Kurt Vonnegut: Dead - Tilted Forum Project Discussion Community

filtherton · 04-11-2007, 08:46 PM

I used to be way into him.

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/04/11/bo...ewanted=1&_r=1

He was old, kudos to him for making his life interesting.

eileenbunny · 04-11-2007, 08:52 PM

I love his writing. My husband is going to be sooo sad. Vonnegut was his favorite author.

clavus · 04-11-2007, 09:14 PM

No fucking cat.

No fucking cradle.

Elphaba · 04-11-2007, 09:54 PM

He is bobbing offshore in a helium balloon, at last.

hiredgun · 04-11-2007, 09:55 PM

A great author and a fascinating man.

So it goes.

aberkok · 04-11-2007, 10:06 PM

That's it... release the Ice-9. I don't think I can go on without one of my favourite authors.

Astrocloud · 04-11-2007, 10:28 PM

That's bad news.

hunnychile · 04-11-2007, 10:28 PM

Sad news indeed. Whoa. It's as if a bright light just disappeared out there!

His writing made my life evolve from mundane to magical when I was in college.

Guess he's discussing Bokononism with Kilgore Trout now....

Thanks Kurt. We Love You.

knightmyre · 04-12-2007, 03:48 AM

He was one of the reasons I came to love reading. His stories brought me to places I never dreamt possible.

Psycho Dad · 04-12-2007, 03:52 AM

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/04/12/bo...ks&oref=slogin

Quote:

April 12, 2007
Kurt Vonnegut, Novelist Who Caught the Imagination of His Age, Is Dead at 84
By DINITIA SMITH
Kurt Vonnegut, whose dark comic talent and urgent moral vision in novels like “Slaughterhouse-Five,” “Cat’s Cradle” and “God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater” caught the temper of his times and the imagination of a generation, died last night in Manhattan. He was 84 and had homes in Manhattan and in Sagaponack on Long Island.

Mr. Vonnegut suffered irreversible brain injuries as a result of a fall several weeks ago, according to his wife, Jill Krementz.

Mr. Vonnegut wrote plays, essays and short fiction. But it was his novels that became classics of the American counterculture, making him a literary idol, particularly to students in the 1960s and ’70s. Dog-eared paperback copies of his books could be found in the back pockets of blue jeans and in dorm rooms on campuses throughout the United States.

Like Mark Twain, Mr. Vonnegut used humor to tackle the basic questions of human existence: Why are we in this world? Is there a presiding figure to make sense of all this, a god who in the end, despite making people suffer, wishes them well?

He also shared with Twain a profound pessimism. “Mark Twain,” Mr. Vonnegut wrote in his 1991 book, “Fates Worse Than Death: An Autobiographical Collage,” “finally stopped laughing at his own agony and that of those around him. He denounced life on this planet as a crock. He died.”

Not all Mr. Vonnegut’s themes were metaphysical. With a blend of vernacular writing, science fiction, jokes and philosophy, he also wrote about the banalities of consumer culture, for example, or the destruction of the environment.

His novels — 14 in all — were alternate universes, filled with topsy-turvy images and populated by races of his own creation, like the Tralfamadorians and the Mercurian Harmoniums. He invented phenomena like chrono-synclastic infundibula (places in the universe where all truths fit neatly together) as well as religions, like the Church of God the Utterly Indifferent and Bokononism (based on the books of a black British Episcopalian from Tobago “filled with bittersweet lies,” a narrator says).

The defining moment of Mr. Vonnegut’s life was the firebombing of Dresden, Germany, by Allied forces in 1945, an event he witnessed firsthand as a young prisoner of war. Thousands of civilians were killed in the raids, many of them burned to death or asphyxiated. “The firebombing of Dresden,” Mr. Vonnegut wrote, “was a work of art.” It was, he added, “a tower of smoke and flame to commemorate the rage and heartbreak of so many who had had their lives warped or ruined by the indescribable greed and vanity and cruelty of Germany.”

