Today has been a delightful one. I am putting the final touches on my literary paper. It’s about the speaker’s self-discovery in “Theme For English B” by Langston Hughes. I’m having a lot of fun with it. Meanwhile, I’ve finished reading Catcher in the Rye for my pleasure reading list. It’s an insightful novel that most people get to read in High School or Middle School. However, my opportunity never came along due to a constant change in class scheduling.
Here is a favorite quote of mine :
Here’s what he said: ‘The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.
I love it because of how it compares the novel’s characters to the protagonist. Holden is forever criticizing the “phoniness” of the boys and girls he meets. I say that because they are consistently avoiding their conscious desires with meaningless talk. This to me makes them children, yet ironically Phoebe is the only one Holden prefers talking to. They talk about celebrities (The Lavender Bar), the theater (Sally), or avoid talking altogether (The Wicker Bar). Phoebe, however, is the only one willing to ask her brother about his life.
I think this makes her a noble character and person. She is a ten-year-old that knows what she wants. She wants to be Benedict Arnold in her school play. That goal might seem simple but it’s honest. Everyone else trades in their desires for attention like Hollywood deals (D.B) and a normal life (Sally). I’m not sure where this puts Holden on my scale but I’m glad to have read this novel.
Since that time I’ve completed two college courses and am ready to start blogging again. I stopped writing it because I was concerned about its content. While my stories may have been entertaining they weren’t always truthful. Truthful to me means a direct play-by-play without any opinionated words to describe people. This is impossible for me to do so I must change the content of which I write.
Literary Theories, Paintings, Artists, and Music are just a few things that interest me. I love these things because of their impressions on culture. People can carry away many interpretations from just a single art piece. Yet, they aren’t always willing to share that influence with others. I’m one of those people because often times I feel overlooked. I am a seclusive person by nature but when I do speak to friends I don’t think they listen. In effort to overcome that insecurity I write.
I write because I want to reach people. I want to hear their opinions because that way mine can keep growing. Conversations, though, can only start after someone breaks the ice. Smash! Maybe now we can talk about The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao or Glee. I know that they both opened up my perspective on music and internalized racism.
It’s the first day of school and I’m sitting in the library patiently waiting 11:30. Outside the window are people walking across the lawns where last year I slept, skipping class. Lectures, textbooks, tests, were anything but what I wanted my life to be about. My head was with the birds flying through the clouds. For all we knew there was the Emerald City waiting for us on the other side of the occasional rainbow.
As it turns out though a rainbow is just a rainbow. A story just a story. We can tell ourselves a fantasy is true for however long we want but it won’t make it any more real; at least this is what I had done in the past. I wanted to believe dreams could be reached by simply closing my eyes. Dreams can be reached like this but I wanted to be on their plateau even while awake.
So I enrolled in college again. It’s not that I really want my life to be about the regularities of school like lunch time, studying, and shifting responsibilities of work and school. It’s nothing magical but maybe it’s the inspiration I need to write my own version of the Emerald City. I like the adventure but need a little push into it. The clock just ticked 11:10 and need to head to class. So long, Kansas.