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I'm not telling you to make the world better, because I don't think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I'm just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment. And if you ask me why you should bother to do that, I could tell you that the grave's a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace. Nor do they sing there, or write, or argue, or see the tidal bore on the Amazon, or touch their children. And that's what there is to do and get it while you can and good luck at it.
— Joan Didion
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helluva guy. we'll miss you KV...
ReplyDeleteHe meant a lot to me growing up. I was super sad yesterday and, unfortunately, it's carrying over into today. I know he thinks he's now forever unstuck but it's still hard to be as generous as "So it goes." And I didn't know him. But he's a part of my mythology. I'm not as funny as him, and probably not as smart, but he left his imprint on my prose and my life; even if I use longer sentences than he'd ever approve of employing. What I'm trying to say is it's odd to know we live in a world without Kurt Vonnegut. He always seemed like that cranky uncle you could count on being there with a good one-liner. That he got so depressed recently was really depressing because it felt like his joy had evaporated. My hope is he's unstuck with some sexy ladies that rejuvenate him so somewhere in time he's back to laughing as often as possible. Or, at least, fucking. The wake is a celebration if done right. It may only be 9 am but let's raise a toast: it's 9 pm somewhere.
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