His experience in Dresden was the basis of “Slaughterhouse-Five,” which was published in 1969 against the backdrop of war in Vietnam, racial unrest and cultural and social upheaval. The novel, wrote the critic Jerome Klinkowitz, “so perfectly caught America’s transformative mood that its story and structure became best-selling metaphors for the new age.”

To Mr. Vonnegut, the only possible redemption for the madness and apparent meaninglessness of existence was human kindness. The title character in his 1965 novel, “God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater,” summed up his philosophy:

“Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies — ‘God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.’ ”

Mr. Vonnegut eschewed traditional structure and punctuation. His books were a mixture of fiction and autobiography, prone to one-sentence paragraphs, exclamation points and italics. Graham Greene called him “one of the most able of living American writers.” Some critics said he had invented a new literary type, infusing the science-fiction form with humor and moral relevance and elevating it to serious literature.

He was also accused of repeating himself, of recycling themes and characters. Some readers found his work incoherent. His harshest critics called him no more than a comic book philosopher, a purveyor of empty aphorisms.

With his curly hair askew, deep pouches under his eyes and rumpled clothes, he often looked like an out-of-work philosophy professor, typically chain smoking, his conversation punctuated with coughs and wheezes. But he also maintained a certain celebrity, as a regular on panels and at literary parties in Manhattan and on the East End of Long Island, where he lived near his friend and fellow war veteran Joseph Heller, another darkly comic literary hero of the age.

Mr. Vonnegut was born in Indianapolis in 1922, the youngest of three children. His father, Kurt Sr., was an architect. His mother, Edith, came from a wealthy brewery family. Mr. Vonnegut’s brother, Bernard, who died in 1997, was a physicist and an expert on thunderstorms.

During the Depression, the elder Vonnegut went for long stretches without work, and Mrs. Vonnegut suffered from episodes of mental illness. “When my mother went off her rocker late at night, the hatred and contempt she sprayed on my father, as gentle and innocent a man as ever lived, was without limit and pure, untainted by ideas or information,” Mr. Vonnegut wrote. She committed suicide, an act that haunted her son for the rest of his life.

He had, he said, a lifelong difficulty with women. He remembered an aunt once telling him, “All Vonnegut men are scared to death of women.”

“My theory is that all women have hydrofluoric acid bottled up inside,” he wrote.

Mr. Vonnegut went east to attend Cornell University, but he enlisted in the Army before he could get a degree. The Army initially sent him to the Carnegie Institute of Technology (now Carnegie Mellon University) in Pittsburgh and the University of Tennessee to study mechanical engineering.

In 1944 he was shipped to Europe with the 106th Infantry Division and shortly saw combat in the Battle of the Bulge. With his unit nearly destroyed, he wandered behind enemy lines for several days until he was captured and sent to a prisoner of war camp near Dresden, the architectural jewel of Germany.

Assigned by his captors to make vitamin supplements, he was working with other prisoners in an underground meat locker when British and American warplanes started carpet bombing the city, creating a firestorm above him. The work detail saved his life.

Afterward, he and his fellow prisoners were assigned to remove the dead.

“The corpses, most of them in ordinary cellars, were so numerous and represented such a health hazard that they were cremated on huge funeral pyres, or by flamethrowers whose nozzles were thrust into the cellars, without being counted or identified,” he wrote in “Fates Worse Than Death.” When the war ended, Mr. Vonnegut returned to the United States and married his high school sweetheart, Jane Marie Cox. They settled in Chicago in 1945. The couple had three children, Mark, Edith and Nanette. In 1958, Mr. Vonnegut’s sister, Alice, and her husband died within a day of each other, she of cancer and he in a train crash. The Vonneguts took custody of their children, Tiger, Jim and Steven.

