"Pretty, was she?" — "Pretty?" he echoed. "Mister, when I see my first lady angel, if God ever sees fit to show me one, it'll be her wings and not her face that'll make my mouth fall open. I've already seen the prettiest face that ever could be.
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about to have a huge vonnegut phase. hope ur all ready for that. starting strong with what im told (by my freshman year geometry teacher) is the best book. been singing the henry chapin song constantly.
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“A light sea wind ruffled his thinning hair. “I am about to do a very un-ambassadorial thing,” he declared. “I am about to tell you what I really feel.”
Perhaps Minton had inhaled too much acetone, or perhaps he had an inkling of what was about to happen to everybody but me. At any rate, it was a strikingly Bokononist speech he gave.
“We are gathered here, friends,” he said, “to honor lo Hoon-yera Mora-toorz tut Zamoo-cratz-ya, children dead, all dead, all murdered in war. It is customary on days like this to call such lost children men. I am unable to call them men for this simple reason: that in the same war in which lo Hoon-yera Mora-toorz tut Zamoo-cratz-ya died, my own son died.
“My soul insists that I mourn not a man but a child.
“I do not say that children at war do not die like men, if they have to die. To their everlasting honor and our everlasting shame they do die like men, thus making possible the manly jubilation of patriotic holidays.
“But they are murdered children all the same.
“And I propose to you that if we are to pay our sincere respects to the hundred lost children of San Lorenzo, that we might best spend the day despising what killed them; which is to say, the stupidity and viciousness of all mankind.
“Perhaps, when we remember wars, we should take off our clothes and paint ourselves blue and go on all fours all day long and grunt like pigs. That would surely be more appropriate than noble oratory and shows of flags and well-oiled guns.
“I do not mean to be ungrateful for the fine, martial show we are about to see—and a thrilling show it really will be . . .”
He looked each of us in the eye, and then he commented very softly, throwing it away, “And hooray say I for thrilling shows.”
We had to strain our ears to hear what Minton said next.
“But if today is really in honor of a hundred children murdered in war,” he said, “is today a day for a thrilling show?
“The answer is yes, on one condition: that we, the celebrants, are working consciously and tirelessly to reduce the stupidity and viciousness of ourselves and of all mankind.”” - Kurt Vonnegut, ‘Cat's Cradle’ (1963)
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Kathleen Hanna performing with Le Tigre live at the Mr. Lady Records 4 year anniversary showcase in Carrboro, NC at the Cat’s Cradle 5/5/2001.
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SEE THE CAT SEE THE CRADLE
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Montreal Goth-Folk Songwriter Flower Face Returns With New Song and Video "Cat's Cradle"
Montreal Goth-Folk Songwriter Flower Face Returns With New Song and Video "Cat's Cradle". #flowerface @flowerfacemusic
Montreal goth-folk songwriter Ruby McKinnon, better known as Flower Face, makes her return with the dark and brooding “Cat’s Cradle.” Exploring the fine line between adoration and obsession, Flower Face’s hushed vocals dance amongst falling melodies from sullen strings and watery pianos. The chorus builds to the sinister line: “Oh no, you don’t know my name / but I would die for you.” Listen to…
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