Charles Bukowski, the suicide kid


Charles Bukowski fue un prolífico escritor estadounidense, autor de miles poemas y cientos de relatos nacido en Andernach, Alemania, el 16 de agosto de 1920. Hoy cumpliría 93 años, por lo que para recordarlo les compartimos un poema suyo, The Suicide Kid.


The Suicide Kid

I went to the worst of bars
hoping to get killed.
but all I could do was to
get drunk again.
worse, the bar patrons even
ended up liking me.
there I was trying to get
pushed over the dark edge
and I ended up with
free drinks
while somewhere else
some poor son-of-a-bitch
was in a hospital bed,
tubes sticking out
all over him as he fought
like hell to live.
nobody would help me
die as the drinks kept coming,
as the next day
waited for me
with its steel clamps,
its stinking anonymity,
its incogitant attitude.
death doesn’t always
come running
when you call it,
not even if you call it
from a shining castle
or from an ocean liner
or from the best bar
on earth (or the worst).
such impertinence
only makes the gods
and delay.
ask me, I’m 72

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José Luis Álvarez Vergara