In Chicago, Mr. Vonnegut worked as a police reporter for the City News Bureau. He also studied for a master’s degree in anthropology at the University of Chicago, writing a thesis on “The Fluctuations Between Good and Evil in Simple Tales.” It was rejected unanimously by the faculty. (The university finally awarded him a degree almost a quarter of a century later, allowing him to use his novel “Cat’s Cradle” as his thesis.)

In 1947, he moved to Schenectady, N.Y., and took a job in public relations for the General Electric Company. Three years later he sold his first short story, “Report on the Barnhouse Effect,” to Collier’s magazine and decided to move his family to Cape Cod, Mass., where he wrote fiction for magazines like Argosy and The Saturday Evening Post. To bolster his income, he taught emotionally disturbed children, worked at an advertising agency and at one point started a Saab auto dealership.

His first novel was “Player Piano,” published in 1952. A satire on corporate life — the meetings, the pep talks, the cultivation of bosses — it also carries echoes of Aldous Huxley’s “Brave New World.” It concerns an engineer, Paul Proteus, who is employed by the Ilium Works, a company similar to General Electric. Proteus becomes the leader of a band of revolutionaries who destroy machines that they think are taking over the world.

“Player Piano” was followed in 1959 by “The Sirens of Titan,” a science-fiction novel featuring the Church of God of the Utterly Indifferent. In 1961 he published “Mother Night,” involving an American writer awaiting trial in Israel on charges of war crimes in Nazi Germany. Like Mr. Vonnegut’s other early novels, they were published as paperback originals. And like “Slaughterhouse-Five,” in 1972, and a number of other Vonnegut novels, “Mother Night” was adapted for film, in 1996, starring Nick Nolte.

In 1963, Mr. Vonnegut published “Cat’s Cradle.” Though it initially sold only about 500 copies, it is widely read today in high school English classes. The novel, which takes its title from an Eskimo game in which children try to snare the sun with string, is an autobiographical work about a family named Hoenikker. The narrator, an adherent of the religion Bokononism, is writing a book about the bombing of Hiroshima and comes to witness the destruction of the world by something called Ice-Nine, which, on contact, causes all water to freeze at room temperature.

Mr. Vonnegut shed the label of science-fiction writer with “Slaughterhouse-Five.” It tells the story of Billy Pilgrim, an infantry scout (as Mr. Vonnegut was), who discovers the horror of war. “You know — we’ve had to imagine the war here, and we have imagined that it was being fought by aging men like ourselves,” an English colonel says in the book. “We had forgotten that wars were fought by babies. When I saw those freshly shaved faces, it was a shock. My God, my God — I said to myself, ‘It’s the Children’s Crusade.’ ”

As Mr. Vonnegut was, Billy is captured and assigned to manufacture vitamin supplements in an underground meat locker, where the prisoners take refuge from Allied bombing.

In “Slaughterhouse-Five,” Mr. Vonnegut introduced the recurring character of Kilgore Trout, his fictional alter ego. The novel also featured a signature Vonnegut phrase.

“Robert Kennedy, whose summer home is eight miles from the home I live in all year round,” Mr. Vonnegut wrote at the end of the book, “was shot two nights ago. He died last night. So it goes.

“Martin Luther King was shot a month ago. He died, too. So it goes. And every day my Government gives me a count of corpses created by military science in Vietnam. So it goes.”

One of many Zenlike words and phrases that run through Mr. Vonnegut’s books, “so it goes” became a catchphrase for opponents of the Vietnam war.

“Slaughterhouse-Five” reached No.1 on best-seller lists, making Mr. Vonnegut a cult hero. Some schools and libraries have banned it because of its sexual content, rough language and scenes of violence.

After the book was published, Mr. Vonnegut went into a severe depression and vowed never to write another novel. Suicide was always a temptation, he wrote. In 1984, he tried to take his life with sleeping pills and alcohol.

“The child of a suicide will naturally think of death, the big one, as a logical solution to any problem,” he wrote. His son Mark also suffered a breakdown, in the 1970s, from which he recovered, writing about it in a book, “The Eden Express: A Memoir of Insanity.”

