Today’s Bits of Hell

I went to the bookstore this afternoon. I was asked to buy pens. Yeah, writing supplies. And I do have a list, like a grocery list. I think maldita kid gives away her pens, though she always says somebody borrowed it and she forgot to get it after class. Fortunately, she’s not using gtech yet.

Anyway, I hated going to the bookstore. I’m always tempted to buy books. I want this, I want that… Temptation. I can’t help but browse through the shelves. I saw the Vintage Twins collection, and I wanted all of them. I bought Dante’s Inferno, one part of the Vintage Sin Twin. It’s paired with Roth’s Sabbath’s Theater and I’d buy that next time. Then I’d buy Vintage Lies: Henry James’ What Maisie Knew and McEwan’s Atonement. And the next Vintage Twin, until I have all ten. These are limited edition prints, and I want these all on my shelf. Yeah.

Speaking of books, I read that a Swedish writer tried to publish a sequel to J.D. Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye. Coming Through the Rye, a spinoff advertised as a sequel to Salinger’s bestseller, allegedly chronicles Holden Caulfield’s life 60 years after. However, publication of the said book in the US was blocked by the court. It was a good thing… Catcher in the Rye is my all-time favorite, Holden Caulfield is a memorable character and of course people would like to remember him as the cynical teen whose thoughts seem to mirror our own at one point in our lives.

Argh.

I’m tired. My scoliosis is acting up again. I have philo class tomorrow and it’s until 20.30. Hell, I’m crashing.

Time and again,…

 

ONE MINUTE AT A TIME

©Roy Eisenstein – 12 February 2009

 

Time sneaks in and steals

It never tires

Never loses its appetite

Won’t rest or sleep

It feeds and feeds as minutes gather behind us

As the journey ahead shrinks

 

We can’t run from it

There’s really no escape

No hiding place

Or sanctuary

 

It simply ticks away

Chipping at our mortal biographies

Every one of us

 

So we must make vow

An oath

A promise to ourselves to live

To be present

To exalt in the now

Dance madly

Make insane love

And laugh in the face of finality

 

Roy Eisenstein is an online buddy at multiply. Great writer. 

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