J.D. Salinger

[dwardwarbinx]

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dili man makita ang iyang format jd. hehe. anyway.. wala lang.

just sharing my crappy poem that was inspired by JD Salinger's Catcher in the Rye.
weee

[s1llyc0n]

The language and emotion of "The Catcher in the Rye" is truly surprising, yet refreshing at the same time. Although quite tame by today's standards, the ideas put forth by J.D. Salinger to a relatively conservative America (specifically the U.S.) during the 1950's took some guts.

[john__amor]

My college thesis was about Catcher.

[aitel]

[color=brown]nice book...grabeh kalingaw

[Dorothea]

any cebuano hardcore J.D. Salinger/Holden Caulfield/Seymour Glass fanatics out there?

well, I'm not a hardcore fan, but I did love the book when I read it...

read it several times, in fact

but I had to let go, kay medyo na praning praning nako kadugayan

[makatasawi]

This book has been steeped in controversy since it was banned in America after it's first publication. John Lennon's assassin, Mark Chapman, asked the former Beatle to sign a copy of the book earlier in the morning of the day that he murdered Lennon. Police found the book in his possession upon apprehending the psychologically disturbed Chapman. However, the book itself contains nothing that could be attributed with leading Chapman to act as he did - it could have been any book that he was reading the day he decided to kill John Lennon -

Superficially the story of a young man's expulsion from yet another school, The Catcher in the Rye is in fact a perceptive study of one individual's understanding of his human condition. Holden Caulfield, a teenager growing up in 1950s New York, has been expelled school for poor achievement once again. In an attempt to deal with this he leaves school a few days prior to the end of term, and goes to New York to 'take a vacation' before returning to his parents' inevitable wrath. Told as a monologue, the book describes Holden's thoughts and activities over these few days, during which he describes a developing nervous breakdown, symptomised by his bouts of unexplained depression, impulsive spending and generally odd, erratic behaviour, prior to his eventual nervous collapse.

However, during his psychological battle, life continues on around Holden as it always had, with the majority of people ignoring the 'madman stuff' that is happening to him - until it begins to encroach on their well defined social codes. Progressively through the novel we are challenged to think about society's attitude to the human condition - does society have an 'ostrich in the sand' mentality, a deliberate ignorance of the emptiness that can characterise human existence? And if so, when Caulfield begins to probe and investigate his own sense of emptiness and isolation, before finally declaring that he world is full of 'phonies' with each one out for their own phony gain, is Holden actually the one who is going insane, or is it society which has lost it's mind for failing to see the hopelessness of their own lives?

When we are honest we can see within ourselves suppressed elements of the forces operating within Holden Caulfield, and because of that I would recommend this thought provoking novel as a fascinating and enlightening description of our human condition.

I woke up singing this morning.
I mean, I was happy and all.
But last night, what I really felt like
was jumping out the window.

All I could see were these phonies -
I never left the house though.
They were on TV, in books and stuff,
acting out madman stuff in the goddam movies.

I swear sometimes I think I'm crazy,
surrounded by these goddam princes
making out like life's perfect and all.
That kills me.

Then someone wakes them up,
and they all get sore as hell about it.
But I lie singing in bed -
there goes my crazy sense of humour again...

--excerpts taken from the book The Catcher in the Rye.

i find this book funny. i see pieces of Holden Caulfield in me.

if you read this book (with heart), i bet youÂ* will see Holden Caulfield in you, too.


*bows* to J.D Salinger

couldnt have agreed more with this post...

[Bigfoot Oracle]

^
Whoah! that was like 3 years ago. I take back what i posted/said. Not true. nah-uh.

The thought that somebody's agreed with my thoughts is killing me.

[makatasawi]

^
Whoah! that was like 3 years ago. I take back what i posted/said. Not true. nah-uh.

The thought that somebody's agreed with my thoughts is killing me.

touché. hahahaha!

[monochrome_delirious]

I looove The Catcher in the Rye!

[casablanca]

Allie

Allie, they have not seen you,
with your ball of bright red hair, tousled
by the wind. They should have. Seen that,
I mean. Not how leukemia left you
after eating your laughter away
and snatched you far off, with the angels.

I'm sorry Allie, when they left you there cold.
Lying down six feet,
with only withered flowers to play with and cold,
deathly crosses to whisper giggles to.

I hate knowing you're there, Allie.
Embraced by the earth, with dead guys for company,
and tombstones, in that cold and lonely place,
with frozen angels, and some damp gravel.
It kills me,
seeing you there.

I hate it more though, when I visit you, and it rains.
The sky wails and cries all over these phony people,
the sky cries, and everybody goes
rushing back for cover, to their cars.
Everybody, Allie.
Every
single
one
of them,
but you.

I know it’s just your body. I know.
Mom said your soul’s up in heaven
with the singing angels, and
all that crap.
But I just goddam wish you weren’t there.

I know too,
that all these phony people
wouldn’t understand. But they don’t know you, Allie,
they don’t know you like I do.
They have only seen you with your bright red hair
Off to a place where the winds cannot touch.

If they would’ve known,
If only they’d seen you before that,
they would know you do not belong
to the dirty, damp earth.

They would know, Allie.
I swear to any god they would.



details:
- for Allie Caulfield of Catcher in the Rye
- persona: Holden Caulfield (Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger) trying to be Charles Bukowski
- death poem

needs more spunk to be be more bukowski-like. anyhow, nice poem.