Forsaking novels, Mr. Vonnegut decided to become a playwright. His first effort, “Happy Birthday, Wanda June,” opened Off Broadway in 1970 to mixed reviews. Around this time he separated from his wife and moved to New York. (She remarried and died in 1986.)

In 1970, Mr. Vonnegut moved in with the author and photographer Jill Krementz, whom he married in 1979. They had a daughter, Lily. They survive him, as do all his other children.

Mr. Vonnegut returned to novels with “Breakfast of Champions, or Goodbye Blue Monday” (1973), calling it a “tale of a meeting of two lonesome, skinny, fairly old white men on a planet which was dying fast.” This time his alter ego is Philboyd Sludge, who is writing a book about Dwayne Hoover, a wealthy auto dealer. Hoover has a breakdown after reading a novel written by Kilgore Trout, who reappears in this book, and begins to believe that everyone around him is a robot.

In 1997, Mr. Vonnegut published “Timequake,” a tale of the millennium in which a wrinkle in space-time compels the world to relive the 1990s. The book, based on an earlier failed novel of his, was, in his own words, “a stew” of plot summaries and autobiographical writings. Once again, Kilgore Trout is a character. “If I’d wasted my time creating characters,” Mr. Vonnegut said in defense of his “recycling,” “I would never have gotten around to calling attention to things that really matter.”

Though it was a best seller, it also met with mixed reviews. “Having a novelist’s free hand to write what you will does not mean you are entitled to a free ride,” R. Z. Sheppard wrote in Time. But the novelist Valerie Sayers, in The New York Times Book Review, wrote: “The real pleasure lies in Vonnegut’s transforming his continuing interest in the highly suspicious relationship between fact and fiction into the neatest trick yet played on a publishing world consumed with the furor over novel versus memoir.”

Mr. Vonnegut said in the prologue to “Timequake” that it would be his last novel. And so it was.

His last book, in 2005, was a collection of biographical essays, “A Man Without a Country.” It, too, was a best seller.

In concludes with a poem written by Mr. Vonnegut called “Requiem,” which has these closing lines:

When the last living thing

has died on account of us,

how poetical it would be

if Earth could say,

in a voice floating up

perhaps

from the floor

of the Grand Canyon,

“It is done.”

People did not like it here.

"So it goes"

ratbastid · 04-12-2007, 04:23 AM

So it goes.

I just read his last book, A Man Without A Country. He was ready. Hell, he was shaking his fist at death and asking what took it so long.

I'd love to be able to publish a book like that in my last few months of life. It's brilliant. It's the ultimate "Here's my last word on what I think of this world and everything in it".

Bill O'Rights · 04-12-2007, 05:36 AM

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Originally Posted by ratbastid

I just read his last book, A Man Without A Country. It's brilliant. It's the ultimate "Here's my last word on what I think of this world and everything in it".

I haven't read it yet, but now I know what to say when Mrs. O'Rights asks me what I want for my birthday this year.

So long, Kurt. You've managed to succeed in doing what so many of us only aspire to do...you actually made a difference in this world. You will be remembered and missed, cross-generationaly. Not many men can say that.

ProfessorMayhem · 04-12-2007, 06:33 AM

We are healthy only to the extent that our ideas are humane.

guthmund · 04-12-2007, 07:32 AM

So it goes, indeed.

I have A Man without a Country sitting on my bookshelf...I was eventually going to get around to reading it. Seems this might be a good time to pick it up.

My favorite quote? It's a toss-up, but this was the first that sprang to mind.

Quote:

If you can do a half-assed job of anything, you're a one-eyed man in a kingdom of the blind.

ratbastid · 04-12-2007, 08:01 AM

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Originally Posted by guthmund

I have A Man without a Country sitting on my bookshelf...I was eventually going to get around to reading it. Seems this might be a good time to pick it up.

It's about a two-hour read. I read it completely in an airport on a layover.

That is, it's quick to run past your eyes. The ideas stick to your ribs for a while.

roachboy · 04-12-2007, 08:32 AM

strange how reading someone's books can give you the illusion that the author will always be around. strange how news that shows you that you were wrong about that can affect you.

slaughterhouse five jolted me significantly when i ran into it, and it still does.
i read quite alot of his other work, but s5 is the one that has stuck with me.

he had such a lovely voice-----able to make quite radical ideas seem sweet and light as candy. you'd eat them; they'd tickle your throat and make you laugh. you'd think that meant that the ideas would disappear as soon as the laughing stopped. but they didnt.

i feel a little like i've lost an old friend--you know, one of those folk you have known for a long long time but dont really keep in touch with, but who you retain affection for regardless, who makes you smile when you think of him or her, whose presence you kinda take for granted and that makes you happier in the world for that. despite the fact that you rarely talked any more. the kind of friend that was always great to see, to see how they have changed and how they havent, when you'd see them. the intervals between meetings doesnt seem to matter. sad that way.

Pogue Mahone · 04-12-2007, 09:33 AM

God made mud.
God got lonesome.
So God said to some of the mud, "Sit up!"
"See all I've made," said God, "the hills, the sea, the sky, the stars."
And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around.
Lucky me, lucky mud.
I, mud, sat up and saw what a nice job God had done.
Nice going, God.
Nobody but you could have done it, God! I certainly couldn't have.
I feel very unimportant compared to You.
The only way I can feel the least bit important is to think of all the mud that didn't even get to sit up and look around.
I got so much, and most mud got so little.
Thank you for the honor!
Now mud lies down again and goes to sleep.
What memories for mud to have!
What interesting other kinds of sitting-up mud I met!
I loved everything I saw!
Good night.
I will go to heaven now.
I can hardly wait...
To find out for certain what my wampeter was...
And who was in my karass...
And all the good things our karass did for you.
Amen.

Redlemon · 04-12-2007, 09:38 AM

Oh, well – he wasn’t going to write Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony anyway.
-Kurt Vonnegut, ‘Galápagos’

He was a great voice. Thanks for all the ~~fish~~ memories, Kurt.

Val_1 · 04-12-2007, 09:57 AM

Loved his stuff. He was a gifted writer and a free thinker. I much admired him. His writing style read so effortlessly. Reading his books were easier than breathing sometimes.

JStrider · 04-12-2007, 10:02 AM

damn thats really a bummer... awesome author...

fresnelly · 04-12-2007, 12:15 PM

Is it me or does the means of his death seem to have been pulled right from one of his stories?

I think it's time for me to read another one of his.

pig · 04-12-2007, 01:11 PM

i'm not sad to see kurt go at all; he lived a hell of a life and, as ratbastid pointed out, he was ready to go. i'm just glad he made the choice he did to put his thoughts on paper. loved the way he wrote, and loved the topics he usually wrote about. i just hope he wasn't in pain at the end.

uncle phil · 04-12-2007, 02:08 PM

damn, i loved his work...

Ourcrazymodern? · 04-12-2007, 03:04 PM

I love his stuff. He lives on his books.

analog · 04-12-2007, 03:44 PM

Earlier today, in the ICU, a 37 year old man who's been dying slowly of brain cancer for the past 5 years was being visited by his wife and two children, son 10, daughter 7, because he was feeling particularly well this morning. He started to code while they were talking, and finally succumbed despite everyone's efforts to resuscitate him.

The 7-year-old daughter said to her mother, in the midst of everyone trying to resuscitate him, "why won't they let daddy be with the angels?" Smart and tough girl, for 7 years old. I heard that first-hand from a nurse who was there helping.

Too bad her daddy wasn't famous... instead of people waxing emotional on internet forums, he'll have a small blurb in an obituary somewhere.

I find it a little sick that death is publicity.

hunnychile · 04-12-2007, 04:00 PM

If you want to read the story that is totally true and so incredible that you can't put it down; read "The Eden Express" by Kurt's son Mark.

It will give you insight about dropping out, taking off and creating an sort of artist colony that is waaaaay Off The Grid. All the struggles around such a bold move by those young idealistic kids is very intense & worth the read.

Poppinjay · 04-12-2007, 06:25 PM

Could we get a Vonnegut reading group together?

I love his stuff. As an english maejur, I read the regs, Slaughterhouse 5 etc. As a bookstore haint, I read much more. Galapagos was my fave.

Look; his life will expand a million years beyond most. By then man will be a flipper based society that barks and swallows fish.

kramus · 04-12-2007, 06:26 PM

The man was effortlessly, endlessly, amazingly creative. He sparkled and shone and made you think and laugh and be glad you'd been lucky enough to find his words to read.
Thanks, Mr. Vonnegut, for all the memories.

streak_56 · 04-12-2007, 07:12 PM

Gifted would only begin to explain his talents, truly inspirational.

KnifeMissile · 04-12-2007, 08:06 PM

I'm gonna stop payment on the cheque!

biznatch · 04-16-2007, 12:29 PM

That's a shame. I would've loved to have the bottom of my feet touch his, someday.

hunnychile · 04-16-2007, 02:18 PM

How perfectly clever Mr. Biznatch!

Nice, nice, ...very nice......so many people in the device.

04-11-2007, 08:46 PM	#1 (permalink)
filtherton Junkie Location: In the land of ice and snow.	Kurt Vonnegut: Dead I used to be way into him. http://www.nytimes.com/2007/04/11/bo...ewanted=1&_r=1 He was old, kudos to him for making his life interesting.

04-11-2007, 09:14 PM	#3 (permalink)
clavus pow! Location: NorCal	No fucking cat. No fucking cradle. __________________ Ass, gas or grass. Nobody rides for free.

04-11-2007, 09:54 PM	#4 (permalink)
Elphaba Deja Moo Location: Olympic Peninsula, WA	He is bobbing offshore in a helium balloon, at last. __________________ "You can't ignore politics, no matter how much you'd like to." Molly Ivins - 1944-2007

04-11-2007, 10:06 PM	#6 (permalink)
aberkok “Wrong is right.” Location: toronto	That's it... release the Ice-9. I don't think I can go on without one of my favourite authors. __________________ !check out my new blog! http://arkanamusic.wordpress.com Warden Gentiles: "It? Perfectly innocent. But I can see how, if our roles were reversed, I might have you beaten with a pillowcase full of batteries."

04-11-2007, 10:28 PM	#8 (permalink)
hunnychile Alien Anthropologist Location: Between Boredom and Nirvana	Sad news indeed. Whoa. It's as if a bright light just disappeared out there! His writing made my life evolve from mundane to magical when I was in college. Guess he's discussing Bokononism with Kilgore Trout now.... Thanks Kurt. We Love You. __________________ "I need compassion, understanding and chocolate." - NJB

04-11-2007, 08:52 PM	#2 (permalink)
eileenbunny Upright Location: Columbia, MD	I love his writing. My husband is going to be sooo sad. Vonnegut was his favorite author.

04-11-2007, 09:55 PM	#5 (permalink)
hiredgun Addict	A great author and a fascinating man. So it goes.

04-11-2007, 10:28 PM	#7 (permalink)
Astrocloud Apocalypse Nerd	That's bad news.

04-12-2007, 03:48 AM	#9 (permalink)
knightmyre Upright Location: Deltona, Florida	He was one of the reasons I came to love reading. His stories brought me to places I never dreamt possible. __________________ Intemporaliter volens vos gaudium, Daniel

04-12-2007, 04:23 AM	#11 (permalink)
ratbastid Darth Papa Location: Yonder	So it goes. I just read his last book, A Man Without A Country. He was ready. Hell, he was shaking his fist at death and asking what took it so long. I'd love to be able to publish a book like that in my last few months of life. It's brilliant. It's the ultimate "Here's my last word on what I think of this world and everything in it". Last edited by ratbastid; 04-12-2007 at 04:52 AM..

