"I will say anything to be funny, often in the most horrible situations."--Kurt Vonnegut, 1922-2007.Kurt Vonnegut died today. I haven't been sadder in a very, very long time. What began as a pristine, productive day of cleaning my room and bathroom and making travel arrangements turned suddenly sour and I couldn't do much of anything. Instead I went to the library and read Slughterhouse Five in it's entirety. Absolutely brilliant. Then I wrote Kurt a tribute, of sorts. Read it here. I've emailed it to the uni newspaper-- hopefully they'll like it and come two wednesdays from now it will be a featured article. I've always regretted not finishing the one I started for Mitch Hedburg when he went. Some people are just too fucking cool for this world.
Other than that, not much has happened. I watched a woman get mugged across the street from my house. By the time I got outside the thief was gone, but my neighbor Anne had been quicker and chased him so close that he dropped the woman's purse. So much for North Adelaide being the 'good part of town'. I've been drinking for about 10 hours now, since I got the news, really, and I haven't stopped feeling heavy. One of the greats just died and the only way I could feel worse is if Billy Collins, Adrienne Rich, Tom Robbins, John Irving, J.D. Salinger, Bob Dylan, Conor Oberst, or Adam Duritz died. I wasn't even that familiar with Vonnegut's work, but it doesn't matter; you don't have to know shit about the sun to know it's hot, and good.Drink Count: 9
You don't get pictures of me tonight. You get pictures of him.
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