Okay, habe mich entschieden.
Es war ein langes Hin und Her zwischen Ocean Vuong und Richard Siken, und dann zwischen mehreren Werken vom Siken - ich habe mich schlussendlich gegen ein paar von Letzterem entschieden da die evtl nicht in diesen Rahmen passen, aber der folgende Text ist einer meiner Favoriten von ihm.
Wieder ein Englisches, tut mir Leid.
Ich empfehle, zum Lesen die Screenshots unten zu nutzen, und zum Zitieren den Formatierungslosen Text.
"Boot Theory" (Aus der Sammlung "Crush", 2005)
Richard Siken
A man walks into a bar and says:
Take my wife–please.
So you do.
You take her out into the rain and you fall in love with her
and she leaves you and you’re desolate.
You’re on your back in your undershirt, a broken man
on an ugly bedspread, staring at the water stains on the ceiling.
And you can hear the man in the apartment above you
taking off his shoes.
You hear the first boot hit the floor and you’re looking up,
you’re waiting
because you thought it would follow, you thought there would be
some logic, perhaps, something to pull it all together
but here we are in the weeds again,
here we are
in the bowels of the thing: your world doesn’t make sense.
And then the second boot falls.
And then a third, a fourth, a fifth.
A man walks into a bar and says:
Take my wife–please.
But you take him instead.
You take him home, and you make him a cheese sandwich,
and you try to get his shoes off, but he kicks you
and he keeps kicking you.
You swallow a bottle of sleeping pills but they don’t work.
Boots continue to fall to the floor
in the apartment above you.
You go to work the next day pretending nothing happened.
Your co-workers ask
if everything’s okay and you tell them
you’re just tired.
And you’re trying to smile. And they’re trying to smile.
A man walks into a bar, you this time, and says:
Make it a double.
A man walks into a bar, you this time, and says:
Walk a mile in my shoes.
A man walks into a convenience store, still you, saying:
I only wanted something simple, something generic…
But the clerk tells you to buy something or get out.
A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river
but then he’s still left
with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away
but then he’s still left with his hands.
____
Falls es die Formatierung verhaut und ich es nicht hinbekomme zu korrigieren, vgl. die Bilder. Ich empfehle das Lesen mit der originalen Formatierung!
Mir ist es eigentlich egal. Aber mir gefällt es sehr gut.
