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Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt -- Kurt Vonnegut is dead
I got linked to Harrison Bergeron a little while ago and realized that I'd forgotten I'd read it in high school and that it was by Vonnegut so now I'm sad too.
I got linked to Harrison Bergeron a little while ago and realized that I'd forgotten I'd read it in high school and that it was by Vonnegut so now I'm sad too.
That was from Welcome to the Monkey House. It's a collection of shorts and they're all fantastic.
I'd like to think he is having a pleasant time there.
SIGH
Teefs.
I'm going to perhaps err on the side of foolishness here, and assume that you're being sincere in this thread.
Several years back, Stephen Jay Gould wrote a lovely piece about the differing--and not necessarily oppositional--rolls that science and religion play in the human experience, called "Nonoverlapping Magisteria". It revolved mainly around a trip that he and Carl Sagan took to a conference sponsored by the Pontifical Academy of Sciences, in Rome. In his postscript, he mentioned the recently-deceased Sagan, and spoke not of science but of how, as a scientist, he hoped he was wrong about the existence of souls.
Teefs, religion, Heaven, God, Allah, Jesus, whatever...these things can--paradoxically--comfort atheists sometimes as well.
In other words, now is as great a time as any to hope that you're wrong.
Carl also shared my personal suspicion about the nonexistence of souls—but I cannot think of a better reason for hoping we are wrong than the prospect of spending eternity roaming the cosmos in friendship and conversation with this wonderful soul.
So I just read Harrison Bergeron, and now I'm sad Kurt Vonnegut is dead too.
Meissnerd on
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RankenphilePassersby were amazedby the unusually large amounts of blood.Registered User, ModeratorMod Emeritus
edited April 2007
man I still can't get my head around all of this
I mean, yeah, the dude has been on death's door for years, practically knocking and begging to go through
but still
man, what a fucking loss
also, just looked over Steadman's site to see if he had any mention of it (no, still too early) and realized that Vonnegut wrote the intro for Steadman's book on HST
I got linked to Harrison Bergeron a little while ago and realized that I'd forgotten I'd read it in high school and that it was by Vonnegut so now I'm sad too.
That was from Welcome to the Monkey House. It's a collection of shorts and they're all fantastic.
RankenphilePassersby were amazedby the unusually large amounts of blood.Registered User, ModeratorMod Emeritus
edited April 2007
Oh, a lion hunter in the jungle dark,
and a sleeping drunkard up in Central Park,
and a Chinese dentist and a British queen,
all fit together in the same machine.
Nice, nice, very nice,
nice, nice, very nice,
nice, nice, very nice
such very different people in the same device.
Tiger got to hunt,
Bird got to fly;
Man got to sit and wonder, "Why, why, why?"
Tiger got to sleep,
Bird got to land;
Man got to tell himself he understand.
'night y'all
I wanted all things
To seem to make some sense,
So we all could be happy, yes,
Instead of tense.
And I made up lies
So that they all fit nice,
And I made this sad world
A Par-a-dise.
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I'd like to think he is having a pleasant time there.
You are silly
Can't a man have his beliefs, Paperclips?
I loved vonnegut more than any of you
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anyone post this?
Granted, I don't read anything anyone else writes either.
I can empathize (or is it sympathize?) with folks though.
I'll try to remedy that, but right now I'm confused as to how I haven't read any of his stuff
I'm going to perhaps err on the side of foolishness here, and assume that you're being sincere in this thread.
Several years back, Stephen Jay Gould wrote a lovely piece about the differing--and not necessarily oppositional--rolls that science and religion play in the human experience, called "Nonoverlapping Magisteria". It revolved mainly around a trip that he and Carl Sagan took to a conference sponsored by the Pontifical Academy of Sciences, in Rome. In his postscript, he mentioned the recently-deceased Sagan, and spoke not of science but of how, as a scientist, he hoped he was wrong about the existence of souls.
Teefs, religion, Heaven, God, Allah, Jesus, whatever...these things can--paradoxically--comfort atheists sometimes as well.
In other words, now is as great a time as any to hope that you're wrong.
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No, you see, that's his favorite joke. He told it at a Unitarian funeral. He just wanted people to tell it about him when he died, God forbid.
Ya see, because they don't believe in good actions as an attempt to get into Heaven.
I mean, yeah, the dude has been on death's door for years, practically knocking and begging to go through
but still
man, what a fucking loss
also, just looked over Steadman's site to see if he had any mention of it (no, still too early) and realized that Vonnegut wrote the intro for Steadman's book on HST
man I need to get that book
Such a quality collection too.
this thread makes me so sad
I just want to go do something else to get my mind off it
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I think that was a pretty brilliant little idea he had
kind of a hard thing to describe as well as he does, but it is sort of like a group of people you are basically destined to be with
not like a spouse or a lover necessarily, but one of them might be part of your karass
but more like people that are a part of your life whether you like it or not and that are inextricably linked to your own destiny
I don't think I'm describing it right, though
Appearantly you guys are wrong about death-by-ciggarettes thing.
Seems he died from falling and taking a nasty blow to the head.
cigarette sales to drop amazingly
wonders how in the hell he hasn't died yet
what with all he's been through and the horrible shit he's put in his body
even tried to kill himself once
and what finally takes him out?
the floor
and a sleeping drunkard up in Central Park,
and a Chinese dentist and a British queen,
all fit together in the same machine.
Nice, nice, very nice,
nice, nice, very nice,
nice, nice, very nice
such very different people in the same device.
Bird got to fly;
Man got to sit and wonder, "Why, why, why?"
Tiger got to sleep,
Bird got to land;
Man got to tell himself he understand.
'night y'all
I wanted all things
To seem to make some sense,
So we all could be happy, yes,
Instead of tense.
And I made up lies
So that they all fit nice,
And I made this sad world
A Par-a-dise.
night, bonk
see you in pall mall tomorrow
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