har du lest “the Perks of Being a Wallflower” av Stephen Chbosky? viss du ikke har det, så bør du stikke inn på Capris og bestille den med en gang. denne boka er en av mine favoritt bøker, det er en bok jeg kjenner meg veldig godt igjen i. ofte, når noe skjer, prøver jeg å se det for meg i Charlie sitt synspunkt. kanskje en litt rar ting å gjøre, men dersom du har lest boka forstår du det kanskje?
i boka så er det et kapittel der Charlie, Sam og Patrick kjører en tur, og de hører på “asleep” av the Smiths og Charlie sier; “and in that moment i swear we were infinite”, som på norsk er, direkte oversatt, “og i dét øyblikket sverger jeg at vi var uendelige”. jeg har bare lest boka på engelsk, så jeg kan ikke med hånda på hjertet si at det er sånn det blei oversatt i den norske boka. etter at jeg leste den boka for første gang har det sitatet vært brent inn i minnet mitt, sammen med så mange andre fantastiske sitat. hvilken sanger gjør at jeg føler meg uendelig? det finst jo så mange sanger der ute, så mye bra musikk, det blir feil å dele de inn i uendelige og endelige versjoner. om du forstår? men der er noen, noen som gjør at jeg tenker på “the Perks of Being a Wallflower” hver eneste gang jeg hører akkurat de sangene. noen er nevnte i boka, andre ikke, men det er noe med sangene som gjør at jeg, i et brøkdel av et sekund, kanskje føler meg litt uendelig jeg også.
"Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen."
- the perks of being a wallflower -
