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Τετάρτη, 16 Μαρτίου 2011

To Santa Claus and Little Sisters (A poem from an anonymous boy who committed suicide)

Editor's Note:  This poem was written by a fifteen-year-old boy, most likely in the late 1960's, two years before he committed suicide.  It has achieved a small measure of fame, as it has been posted on many internet sites and has been made part of the curriculum at some schools.  It was published in 1972 by Time as part of an article on teen suicide, and then analyzed by Judson Jerome in one of his books.  However, the version published in Time and analyzed by Jerome was cut down mercilessly.  This is the full version, which I received from a lady in Texas named Vicky Moody, who learned it in school in 1972, and  to whom I am very grateful.
 
To Santa Claus and Little Sisters
(the original version as given to me by a reader)

Once,
On yellow paper, with green lines, he wrote a poem,
And called it "Chops",
Because that was the name of his dog,
And that’s what it was all about.
And the teacher gave him an "A"
And a gold star,
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door,
And read it to all his aunts.
That was the year his sister was born,
With tiny toenails and no hair,
And Father Tracy took them to the zoo
And let them sing on the bus.
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a Christmas card
Signed with a row of x's.
And his father always tucked him in at night,
And he was always there to do it.

Once,
On white paper, with blue lines, he wrote another poem.
And he called it "Autumn"
Because that was the name of a season,
And that’s what it was all about.
And the teacher gave him an "A"
And told him to write more clearly.
And his mother didn’t hang it on the kitchen door
Because the door
Had just been painted.
That was the year his sister got glasses,
With black frames and thick lenses.
And the kids told him why father and mother
Kissed a lot,
And that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews,
And the girl around the block laughed
When he went to see Santa Claus at Macy’s.
And his father stopped tucking him in bed at night,
And got mad when he cried for him to.

Once,
On paper torn from his notebook, he wrote another poem,
And he called it "Question Marked Innocence",
Because that was the name of his grief
And that’s what it was all about.
And the professor gave him an "A"
And a strange and steady look.
And his mother never hung it on the door
Because he never let her see it.
That year he found his sister necking on the back porch
And his parents never kissed, or even smiled.
And he forgot how the end of the "Apostle’s Creed" went,
And Father Tracy died.
And the girl around the block wore too much make-up
That made him cough when he kissed her,
But he kissed her anyway.

Once,
At 3 a.m., he tucked himself in bed,
His father snoring soundly.
He tried another poem, on the back of a pack of matches,
And he called it "absolutely nothing"
Because that’s what it was all about.
And he gave himself an "A"
And a slash on each damp wrist,
And hung it on the bathroom door,
Because he couldn’t reach the kitchen.
 
                               Anonymous (written by a 15-year-old boy
                                    two years before he committed suicide)

2 σχόλια:

  1. Ω!! Θεέ μου!! Ίσως το συγκλονιστικότερο κείμενο που έχω διαβάσει τελευταία.
    Η ταχύτητα με την οποία σε τραβάει μαζί του μέχρι το τέλος, παρέα με όλες τις εικόνες και τα συναισθήματα τις κινήσεις, τις αλλαγές μέσα στο χρόνο, προκαλεί ίλιγγο. Και τι τέλος!!
    Ειλικρινά δεν ντρέπομαι να πω πως έχω ανατριχιάσει. ..."Because he couldn't reach the kitchen" .......
    Κώστα καλημέρα.. Θα χρειαστεί χρόνος να συνέλθω από το κύμα συναισθημάτων που με κατέκλυσε.
    Να σαι καλά φίλε μου

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  2. ΧΡΙΣΤΟΦΟΡΟΣ
    Και εγώ συγκλονίστηκα. Χριστόφορε δεν μπορώ να μπω στο μπλογκ σου. Τι γίνεται;

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