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jackshoegazerEverything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
I know I posted about Kurt Vonnegut's passing earlier, but it was just an article. I had to leave for work, so I didn't have time to really say anything. I knew he was going to leave us after I read A Man Without a Country. He lived a rich and full life, troubled and beautiful and we should all wish we lived so. Breakfast of Champions saved or changed my life, I'm not sure which and if there is a difference, I don't know how to define it.
In the wake of Kurt's passing, I have seen many familiar and favorite quotes, mostly things he'd written or said about death and living. However, I think my favorite is from Player Piano, and I think it's this that resonated with me and sort of pinpointed what I wanted to illuminate with my own writing. "I want to stay as close on the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center... Big, undreamed-of things -- the people on the edge see them first.''
My literary forefathers have left me and gone on to the next new adventure. Hunter S. Thompson, Robert Anton Wilson, and Kurt Vonnegut, the three authors who really inspired me to write, have all recently departed this weird, weird world and I imagine this is what it feels like when one's actual father dies - this overwhelming duty to grow up and stop fucking around, the realization that you can never be a child again, that no one will ever pick you up when you fall, no one else will protect you, shelter you, or battle away the evils of the world for you. In a moment's notice, these are your own tasks. You must be the rock. You must be your own savior.
I suddenly feel like I have no more excuses.
I know I posted about Kurt Vonnegut's passing earlier, but it was just an article. I had to leave for work, so I didn't have time to really say anything. I knew he was going to leave us after I read A Man Without a Country. He lived a rich and full life, troubled and beautiful and we should all wish we lived so. Breakfast of Champions saved or changed my life, I'm not sure which and if there is a difference, I don't know how to define it.
In the wake of Kurt's passing, I have seen many familiar and favorite quotes, mostly things he'd written or said about death and living. However, I think my favorite is from Player Piano, and I think it's this that resonated with me and sort of pinpointed what I wanted to illuminate with my own writing. "I want to stay as close on the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center... Big, undreamed-of things -- the people on the edge see them first.''
My literary forefathers have left me and gone on to the next new adventure. Hunter S. Thompson, Robert Anton Wilson, and Kurt Vonnegut, the three authors who really inspired me to write, have all recently departed this weird, weird world and I imagine this is what it feels like when one's actual father dies - this overwhelming duty to grow up and stop fucking around, the realization that you can never be a child again, that no one will ever pick you up when you fall, no one else will protect you, shelter you, or battle away the evils of the world for you. In a moment's notice, these are your own tasks. You must be the rock. You must be your own savior.
I suddenly feel like I have no more excuses.
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Date: 2007-04-14 06:39 am (UTC)My entire relationship with my father has been projection of archetype. He died before I turned three. A lot of the way I perceive Nature as a Benevolent, Conscious, Generous Force is homogenized with my Father-archetype. For some reason, Odin emerged as the resonant character and I now bear Muninn and soon Huginn to secure my emotions about him.
What do you mean when you mention being "behind on your work"?