Erna With Cigarette
Ernst Ludwig Kirchner
I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, “If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.”
Kurt Vonnegut, In These Times
The Handmaid’s Tale
In a way, I found this book right on time. Atwood’s writing is haunting, beautiful. The words themselves are terrifying and uncomfortably familiar.
There were places you didn’t want to walk, precautions you took that had to do with locks on windows and doors, drawing the curtains, leaving on lights. These things you did were like prayers; you did them and you hoped they would save you. And for the most part they did. Or something did; you could tell by the fact that you were still alive.
My favorite part about this novel was a dearth of quoting: nothing is put on record in this haunting book of feelings.
You can wet the rim of a glass and run your finger around the rim and it will make a sound. This is what I feel like: this sound of glass. I feel like the word shatter.
How to describe the moment you finish a dystopian novel and feeling grateful to escape back into a saner time? Ah yes: wishful thinking.
Ignoring isn’t the same as ignorance, you have to work at it.
Happy birthday, friend of mine. Your has voice soothed and uplifted me, brought me sunshine and made me brave, all throughout my life so far. As an eight year old, I could not get enough of Black Hole Sun. Years later, Euphoria Morning, especially Preaching the End of the World, was my favorite to listen to. And then, of course, came Audioslave, the band that joined the strongest voice in history with fuckin’ Rage Against The Machine.
Then you went and killed yourself and just like that, the voice that grew me up was gone. I really took that personally, far more so than I expected. I found out from NPR, about 5:45 in the morning. I cried, all day.
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Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before.
Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle