The way I played music there was the way I wanted to farm, chop wood, cook, make love, raise children. Everything. A lo of it had to do with things I felt while I played. If only I could feel that sense of total absorption in what I was doing when I was doing other things. It was more than absorption, it was spontaneity, competence, a sense of grace and playfulness, of being in touch with an inexhaustible source of energy and beauty.
Mark Vonnegut
grace life beauty music energy
What occurs to people when they read Kurt [Vonnegut] is that things are much more up for grabs than they thought they were. The world is a slightly different place just because they read a damn book. Imagine that.
reading reality
The most radical, audacious thing to think is that there might be some point to working hard and thinking hard and reading hard and writing hard and trying to be of service
reading writing
Writing was a spiritual exercise for my father, the only thing he really believed in.
belief writing spiritual vonnegut
Fear that I was very different from everyone else. Fear that deep down inside I was a shallow fraud, that after the revolution or after Jesus came down to straighten everything out, everyone from hippies to hard-hats would unfold and blossom into the beautiful people they were while I would remain a gnarled little wart in the corner, oozing bile and giving off putrid smells.
people fear beautiful fake shallow
Having their feelings make sense is how people get their kicks.
emotions fun feelings insanity crazy insane logical
After my first few tastes I was pretty much hooked. I'd have dry spells, months without any or only piddling amounts of grace, but I never forgot about it or stopped wanting it.
grace mental-illness insanity insane
It's regrets that make painful memories. When I was crazy I did everything just right.
pain memories regrets insanity crazy
You must log in to post a comment.
There are no comments yet.