Showing posts with label Kurt Vonnegut. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kurt Vonnegut. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

"The Kid that Nobody Could Handle", Kurt Vonnegut

While I was reading those Kurt Vonnegut quotes and listening to interview with him, I learnt that he was a great supporter of (public) schools. He could have written the episode of "The West Wing" episode that I often rip off when talking about schools:
"Schools should be palaces. The competition for the best teachers should be fierce. They should be making six-figure salaries. Schools should be incredibly expensive for government and absolutely free of charge to its citizens, just like national defence." "The West Wing", S1, E8: "Enemies"

I don't know why I felt the thrill of surprise when I read Vonnegut's thoughts on schooling. It should have been obvious to me, having read "The Kid That Nobody Could Handle". This is one of the stories I read last summer while on a Vonnegut kick. It had me weeping hugely on the Commuter train.
"If you smashed up all the schools," said Helmholtz, "we wouldn't have any hope left."
"What hope?" said Jim.
"The hope that everybody will be glad he's alive," said Helmholtz. "Even you." "The Kid Nobody Could Handle", "Welcome to the Monkey House", p. 278

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"Think of it this way," said Helmholtz [to his band]. "Our aim is to make the world more beautiful than it was when we came into it. It can be done. You can do it."
A small cry of despair come from Jim Donnini. It was meant to be private, but it pierced every ear with its poignancy.
"How?" said Jim.
"Love yourself," said Helmholtz, "and make your instrument sing about it. A-one, a-two, a-three." Down came his baton. "The Kid Nobody Could Handle", "Welcome to the Monkey House", p. 282-283

"Why'dja do that? What's that prove?"
"I--I don't know," said Helmholtz. A terrible blasphemy rumbled deem inside him, like a warning of a volcano. And then, irresistibly, out it came. "Life is no damn good," said Helmholtz. His face twisted as he fought back tears of shame. "The Kid Nobody Could Handle", "Welcome to the Monkey House", p. 282

Now Helmholtz saw the futility of men and their treasures. He had thought that his great treasure, the trumpet, could buy a soul for Jim. The trumpet was worthless. "The Kid Nobody Could Handle", "Welcome to the Monkey House", p. 281-282

Helmholtz, the mountain that walked like a man, was falling apart. Jim Donnini's eyes filled with pity and alarm. They came alive. They became human. Helmholtz had got a message through. Quinn looked at Jim, and something like hope flickered for the first time in his bitterly lonely face. "The Kid Nobody Could Handle", "Welcome to the Monkey House", p. 282


Oh Kurt.

Kurt Vonnegut makes my heart hurt

I'm finding Kurt Vonnegut quotes tonight, which always makes me want to pull out all my veins with terribly tugging pops, and reach in and remove organs by the handful.
"And now I want to tell you about my late Uncle Alex. He was my father’s kid brother, a childless graduate of Harvard who was an honest life insurance salesman in Indianapolis. He was well-read and wise. And his principal complaint about other human beings was that they so seldom noticed it when they were happy. So when we were drinking lemonade under an apple tree in the summer, say, and talking lazily about this and that, almost buzzing like honeybees, Uncle Alex would suddenly interrupt the agreeable blather to exclaim, 'If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.'

So I do the same now, and so do my kids and grandkids. And 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.'

That’s one favor I’ve asked of you.

Now I’ve got another one, a show of hands. How many of you have had a teacher at any point in your entire education who made you happier to be alive, prouder to be alive than you had previously believed possible? Now please say the name of that teacher out loud to someone sitting or standing near you.

OK? All done? 'If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.'
" Address at the University of Wisconsin at Madison, September 22, 2003

"How nice--to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive." "Breakfast of Champions"

"Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies— 'G-d damn it, you've got to be kind'." "G-d Bless you, Mr. Rosewater"

"Still and all, why bother? Here's my answer. Many people need desperately to receive this message: I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone."

"You guarantee that you are telling the truth by saying 'I give my word of honor that such and such is true'. I have never knowingly lied, having said first I give my word of honor. So I now give you my word of honor that it is a courageous and honorable and beautiful thing you have done to become college graduates.

I give you my word of honor that we love you and need you. We love you simply because you are of our species. You have been born. That is enough." Commencement Address, Southampton College, c. May 1981

"I apologize. I said I would apologize; I apologize now. I apologize because of the terrible mess the planet is in. But it has always been a mess. There have never been any ''Good Old Days,'' there have just been days. And as I say to my grandchildren, ''Don’t look at me. I just got here myself." Syracuse University


He's just beautiful and reminds me of my gram.
"And so it goes."