Аллен Гинзберг в переводах Михаила Гунина

Hum Bom!

Whom bomb?  We bomb them! Whom bomb? We  bomb them! Whom bomb? We bomb them!
Whom bomb? We bomb them!
Whom bomb? You bomb you!  Whom bomb? You bomb you! Whom bomb? You  bomb you!
Whom bomb? You bomb you!
What do we do? Who do we bomb? What do we do? Who do we bomb? What do we do?
Who do we bomb? What do we do? Who do we bomb?
What do we do? You  bomb! You bomb them!  What do we  do? You bomb! You bomb
them! What do we  do? We bomb! We bomb them! What do we do? We bomb! We bomb
them!
Whom  bomb? We  bomb you! Whom bomb? We  bomb you! Whom bomb? You bomb  you!
Whom bomb? You bomb you!

Autumn Leaves

At  66,  just learning how  to take care of my body  Wake cheerful 8 a.m.  &
write in a notebook rising from my bed side naked leaving a naked boy asleep
by  the  wall  mix miso  mushroom leeks  &  winter  squash  breakfast, Check
bloodsugar, clean teeth  exactly, brush, toothpick, floss, mouthwash oil  my
feet,  put on white shirt white  pants white sox sit solitary by the sink  a
moment before brushing my hair, happy not yet to be a corpse.

Death & Fame

When I die
I don't care what happens to my body
throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East River
bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel Cemetery
But l want a big funeral
St.  Patrick's  Cathedral,  St.  Mark's  Church,  the  largest synagogue  in
Manhattan
First, there's family, brother, nephews, spry aged Edith stepmother 96, Aunt
Honey from old Newark,
Doctor Joel, cousin Mindy, brother Gene one eyed one ear'd, sister-in-law
blonde Connie, five nephews, stepbrothers & sisters their grandchildren,
companion Peter Orlovsky, caretakers Rosenthal & Hale, Bill Morgan —
Next,  teacher Trungpa  Vajracharya's  ghost  mind,  Gelek  Rinpoche,  there
Sakyong
Mipham, Dalai Lama alert, chance visiting America, Satchitananda Swami
Shivananda, Dehorahava Baba, Karmapa XVI, Dudjom Rinpoche, Katagiri &
Suzuki Roshi's phantoms
Baker, Whalen, Daido  Loorie, Qwong, Frail White-haired Kapleau Roshis, Lama
Tarchen — —
Then, most important, lovers over half-century
Dozens, a hundred, more, older fellows bald & rich
young boys met naked recently in bed, crowds surprised to see each other,
innumerable, intimate, exchanging memories
'He taught  me  to meditate,  now  I'm an  old  veteran of the  thousand day
retreat — '
'I played music on subway platforms, I'm straight but loved him he loved me'
'I felt more love from him at 19 than ever from anyone'
'We'd lie  under covers gossip, read my  poetry, hug & kiss  belly to  belly
arms round each other'
'I'd  always get  into his bed  with underwear on  &  by morning my skivvies
would be on the floor'
'Japanese, always wanted take it up my bum with a master'
'We'd talk all night about Kerouac  & Cassady  sit Buddhalike then  sleep in
his captain's bed.'
'He seemed to need so much affection, a shame not to make him happy'
'I  was lonely never in  bed  nude with anyone  before, he  was so gentle my
stomach
shuddered when he traced his finger along my abdomen nipple to hips- '
'All  I  did was lay back  eyes closed,  he'd bring me to come  with mouth &
fingers along my waist'
'He gave great head'
So there be  gossip  from  loves of 1948, ghost of  Neal Cassady commingling
with flesh and youthful blood of 1997
and surprise — 'You too? But I thought you were straight!'
'I am but Ginsberg an exception, for some reason he pleased me.'
'I forgot whether I was straight gay queer or funny, was myself, tender and
affectionate to be kissed on the top of my head,
my forehead throat heart  &  solar plexus, mid-belly. on my  prick,  tickled
with his
tongue my behind'
'l loved the way he'd  recite  'But at my back allways  hear/ time's  winged
chariot hurrying near,' heads together, eye to eye, on a pillow — '
Among lovers one handsome youth straggling the rear
'I  studied  his  poetry  class, 17 year-old kid,  ran some errands  to  his
walk-up flat,