Thank you Kurt.
If you are a humanist, you will probably dig Man Without A Country. I’ve read the Amazon
reviews and on other sites that take book reviews. I’m astounded by people who take offense to Vonnegut’s humanistic perspective. One reviewer below suggests that Man Without A Country contains talking points straight from the Democratic National Committee. I checked the DNC website and couldn’t identify any lines from Vonnegut’s book. So it goes.
Yes, Vonnegut draws connections between Bush and Hitler—they both called themselves Christians despite what many liberal documentaries suggest about Hitler being a pagan. But being opposed to Bush doesn’t make Kurt a Democrat. Read Kurt’s words, HE’S A HUMANIST. For those of you that are anti-humanists, there are plenty of sentences to be taken out of context to exploit towards your own divisive agendas. Vonnegut reminds us of a line by Shakespeare: “The Devil will quote scripture for his purpose.”
When did respecting each other become politically divisive? I’ve often wondered why respecting science is politically divisive. Kurt sheds some light on these topics among others.
Look, if you think the world is all hunky-dory, this won’t be your cup of tea. Or, if you dug Vonnegut’s earlier work solely for his humor, you may be disappointed with this read. Vonnegut grapples with his grasp on turning out humor, about how other humorists loose their humor as they age. Vonnegut still has his humor, but he is pissed off—many readers haven’t known when he has been joking and when he has been serious. For the remedial readers he annotates his jokes by saying, “I’m kidding.”
Just because Kurt loves humans, he isn’t beyond shaking his finger at those who preach love as they drop bombs and enslave little brown folks. If you object to this assessment of our current world order, and you have read the books Vonnegut suggests every non-twerp has read, then, I’m open to reading your objections to the content of Kurt’s assertions. Seriously, do you consume much non-American media?
Fellow humanists,
it’s time to take these ideas seriously. Enough of the politicians spewing their intellishit. Kurt begins his penultimate book: “There is no reason good can’t triumph over evil, if only angels will get organized along the lines of the mafia.”
Here’s to Bokonon. * Kurt, I look forward to reading your next novel. I hope you do find a way to write it’s ending.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Ben Mack's review of Man Without A Country by Kurt Vonnegut
Monday, September 05, 2005
Sunday, September 04, 2005
one full day spins around
to the next and adrift the motion
leaves the restless
falling, a month or so
until autumn and world
war dreams - war games
one full night, a lit porch light
a community built of weeds, of contact
with the western lands, a symbol
placed above the skyline
tracking along the edge of twilight
i don't drink with the boys
i don't expect to be silent
whispers three times
her name to moonrise
one full moment, pregnant pause, slowed
expect revelation,
a conscripted pardon, flash of insight
some glowing new sign
you expected the mirror
placed fervently in your path
by the gods, by their attendees
and gave inward, gave up, gave out
when it was not what you foresaw
get out
to the next and adrift the motion
leaves the restless
falling, a month or so
until autumn and world
war dreams - war games
one full night, a lit porch light
a community built of weeds, of contact
with the western lands, a symbol
placed above the skyline
tracking along the edge of twilight
i don't drink with the boys
i don't expect to be silent
whispers three times
her name to moonrise
one full moment, pregnant pause, slowed
expect revelation,
a conscripted pardon, flash of insight
some glowing new sign
you expected the mirror
placed fervently in your path
by the gods, by their attendees
and gave inward, gave up, gave out
when it was not what you foresaw
get out
Monday, November 29, 2004
Monday, November 22, 2004
i think i thought i knew
now i know i didn't know
i think i thought i knew
now i know i didn't know
i think i thought i knew
now i know i didn't know
lie let you be
lie let you be
lie let you be
lie let you be
lie let you be
convictions cause convicts
convictions cause convicts
convictions cause convicts
convection brings warmth
i think i thought i knew
convection brings warmth
i think i thought i knew
convection brings warmth
i think i thought i knew
now i know i didn't know
now i know i didn't know
i think i thought i knew
now i know i didn't know
i think i thought i knew
now i know i didn't know
lie let you be
lie let you be
lie let you be
lie let you be
lie let you be
convictions cause convicts
convictions cause convicts
convictions cause convicts
convection brings warmth
i think i thought i knew
convection brings warmth
i think i thought i knew
convection brings warmth
i think i thought i knew
now i know i didn't know
Sunday, November 21, 2004
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Monday, November 15, 2004
Sunday, November 07, 2004
OR cut lurE
1.O!
that unthinking thought
hidden?
then tear each cancerous page
from our memory's journal
thought driven
from within
don't we nee tha there?, them earth
quakin
wishing
conditioned, soiled
in fea
2.R
"take it up from the ground, hydra-
headed pipeline fill tap top ulic fluid
right off from the earth's crust"
tight worn water gray pant suit
then from somewhere nestled in greed
basil soup stain shiny shoes he goes
"three and a latte" heartworm splatters
like afterbirth
born backwards and subtle
(beneath currents, between monoliths)
of carved earthworm clay, sculpted soul
into worn water gray pant suit tight
shoes stained hair slick
"nothing tastes like it used to..
...i can't figure out why"
1.O!
that unthinking thought
hidden?
then tear each cancerous page
from our memory's journal
thought driven
from within
don't we nee tha there?, them earth
quakin
wishing
conditioned, soiled
in fea
2.R
"take it up from the ground, hydra-
headed pipeline fill tap top ulic fluid
right off from the earth's crust"
tight worn water gray pant suit
then from somewhere nestled in greed
basil soup stain shiny shoes he goes
"three and a latte" heartworm splatters
like afterbirth
born backwards and subtle
(beneath currents, between monoliths)
of carved earthworm clay, sculpted soul
into worn water gray pant suit tight
shoes stained hair slick
"nothing tastes like it used to..
...i can't figure out why"
Thursday, November 04, 2004
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