PARA JANIS JOPLIN
(fragmento)
a cantar dulce y a morirse luego.
no:
a ladrar.
así cantás, más las lecciones de terror.
hay que llorar hasta romperse
para crear o decir una pequeña canción,
gritar tanto para cubrir los agujeros de la ausencia
eso hiciste vos, eso yo.
me pregunto si eso no aumentó el error.
hiciste bien en morir.
por eso te hablo,
por eso me confío a una niña monstruo.
1972
Alejandra Pizarnik
WORK ME, LORDNick Gravenites
Work me Lord, work me Lord.
Please don't you leave me,
I feel so useless down here
With no one to love
Though I've looked everywhere
And I can't find me anybody to love,
To feel my care.
So ah work me Lord, whoa use me Lord,
Don't you know how hard it is
Trying to live all alone.
Every day I keep trying to move forward,
But something is driving me, oh, back,
Honey, something's trying to hold on to me,
To my way of life.
So don't you forget me down here, Lord,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
Ah, ah, don't you forget me, Lord.
Well I don't think I'm any very special
Kind of person down here, I know better,
But I don't think you're gonna find anybody,
Not anybody who could say that they tried like I tried,
The worst you can say all about me
Is that I'm never satisfied. Whoa.
Whoa, oh, oh, work me Lord, hmm, use me Lord,
Please, honey, don't you leave me,
I feel so useless down here.
I can't find me anybody to love me
And I've looked around,
I've looked everywhere, everywhere
And I can't find me anyone to love,
To feel my care.
So honey don't you go and leave me, Lord,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
Honey, don't you go off and leave me, Lord.
Can't I show you how hard it is
Trying to live when you're all alone.
Everyday I keep pushing,
Keep trying to move forward
But something is driving me, oh, back,
And something's trying to hold on to me,
To my way of life, why.
Oh please, please, oh don't you go and
Forget me down here, don't forget me, Lord.
I think that maybe you can ease me,
Maybe I can help you, said uh whoa,
Oh please, please, don't you go and leave me Lord,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, whoa, whoa please,
Hmm please, don't you leave me, Lord.
Janis Joplin
4 comentarios:
¡Qué sabios los pezones de Janis! El izquierdo apunta directo a los ojos del lector y le obliga a buscar el derecho, que a su vez apunta (como una señal de tráfico) al poema de Alejandra. Es una simbiosis, o quizás una ósmosis, perfecta. Te felicito, bloguera tica. Y gracias por haberle dado tanto espacio a mi artículo de La Nación. Vale.
De nada, Ricardo. Recordá que fue la mismísima Alejandra quien, desde el cielo de su rayuela, nos presentó un día de marzo.
Un beso,
La Maga
Vos, maga querida, sos la tercera princesa, llena de enigmas que a diario me sacuden...un beso cronopio del gran cocinero del rey
El Gran Cocinero del Rey calmaba los miedos de la Gran Poeta de la Noche.
A vos:
"Y yo caminaría por todos los desiertos de este mundo y aun muerta te seguiría buscando, a ti, que fuiste el lugar del amor." A. P.
Besos,
La Maga
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