sábado, 28 de marzo de 2020

Murder Most Foul Bob Dylan It was a dark day in Dallas, November '63 A day that will live on in infamy President Kennedy was a-ridin' high Good day to be livin' and a good day to die Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb He said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?" "Of course we do, we know who you are!" Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car Shot down like a dog in broad daylight Was a matter of timing and the timing was right You got unpaid debts, we've come to collect We're gonna kill you with hatred, without any respect We'll mock you and shock you and we'll put it in your face We've already got someone here to take your place The day they blew out the brains of the king Thousands were watching, no one saw a thing It happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise Right there in front of everyone's eyes Greatest magic trick ever under the sun Perfectly executed, skillfully done Wolfman, oh wolfman, oh wolfman howl Rub-a-dub-dub, it's a murder most foul Hush, little children, you'll understand The Beatles are comin', they're gonna hold your hand Slide down the banister, go get your coat Ferry 'cross the Mersey and go for the throat There's three bums comin' all dressed in rags Pick up the pieces and lower the flags I'm goin' to Woodstock, it's the Aquarian Age Then I'll go to Altamont and sit near the stage Put your head out the window, let the good times roll There's a party going on behind the Grassy Knoll Stack up the bricks, pour the cement Don't say Dallas don't love you, Mr. President Put your foot in the tank and then step on the gas Try to make it to the triple underpass Blackface singer, whiteface clown Better not show your faces after the sun goes down Up in the red light district, they've got cop on the beat Living in a nightmare on Elm Street When you're down on Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe Don't ask what your country can do for you Cash on the ballot, money to burn Dealey Plaza, make a left-hand turn I'm going down to the crossroads, gonna flag a ride The place where faith, hope, and charity lie Shoot him while he runs, boy, shoot him while you can See if you can shoot the invisible man Goodbye, Charlie! Goodbye, Uncle Sam! Frankly, Miss Scarlett, I don't give a damn What is the truth, and where did it go? Ask Oswald and Ruby, they oughta know "Shut your mouth," said a wise old owl Business is business, and it's a murder most foul Tommy, can you hear me? I'm the Acid Queen I'm riding in a long, black Lincoln limousine Ridin' in the backseat next to my wife Headed straight on in to the afterlife I'm leaning to the left, I got my head in her lap Hold on, I've been led into some kind of a trap Where we ask no quarter, and no quarter do we give We're right down the street, from the street where you live They mutilated his body and they took out his brain What more could they do? They piled on the pain But his soul was not there where it was supposed to be at For the last fifty years they've been searchin' for that Freedom, oh freedom, freedom over me I hate to tell you, mister, but only dead men are free Send me some lovin', then tell me no lie Throw the gun in the gutter and walk on by Wake up, little Susie, let's go for a drive Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive Turn the radio on, don't touch the dials Parkland hospital, only six more miles You got me dizzy, Miss Lizzy, you filled me with lead That magic bullet of yours has gone to my head I'm just a patsy like Patsy Cline Never shot anyone from in front or behind I've blood in my eye, got blood in my ear I'm never gonna make it to the new frontier Zapruder's film I seen night before Seen it thirty-three times, maybe more It's vile and deceitful, it's cruel and it's mean Ugliest thing that you ever have seen They killed him once and they killed him twice Killed him like a human sacrifice The day that they killed him, someone said to me, "Son The age of the Antichrist has just only begun" Air Force One comin' in through the gate Johnson sworn in at 2:38 Let me know when you decide to throw in the towel It is what it is, and it's murder most foul What's new, pussycat? What'd I say? I said the soul of a nation been torn away And it's beginning to go into a slow decay And that it's thirty-six hours past Judgment Day Wolfman Jack, he's speaking in tongues He's going on and on at the top of his lungs Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack Play it for me in my long Cadillac Play me that "Only the Good Die Young" Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hung Play "St. James Infirmary" and the Court of King James If you want to remember, you better write down the names Play Etta James, too, play "I'd Rather Go Blind" Play it for the man with the telepathic mind Play John Lee Hooker, play "Scratch My Back" Play it for that strip club owner named Jack Guitar Slim going down slow Play it for me and for Marilyn Monroe Play "Please Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" Play it for the First Lady, she ain't feeling any good Play Don Henley, play Glenn Frey Take it to the limit and let it go by Play it for Carl Wilson, too Looking far, far away down Gower Avenue Play tragedy, play "Twilight Time" Take me back to Tulsa to the scene of the crime Play another one and "Another One Bites the Dust" Play "The Old Rugged Cross" and "In God We Trust" Ride the pink horse down that long, lonesome road Stand there and wait for his head to explode Play "Mystery Train" for Mr. Mystery The man who fell down dead like a rootless tree Play it for the reverend, play it for the pastor Play it for the dog that got no master Play Oscar Peterson, play Stan Getz Play "Blue Sky," play Dickey Betts Play Art Pepper, Thelonious Monk Charlie Parker and all that junk All that junk and "All That Jazz" Play something for the Birdman of Alcatraz Play Buster Keaton, play Harold Lloyd Play Bugsy Siegel, play Pretty Boy Floyd Play the numbers, play the odds Play "Cry Me A River" for the Lord of the gods Play Number nine, play Number six Play it for Lindsey and Stevie Nicks Play Nat King Cole, play "Nature Boy" Play "Down In The Boondocks" for Terry Malloy Play "It Happened One Night" and "One Night of Sin" There's twelve million souls that are listening in Play "Merchant of Venice", play "Merchants of Death" Play "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth Don't worry, Mr. President, help's on the way Your brothers are comin', there'll be hell to pay Brothers? What brothers? What's this about hell? Tell them, "We're waiting, keep coming," we'll get them as well Love Field is where his plane touched down But it never did get back up off the ground Was a hard act to follow, second to none They killed him on the altar of the rising sun Play "Misty" for me and "That Old Devil Moon" Play "Anything Goes" and "Memphis in June" Play "Lonely At the Top" and "Lonely Are the Brave" Play it for Houdini spinning around his grave Play Jelly Roll Morton, play "Lucille" Play "Deep In a Dream", and play "Driving Wheel" Play "Moonlight Sonata" in F-sharp And "A Key to the Highway" for the king on the harp Play "Marching Through Georgia" and "Dumbarton's Drums" Play darkness and death will come when it comes Play "Love Me Or Leave Me" by the great Bud Powell Play "The Blood-stained Banner", play "Murder Most Foul"

