stand close
to an open window |
发表于 2015-11-10 20:21
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