Kurt Vonnegut Jr. with coffee and bear.
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In previous generations
those who harbored doubts and reservations about organized religion—we called them Free Thinkers and Humanists—were often drawn to atheism. And the Millennials
come of age when just as the New
Atheists—mostly Boomers and Gen Xers—are
making a lot of noise and attracting attention.
Some, of course, will, join in the crusade that not only refutes God, but makes war upon myth
and mocks believers. But most
find the New Atheists bitter, overzealous, and the flip side of the coin to fundamentalists
refusing any dialogue or giving any quarter in a
religious war.
The Nones of this
generation are less cocksure and
more respectful of a variety of opinion and expression, universalists with a small u. They favor a kinder, gentler humanism that
leaves rooms for wonder and awe—think Carl Sagan and the
current rock star Neil deGrasse Tyson.
They also look to a humanism with a giving
heart and warm concern
for humanity.
Just who might be the poet for these folks? If they haven’t discovered him on their own,
I might point out Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
“I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going
over. Out on the edge you see all kind
of things you can’t see from the center.”
—Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Kurt Vonnegut Jr. was born on Armistice Day, November 11, 1922 in Indianapolis,
Indiana. He would go on to become a veteran of another war and the experience shaped him as a human being and
one of the great iconoclasts of his time.
His death on April 11, 2007 at the age of 84 was, as he predicted, not an
emphatic period at the end of a long
life, but a mere semi-colon (he despised
semi-colons.) He died of a brain injury sustained after slipping and falling on the steps of his Manhattan
apartment several days earlier. It was the kind of comic, anti-heroic departure
he could have written himself.
Vonnegut in later life used variations of this to illustrate his books and to sign letters and autographs.
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From a Letter to Knox Burger, 1961
Two little good girls
Watchful and wise —
Clever little hands
And big kind eyes —
Look for signs that the world is good,
Comport themselves as good folk should.
They wonder at a father
Who is sad and funny strong,
And they wonder at a mother
Like a childhood song.
And what, and what
Do the two think of?
Of the sun
And the moon
And the earth
And love.
Watchful and wise —
Clever little hands
And big kind eyes —
Look for signs that the world is good,
Comport themselves as good folk should.
They wonder at a father
Who is sad and funny strong,
And they wonder at a mother
Like a childhood song.
And what, and what
Do the two think of?
Of the sun
And the moon
And the earth
And love.
—Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
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.”
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, Jr.
And Vonnegut even left explicit advice to aspiring scribblers
everywhere.
Vonnegut’s
Eight Rules for Writing
- Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
- Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
- Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
- Every sentence must do one of two things—reveal character or advance the action.
- Start as close to the end as possible.
- Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them—in order that the audience may see what they are made of.
- Perform to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
- Give your audience as much information as possible as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Audience should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the bottom of the page.
—Kurt
Vonnegut, Jr.
And
so it goes.
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