Мишка (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} chessplayer) wrote,@ 2008-04-24 00:30:00 |
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Генри Миллер
все-таки чудный совершенно. даже дурацкий русский перевод (типо "I don't give a fuck" -> "мне глубоко наплевать"; и вообще какие-то длинные олитературенные обороты, даже наощупь перевод толще раза в два ) его не портит. цитировать можно практически с любого места и по любое.
Update: все-таки более слабые места в "Тропике" тоже есть: весь этот сюрреалистический пафос звучит в наши дни довольно анахронично.
все-таки чудный совершенно. даже дурацкий русский перевод (типо "I don't give a fuck" -> "мне глубоко наплевать"; и вообще какие-то длинные олитературенные обороты, даже наощупь перевод толще раза в два ) его не портит. цитировать можно практически с любого места и по любое.
Update: все-таки более слабые места в "Тропике" тоже есть: весь этот сюрреалистический пафос звучит в наши дни довольно анахронично.
***I like Van Norden but I do not share his opinion of himself. I do not agree,
for instance, that he is a philosopher, or a thinker. He is cunt-struck,
that's all.My eye, but I've been all over that ground -- years and years ago. I've lived
out my melancholy youth. I don't give a fuck any more what's behind me, or
what's ahead Of me. I'm healthy. Incurably healthy. No sorrows, no regrets.
No past, no future. The present is enough for me. Day by day. Today! Le
bel aujourd'hui!
***Every meal starts off with soup. Whether it be onion soup, tomato soup,***
vegetable soup, or what not, the soup always tastes the same. Mostly it
tastes as if a dish rag had been stewed in it -- slightly sour, mildewed,
scummy. I see Eugene hiding it away in the commode after the meal. It stays
there, rotting away, until the next meal. The butter, too, is hidden away in
the commode; after three days it tastes like the big toe of a cadaver.Whereas Claude -- well, with
Claude there was always a certain delicacy, even when she got under the
sheets with you. And her delicacy offended me. Who wants a delicate
whore! Claude would even ask you to turn your face away when she squatted
over the bidet. All wrong! A man, when he's burning up with passion,
wants to see things; he wants to see everything, even how they make
water. And while it's all very nice to know that a woman has a mind,
literature coming from the cold corpse of a whore is the last thing to be
served in bed. Germaine had the right idea: she was ignorant and lusty, she
put her heart and soul into her work. She was a whore all the way
through -- and that was her virtue!
