this reminds me of a bit from the Catcher in the Rye, the bit where Holden breaks all the windows in his garage when his brother Allie dies. have you ever read that book? the sense of ambiguity you create in this poem and in fact all of your poems is very reminiscent of it. ambiguity adds a layer of sadness, i find. people don't care when you're personal with them.
Huh! I actually hadn't thought of that. I read the Catcher in the Rye a while back, honestly. At least four years ago. It hadn't even crossed my mind! But yeah, I remember that scene. Yeah, a lot of my literature can be a bit vague. Trying to figure out if it's a bad thing or not, haha.
It was, honestly, one out of the two (possibly three) books that I had to read for a class and ended up loving. It's wonderfully written, the plot is great--and it's sad, and beautiful, and ugh. I understand. I love the book. (:
good god, everyone in my class thought it was awful! my class was full of bloody hipsters. i'm not even kidding. english is seen as a sort of a doss a-level. they kept saying how it was "saaaad" and that it "had no plot" etc. they were exactly the sort of morons that j.d.salinger was trying to speak out against, if you want to know the truth.
UGH< I UNDERSTAND. I was in a...class of not so open-minded kids, who didn't see anything out of the box. They didn't even want to try and understand. And it makes me sad, because it's such a beautiful novel. However, they probably don't deserve the beauty of it anyway, if they don't want to take the time to see it.
it just made me think because the entire novel is about society's neglect of the depressed. and the people in my english class - the sort of people that think life is always about happy endings, that depression is something that you can just 'get over' - were exactly the people that Holden hated.
Exactly. You just can't get over it. It's like. Trying to climb up a hill that gets steeper every moment. It starts out, you're getting it, but it gets steeper and steeper and you kind of can't walk up walls. It's not just something you can do.
And they're exactly the type of people Holden hated. They're not understanding, they don't even try.