He said that when things were going really well we should
be sure to
notice it. He was talking about simple
occasions, not great victories: maybe drinking lemonade on
a hot afternoon in the shade, or smelling the aroma of a
nearby bakery, or fishing and not caring if we catch anything
or not, or hearing somebody all alone playing a piano really
well in the house next door. Uncle Alex urged me to say this
out loud during such epiphanies: "If this isn't nice, what is?"
-- Kurt Vonnegut. Timequake p.14 (1997)
Contemplating a purported work of art is a social activity.
Either you have a rewarding time, or you don't. You don't
have to say
why afterward. You don't have to say
anything....
People capable of liking some paintings or prints or whatever
can rarely do so without knowing something about the artist.
Again, the situation is social rather than scientific. Any
work of art is half of a conversation between two human beings,
and it helps a lot to know who is talking at you. Does he or
she have a reputation for seriousness, for religiosity, for
suffering, for concupiscence, for rebellion, for sincerity,
for jokes?
...Pictures are famous for their humanness, and not for
their pictureness.
-- Kurt Vonnegut. Timequake p.167-169 (1997)
I would have recognized the opportunity for a world-class
joke, but would never allow myself to be funny at the cost
of making somebody else feel like something the cat drug in.
-- Kurt Vonnegut. Timequake p.141 (1997)
Tellers of stories with ink on paper, not that they matter
anymore, have been either
swoopers or
bashers.
Swoopers write a story quickly, higgledly-piggledy,
crinkum-crankum, any which way. Then they go over it again
painstakingly, fixing everything that is just plain awkful
or doesn't work. Bashers go one sentence at a time, getting
it exactly right before they go on to the next one. When they're
done they're done.
I am a basher. Most men are bashers, and most women are
swoopers....
Writers who are swoopers, it seems to me, find it wonderful
that people are funny or tragic or whatever, worth
reporting, without wondering why or how people are
alive in the first place.
Bashers, while ostensibly making sentence after sentence
as efficient as possible, may actually be breaking down
seeming doors and fences, cutting their ways through
seeming barbed-wire entanglements, under fire and in
an atmosphere of mustard gas, in search of answers to these
eternal questions: "What in heck should we be doing? What
in heck is really going on?"
-- Kurt Vonnegut. Timequake p.137-138 (1997)