We never say, "Thank you."
Kurt Vonnegut's editorials were very distinct from his fiction. The former were clear, concise, and to the point. The latter were sublime, leaving the reader to draw their own conclusions. I'll always think of Kurt Vonnegut, jr. and turkey basters with a smile when I hear the word, "Galapagos". His humour was sick - in a good way.
We take for granted they'll always be there, writing for us, speaking for us, and thinking for us; but they die and leave us with our world. When I was young, I wondered why a book would be written and printed in such a manner; then I discovered he lived it. Thoughts hurt in the middle of carnage. Thoughts blur in the middle of insanity created by humanity. Time becomes disjointed. "So it goes."
Minds capable of intricate thought are rare and under appreciated. We don't have replacements ready for the loss of even one such person. Death accompanies us, ready to take anything when we blink. Kurt Vonnegut, jr. would be glad to leave the war and politicians, but we are weaker without him, voices made more feeble.
Yes, we are left to mourn for ourselves, but we shouldn't mourn for Kurt Vonnegut, jr. Some people understand humanity to the point of suffering. K. Vonnegut saw the nobility among the nonsense and the deceptions costumed as truth. His eyes were wide-open. Few offer their insight for the blind as he did.
Contemporary politics encourages an atmosphere in which people fear agreement or disagreement. It's on the maudlin middle of the road that politicians would like to steam roll its citizens. Kurt Vonnegut wasn't worried about stepping far to the left or far to the right. He seemed to be seeking a path made of thoughts; informed foresight clears all roads. Mr. Vonnegut laid stepping stones for others to find their own deepest thoughts. Many fear the torture of looking inward, not Kurt Vonnegut. We must be honest with ourselves before we can be honest with the world.
Apr 14 2007 - 4:11pm