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 -