 EN ESTADO DE VIAJE

Clarice Lispector

Fondo de Cultura Económica. Bogotá. Agosto de 2017. 351 pp


No quiero entender qué me produce Clarice Pero lo que hace o forma o deja es algo que no me sucede con alguien más 

Apenas voy conociendo su obra No hablo de ella No es algo vulgar como un fetiche

Me siento caminando sobre piedras ligeramente mohosas que están siguiendo estando vivas mientras camino 

Es una forma cordial de acompañía

el mundo es todo un poco aburrido, según parece

lo que importa en la vida es estar junto a quien queremos

es pesadísimo no vivir en un sitio

para mí no existen nunca lugares, existen personas

donde estés tú, allí me sentiré feliz

qué ganas de estar ahí y oírte, florecilla mía, mi marrgarita simpática y delicada

una gran floresta negra me señalaba emocionalmente el camino a ucrania

sentí el llamado

rusia también me atraía . pero yo pertenezco a brasil

 las cosas son iguales en todas partes

la verdad continúa siendo la misma

pasé algunos días flotando

la distancia no quiere decir nada

para darte libertad, no escribas nada

sólo le falta algo que no puedo decir qué es

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todavía un resto de mi angustia

me ha escrito sobre lo de Ana es sencillamente horrible

imagino lo abatida que está

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eres un amor, no hay duda

te quiero tanto, tanto...

¿eres feliz? lo deseo tanto ...

quería una historia llena de todos los instantes

corregí a tiempo mi naturaleza de pájaro

yo ya no tenía consuelo

estaba llena de alegría

extrema realidad poética

la tinta se está acabando he escrito el resto casi solo con saliva

después de un año, la lava aún está caliente

nunca he visto algo menos falso que el ruido del Vesubio

cogí de la lava unas piedras que van a servir de pisapapeles

las cosas buenas vienen cuando menos se espera ...

¿qué importa el café frío si tenemos cartas cálidas?

carta corta pero carta tuya

todo está mezclado con el cansancio y una nostalgia horrible

todas las cosas que he visto me dan un cierto tipo de experiencia que tal vez sea siempre indescifrable

no aconsejo a nadie pasar el invierno en un país frío, es algo que entristece y abate a quien vienen de un país de sol

traspasar esa paz que nos acecha

silencio sin recuerdo de palabras

muda pero deja rastro

silencio que no deja pruebas

el corazón late al reconocerlo

nosotros, los únicos fantasmas

tratando de engañar mi angustia y tratando de no horrorizarme de mí misma

sé que es horrible

caí totalmente y no veo ni siquiera el comienzo de algo que esté naciendo

esta vida íntima

que llega al punto de no tener ninguna señal exterior

termina por quitarme la orientación y el sentido de las cosas


no importa que dentro de poco esto se acabe

todo está mal pero que es así

las personas están solas en el mundo

mi necesaria agonía

la sucesión de vidas es la respiración de la espera infinita

necesito el ritmo de mis agonías

hasta que la dignidad del silencio venga

soy una mezcla de tigre y venado

estoy haciendo un viaje difícil para poder alcanzarte

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escríbeme para darme alguna realidad

no sé cómo acercarme a algo bueno

me da náuseas

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un estrangulamiento gradual que viene de todos lados

un susto retrospectivo un susto equivocado

la madurez es la cosa más linda que le puede suceder a una persona

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es tan bueno cuidar del alma temprano

usted me hará el favor de complacerme

todo esto se llama nostalgia

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cuál es la historia que podría contar en este momento desvariado

¿qué es lo que más quiere el mundo?

voy a ver quién devora a quién

tal vez nada ocurra

no quiero volver a ver san sebastián

hallaré en europa la primavera

renovada

recomenzaré mi lucha diaria

y sin gloria y enigmática

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