quinta-feira, janeiro 28, 2010

44/2010 - the catcher in the rye, o recolector de senteio

Reduzir, J.D. Salinger ao homem que escreveu the catcher in the rye, será redutor.
Reduzir... será redutor.
Seria, se the catcher in the rye fosse um livro sobre alguém que apanha/recolhe centeio.
Não é disso que o livro nos fala, sussura-nos o sentido da vida... baixinho, voz de vento, acariciando o cereal.

3 Comments:

Blogger pedro oliveira said...

Nota: Senteio, misto de centeio e de sentido.

quinta-feira, janeiro 28, 2010 11:32:00 da tarde  
Blogger pedro oliveira said...

"You know that song 'If a body catch a body comin' through the rye'? I'd like — "
"It's 'If a body meet a body coming through the rye'!" old Phoebe said. "It's a poem. By Robert Burns."
"I know it's a poem by Robert Burns."
She was right, though. It is "If a body meet a body coming through the rye." I didn't 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 it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy."

sexta-feira, janeiro 29, 2010 12:06:00 da manhã  
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