.

He leído algo de los poemas de Bukowski, es mejor leerlo sin traducciones mediocres:
Writing by Charles Bukowski
often it is the onlything
between you and
impossibility.
no drink,no woman's love,
no wealth
can
match it.
nothing
can saveyou
except
writing.
it keeps the walls
from
failing.
the hordes from
closing in.
it blasts the
darkness.
writing is the
ultimate
psychiatrist,
the kindliest
god of all the
gods.
writing stalks
death.
it knows no
quit.
and writing
laughs
at itself,
at pain.
it is the last
expectation,
the last
explanation.
that's
what it
is.
from blank gun silencer - 1991

He estado escuchando a Beethoven.
Y me miro dentro… muy dentro para saber que está tan negro como pelaje de gato oscuro y nocturno, culo de puta negra en un callejón sin faro. Miro desde la ceguera. Miro sin miedo a saber que simplemente está negro, todo negro, negro, y “nothing can save you except writing.”