I have three beautiful sons that are lucky enough to look like their Mother. I spend all of my time with those little bastards.
I'm rated 18th in the World for Competitive Eating. It makes my Mom nervous, she thought I was going to be a Doctor.
I need to amend this comment, because it seems like a lie: He did not speak to me directly, like: "Oh Infinitesimal, you are so wonderful, let me have a private conversation with you..."
No, it was in a lecture, and he asked us all to do that. He wanted us to stand up, and speak aloud the name of the English teacher who made a difference in our lives, and we all did, mumble in unison, and then, as we stood together as a group, he asked us to write a poem and throw it away. He was 81.
my brother writes weird haiku, and i remember those though.
like:
bowels bursting forth hot painful bloody discharge iiiiiiit's dysentery!!
OR
fuzzy bunnies frolicking on the highway a real big truck, damn.
but anyway
do you think the lost haiku counts? I always wanted to write a Kurt poem, but maybe the lost haiku is exactly what he meant? Like doing that every day is way better than just doing it intentionally once?
i'll tell you what vonnegut told me to do:
ReplyDeletehe said to write a poem, one that i was really proud of
show no-one
not memorize it
and crumple it up and throw it away, or better yet, he said, burn it.
he said just knowing it had been written was good, it did not need to be acknowledged or stay written.
i never did what he asked, i figured i would do it... in honor of his death.
want to do it with me?
i know what you mean about dreading it for years, he was/is my favorite author.
I need to amend this comment, because it seems like a lie:
ReplyDeleteHe did not speak to me directly, like: "Oh Infinitesimal, you are so wonderful, let me have a private conversation with you..."
No, it was in a lecture, and he asked us all to do that. He wanted us to stand up, and speak aloud the name of the English teacher who made a difference in our lives, and we all did, mumble in unison, and then, as we stood together as a group, he asked us to write a poem and throw it away. He was 81.
K, I feel better now.
well, not really.
damn.
thats really really funny.
ReplyDeleteI kind of do that every day. When I sit on the train I put together Haiku's and then forget to write them down when I get to work.
Sometimes I can remember one of the lines, but mostly they are lost forever....
dude,
ReplyDeleteI do that too!
all the time.
my brother writes weird haiku, and i remember those though.
like:
bowels bursting forth
hot painful bloody discharge
iiiiiiit's dysentery!!
OR
fuzzy bunnies
frolicking on the highway
a real big truck, damn.
but anyway
do you think the lost haiku counts?
I always wanted to write a Kurt poem, but maybe the lost haiku is exactly what he meant? Like doing that every day is way better than just doing it intentionally once?
the whole idea is to get you writing and not worrying about how it is going to be received or preserved.
ReplyDeleteIf you know it's just going to disappear, you might be more honest, and you might enjoy the process.
Why wait for a piece of Acid Free Archival Paper, when you can excorcise the demon and get it out on a napkin....