04-12-2007, 06:33 AM	#13 (permalink)
ProfessorMayhem Upright Location: Austin, TX	We are healthy only to the extent that our ideas are humane.

04-12-2007, 08:32 AM	#16 (permalink)
roachboy Super Moderator Location: essex ma	strange how reading someone's books can give you the illusion that the author will always be around. strange how news that shows you that you were wrong about that can affect you. slaughterhouse five jolted me significantly when i ran into it, and it still does. i read quite alot of his other work, but s5 is the one that has stuck with me. he had such a lovely voice-----able to make quite radical ideas seem sweet and light as candy. you'd eat them; they'd tickle your throat and make you laugh. you'd think that meant that the ideas would disappear as soon as the laughing stopped. but they didnt. i feel a little like i've lost an old friend--you know, one of those folk you have known for a long long time but dont really keep in touch with, but who you retain affection for regardless, who makes you smile when you think of him or her, whose presence you kinda take for granted and that makes you happier in the world for that. despite the fact that you rarely talked any more. the kind of friend that was always great to see, to see how they have changed and how they havent, when you'd see them. the intervals between meetings doesnt seem to matter. sad that way. __________________ a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear it make you sick. -kamau brathwaite

04-12-2007, 09:33 AM	#17 (permalink)
Pogue Mahone Crazy Location: Denver, Colorado	God made mud. God got lonesome. So God said to some of the mud, "Sit up!" "See all I've made," said God, "the hills, the sea, the sky, the stars." And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around. Lucky me, lucky mud. I, mud, sat up and saw what a nice job God had done. Nice going, God. Nobody but you could have done it, God! I certainly couldn't have. I feel very unimportant compared to You. The only way I can feel the least bit important is to think of all the mud that didn't even get to sit up and look around. I got so much, and most mud got so little. Thank you for the honor! Now mud lies down again and goes to sleep. What memories for mud to have! What interesting other kinds of sitting-up mud I met! I loved everything I saw! Good night. I will go to heaven now. I can hardly wait... To find out for certain what my wampeter was... And who was in my karass... And all the good things our karass did for you. Amen. __________________ I still wave at the dots on the shore And I still beat my head against the door I still rage and wage my little war I'm a shade and easy to ignore

04-12-2007, 09:38 AM	#18 (permalink)
Redlemon Devoted Donor Location: New England	Oh, well – he wasn’t going to write Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony anyway. -Kurt Vonnegut, ‘Galápagos’ He was a great voice. Thanks for all the ~~fish~~ memories, Kurt. __________________ I can't read your signature. Sorry.

04-12-2007, 09:57 AM	#19 (permalink)
Val_1 Addict Location: In a State of Denial	Loved his stuff. He was a gifted writer and a free thinker. I much admired him. His writing style read so effortlessly. Reading his books were easier than breathing sometimes. __________________ I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day. -Frank Sinatra

04-12-2007, 02:08 PM	#23 (permalink)
uncle phil comfortably numb... Super Moderator Location: upstate	damn, i loved his work... __________________ "We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it.

