Es ist ein ziemlich unbekanntes Buch, es wurden nur wenige Exemplare auf deutsch gedruckt, weshalb ich auch nur die englische Ausgabe habe.
Dieses Buch erinnert mich an eine gewisse Zeit in meinem Leben, die irgendwie,...sehr seltsam war. Es hing Verwirrung, Liebe, Hass und vor allem Angst in der Luft. Ich weiß bis heute nicht, wie ich das beschreiben soll (will ich auch gar nicht), weil sich das alles irgendwie wie ein Geheimnis zwischen dem Universum und mir anfühlt.
Zu dem Buch selbst werde ich voraussichtlich irgendwann etwas schreiben. Dazu muss ich es auf jeden Fall nochmal lesen und mir alles notieren unso. Ich brauche normalerweise sehr, sehr lange bis ich ein Buch zu Ende gelesen habe, aber das Buch,...na ja,..war schon nach 2 Tagen weg, sodass ich es ein zweites Mal las. Wirklich, das Buch ist einfach fabelhaft. (Ich las es im Übrigen letztes Jahr, ist also länger her.)
In diesem Buch ist ein Gedicht versteckt, ein wirklich, wirklich, sehr großartiges sogar.
Jeder der mich kennt, weiß, dass ich Gedichte absolut hasse,...na ja,...nicht "hasse",...nur "verabscheue" oder..."nicht so wirklich mag", weil sie irgendwie nicht mehr in unsere jetzige Zeit passen. So doof sich das auch anhören mag.
Das Gedicht ist auf englisch und verwirrt anfangs sehr. Ich denke, man muss es zwei Mal lesen, weil man es erst am Ende richtig versteht. Hier findet ihr das Gedicht auf schlechtem Deutsch, aber aufgepasst: es verliert auf deutsch die gewisse Wirkung. Auf deutsch hört es sich einfach kacke an, irgendwie.
EGAL WAS IHR GERADE MACHT, ABER: LEST DIESES GEDICHT. WIRKLICH. TUT ES. Danke.
[Hinweis: ich bin kein "Emo" und denke nicht an Suizid oder sonstigem.
Menschen, die danach etwas verstört sein können,
und wirklich denken, ich wäre jetzt in solch einer Lage,
haben das alles nicht verstanden.
Es geht regelrecht um Veränderung und Leben. Danke.]
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
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 nails 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
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 the new paint
and the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
and left butts on the pews
and sometime 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 thats 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 Father Tracy died
and he forgot how the end
of the Apostles'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 make up
that made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because it was the thing to do
and at 3 am 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. ----
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