May 2010
21 posts
Who's going to Catch me?
I’m depressed as hell. I was thinking about the ducks in Central Park. What happens to the ducks when the pond freezes over? Who looks after the ducks? I asked my taxi driver who didn’t particularly care. Well if no one looks after the ducks when their world freezes over, Who’s going to look after me? Mr. Antolini told me I’m in for a big fall, and I’m beginning to...
An Out of Control Carousel
I took my baby sister, Pheobe, to ride on the carousel. Scared the living hell out of me. Who’s there to protect her from falling down? There’s no way I can be there for everyone on the ride. What if the carousel spins faster and faster until who knows what happens? I sometimes feel like I myself am spinning out of control, so how am I supposed to catch a body coming through the rye?
Meeting with Luce
I met with Luce today at this bar. That bastard started saying I needed psychoanalyzation or some bottled crap like that. Well I wouldn’t take any of that so I went off on my own and got punch drunk. Reminded me of this scene from a movie I watched.
Ice Skating with Sally
I met Sally today at the Biltmore Hotel. For the most part she decided to go to the Radio City Ice Skating rink, I think she just wanted to show off her legs in those short ice skating skirts. But I don’t mind, to tell you the truth I find her very attractive. I feel torn though about that. She think’s I’m crazy anyway, I don’t know what I was thinking asking her to go run...
If a Body Catch a Body
I saw this kid singing this song today, a real little kid, couldn’t help but make you happy. I went and looked up the poem later, but I could of sworn he said if a body catch a body comin’ through the rye.
“O, Jenny’s a’ weet, poor body,
Jenny’s seldom dry:
She...”
– Robert Burns
Dancing
I like to dance, I really do. It’s a great opportunity to meet the girls, who really just love dancing. I met some girls down at the bar, of course they weren’t anything special, but I had a hell of a time with them.
The Nuns, Romeo and Juliet, Maurice and Sunny
So I met a pimp at my lousy motel today by the name of Maurice. Next thing I know I’m paying for a girl named Sunny to come up to my room. I didn’t really want to do anything with her, I mean to tell you the truth, I just wanted to talk. Next thing you know, good old Maurice is smashing in my guts. I also talked to some nuns today about Romeo and Juliet. Why can’t the world be...
“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet...”
– Talking about Romeo and Juliet with the Nuns
Posted at the Dirty Motel
So, I got right the hell out of Pencey. I can’t stand that place. To be honest with you, all my roommates are phonies. So I went to this motel in the city. But it’s pretty nasty too. Reminded me of this song.
The Game of Life
Well as you all know I’m out of Pencey, I really am. So today I go see my old teacher. Good ol’ Mr. Spencer. He flunked me out of his class once, but he’s still a good enough guy. He told me life is a game. I don’t know what the hell to make out of that. But if life really is a game, I don’t feel like I’m very good at it.
“Life is the game that must be played.”
– Edwin Arlington Robinson
The Rye Field
So I’ve just been kicked out of Pencey. Its official. I don’t know what’s going to become of me. I saw this picture of a rye field today. Damn thing depressed the hell out of me. I couldn’t help but think back to that old child’s rhyme. “If a body catch a body, coming through the Rye” or something like that. I feel like I’m coming through the rye,...