04-12-2007, 03:04 PM	#24 (permalink)
Ourcrazymodern? still, wondering. Location: South Minneapolis, somewhere near the gorgeous gorge	I love his stuff. He lives on his books. __________________ BE JUST AND FEAR NOT

04-12-2007, 10:02 AM	#20 (permalink)
JStrider Poo-tee-weet? Location: The Woodlands, TX	damn thats really a bummer... awesome author... __________________ -=JStrider=- ~Clatto Verata Nicto

04-12-2007, 12:15 PM	#21 (permalink)
fresnelly Functionally Appropriate Location: Toronto	Is it me or does the means of his death seem to have been pulled right from one of his stories? I think it's time for me to read another one of his. __________________ Building an artificial intelligence that appreciates Mozart is easy. Building an A.I. that appreciates a theme restaurant is the real challenge - Kit Roebuck - Nine Planets Without Intelligent Life

04-12-2007, 01:11 PM	#22 (permalink)
pig pigglet pigglet Location: Locash	i'm not sad to see kurt go at all; he lived a hell of a life and, as ratbastid pointed out, he was ready to go. i'm just glad he made the choice he did to put his thoughts on paper. loved the way he wrote, and loved the topics he usually wrote about. i just hope he wasn't in pain at the end. __________________ You don't love me, you just love my piggy style

04-12-2007, 03:44 PM	#25 (permalink)
analog Banned	Earlier today, in the ICU, a 37 year old man who's been dying slowly of brain cancer for the past 5 years was being visited by his wife and two children, son 10, daughter 7, because he was feeling particularly well this morning. He started to code while they were talking, and finally succumbed despite everyone's efforts to resuscitate him. The 7-year-old daughter said to her mother, in the midst of everyone trying to resuscitate him, "why won't they let daddy be with the angels?" Smart and tough girl, for 7 years old. I heard that first-hand from a nurse who was there helping. Too bad her daddy wasn't famous... instead of people waxing emotional on internet forums, he'll have a small blurb in an obituary somewhere. I find it a little sick that death is publicity.

04-12-2007, 04:00 PM	#26 (permalink)
hunnychile Alien Anthropologist Location: Between Boredom and Nirvana	If you want to read the story that is totally true and so incredible that you can't put it down; read "The Eden Express" by Kurt's son Mark. It will give you insight about dropping out, taking off and creating an sort of artist colony that is waaaaay Off The Grid. All the struggles around such a bold move by those young idealistic kids is very intense & worth the read. __________________ "I need compassion, understanding and chocolate." - NJB

04-12-2007, 06:25 PM	#27 (permalink)
Poppinjay You had me at hello Location: DC/Coastal VA	Could we get a Vonnegut reading group together? I love his stuff. As an english maejur, I read the regs, Slaughterhouse 5 etc. As a bookstore haint, I read much more. Galapagos was my fave. Look; his life will expand a million years beyond most. By then man will be a flipper based society that barks and swallows fish. __________________ I think the Apocalypse is happening all around us. We go on eating desserts and watching TV. I know I do. I wish we were more capable of sustained passion and sustained resistance. We should be screaming and what we do is gossip. -Lydia Millet

04-12-2007, 06:26 PM	#28 (permalink)
kramus loving the curves Location: my Lady's manor	The man was effortlessly, endlessly, amazingly creative. He sparkled and shone and made you think and laugh and be glad you'd been lucky enough to find his words to read. Thanks, Mr. Vonnegut, for all the memories. __________________ And now to disengage the clutch of the forebrain ... I'm going with this - if you like artwork visit http://markfineart.ca

04-12-2007, 07:12 PM	#29 (permalink)
streak_56 who ever said streaking was a bad thing? Location: Calgary	Gifted would only begin to explain his talents, truly inspirational.

04-12-2007, 08:06 PM	#30 (permalink)
KnifeMissile Location: Waterloo, Ontario	I'm gonna stop payment on the cheque!

04-16-2007, 12:29 PM	#31 (permalink)
biznatch Junkie Location: France	That's a shame. I would've loved to have the bottom of my feet touch his, someday. __________________ Check it out: The Open Source/Freeware/Gratis Software Thread

04-16-2007, 02:18 PM	#32 (permalink)
hunnychile Alien Anthropologist Location: Between Boredom and Nirvana	How perfectly clever Mr. Biznatch! Nice, nice, ...very nice......so many people in the device. __________________ "I need compassion, understanding and chocolate." - NJB