
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
The Only Thing I'd Really Like To Be
It's 'if a body meet a body comin' through the rye'! old Phoebe said.
It's a poem. By Robert Burns.
I know its a poem by Robert Burns.
She was right, though. It is 'If a body meet a body comin' through the rye'. I didnt know it then, though.
I thought it was 'If a body catch a body,' I said.
Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around-nobody big, I mean-except me. And i'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What i have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff- I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them.
That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know its crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy."
Monday, October 26, 2009
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