Thursday, April 12, 2007
Into the Arms of Mother Night...
"Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt."
Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
1922 - 2007
Internecine irony: I quote Baudrillard and express concern about the charge left on his lifetime battery. Less than five months later he takes a dirt bath. I quote Vonnegut only ten days ago. Now he's gone.
Who's next, Vaneigem?
Keyboard of Death.
Suddenly there are a handful of people I'd love to quote right now whom I'd otherwise prefer to ignore...
"Human beings will be happier - not when they cure cancer or get to Mars or eliminate racial prejudice or flush Lake Erie but when they find ways to inhabit primitive communities again. That's my utopia."