Thursday, April 12, 2007

Requiem

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.

-- Kurt Vonnegut (1922-2007), Requiem
This is the last page, but the Author's Note, of A Man Without A Country, (c) 2005

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At April 12, 2007 3:28 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thank you for the rememberance of this giant in our collective social awareness. Good quote!

BTW, I'm wondering if The Neurocritic is ready to tackle NYT's big spread on Desire? I'm trying to think what KV would say about it, but am still floundering. I guess it seems trivial....

 
At April 12, 2007 5:35 PM, Blogger The Neurocritic said...

Love is where you find it. I think it is foolish to go looking for it, and I think it can often be poisonous.

-- Kurt Vonnegut, Slapstick, or Lonesome No More

...or maybe:

If you really want to hurt your parents, and you don’t have nerve enough to be a homosexual, the least you can do is go into the arts.

-- K.V., Timequake

 

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