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CURRENTS: The Collected Writings of Jessica Williams

TABLE OF CONTENTS

How my playing is changing
Pianos and ways to play them
Choosing my instrument
Hypothyroidism...a walk in the dark
60, The Best B-day Ever
Wake Up
A Dream I Had
The Next Big Step
Trying to Help
Kurt Vonnegut Jr
Doug Ramsey
Glenn Gould
Jazz is NOT dead
Enemies of Freedom
Fantasia
Ali For President
Forgiveness and Freedom
i me mine
The Leroy Vinnegar Room
The Three Rules of Everything
My view
I'm in a dream
Digital Portraits
Drawings of mine
My poetry
More poems
Available to the moment
Learning by Doing
Illness as teacher
The Garden
Art by Tuv, Nerdrum, Matta
Jessica, why don't you come here and play?
Our attention
The Static People
God is such a big word
If you want Paradise
Following the Silence
Following the lines
If only
Beginnings
Puppy Days
People ask me
A Musician for all Seasons
Ten Things
Great moments in Pianistic History
Resting up
My three nights with Tony Williams
Life as Contest
Mary Lou Williams
Doing Jersey with Philly Joe
Stream of Consciousness #1
Stream of Consciousness #2
Where's my sun? Where's my health food?
Calm Mind
Intimacy
My Work
As close as I get to a "mission statement"
Build your own web site
Are we nuts, or what?
The Fantom
The light, the dark
A few recent awards from JazzTimes
Like Minds
My new band
Eulogy for Leroy Vinnegar
My trio at Yoshi's
Long live Elvin Jones
Doing the hang with Dexter Gordon
Coltrane's light
Epidemic of Dishonesty
What's good, what's not
Watson
A Little Dog
A NEW Little Dog
Truth and Lies
Women Musicians
Music for powerful times
My poetry
More poems
A friend writes a book
Jazz and codes of conduct
Playing for all the right reasons
Miles
Monk
My favorite things
The emotional plague
Battle of the mini-titans
About playing, about being
About challenges, gifts
About performing
We the Living
Senior discounts, Fujitsu 100 Cold, Dead Fingers, more
Links-i-like
Links-i-like reloaded
Jessica reviews Jessica
Things to do, tunes to play
Things we would rather forget need to be remembered
The Discriminating Gatekeepers
Taking responsibility for the Music
Age
Beliefs
Old News
Mel Brooks has a nice face
I Have a Dream
About CURRENTS
Prayer
Legal, copyright

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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. He tried

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On one of his character's gravestone:

Here lies somebody. Sometime - Sometime. He tried.

Kurt

... and once again we are left a little bit poorer, a little bit sadder, a little bit lonelier.

Kurt Vonnegut Jr fell on his head. And now he's dead. Now he's dead.

Pall Malls, his constant companion for much of his life, did not kill him.

His wife, Jill Krementz, is all alone.

What will she do, what will she do?

What will WE do?

 

If there's a heaven, he's there now. For him, heaven would most likely look like Indiana. It would have Pall Malls. There would not be a war.

Ever.

I read his books from the time I was 14. The first book I read by him was Cat's Cradleitem. And so on. I read every single one. And every single one was just as important and life changing as the others. I love Kurt Vonnegut.

He said this:

"If I die, and I hope I don't, I want my tombstone to read, 'Someone. Sometime to sometime. He tried.' "

He sure did. 1922 to 2007. Pall Malls to the end.

My favorite writer. His bare-bones style colors much of my own feeble attempts at making those funny cryptic markings that we, as primates, are driven to make on tablets, or typewriters, or word processors, or HTML pages ... at making those funny cryptic markings make sense to our underdeveloped primate brains.

Listen:

Nick Nolte and Bruce Willis made a Vonnegut movie. No, not Slaughterhouse Fiveitem. I mean Breakfast of Championsitem. Imagine that. Better yet, watch it.

I wish there were as many Vonnegut movies as there are Quentin Tarrantinoitem movies. If anyone has ANY sense in the business of making movies, there will be.

Here are some quotes by Kurt Vonnegut.

Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae.

I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center.

If you can do a half-assed job of anything, you're a one-eyed man in a kingdom of the blind.

Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.

Life happens too fast for you ever to think about it. If you could just persuade people of this, but they insist on amassing information.

Say what you will about the sweet miracle of unquestioning faith, I consider a capacity for it terrifying and absolutely vile!

Those who believe in telekinetics, raise my hand

Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before... He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way.

One of the few good things about modern times: If you die horribly on television, you will not have died in vain. You will have entertained us.

Thanks to TV and for the convenience of TV, you can only be one of two kinds of human beings, either a liberal or a conservative.

There is a tragic flaw in our precious Constitution, and I don't know what can be done to fix it. This is it: Only nut cases want to be president.

I think that novels that leave out technology misrepresent life as badly as Victorians misrepresented life by leaving out sex.

I can have oodles of charm when I want to.

1492. As children we were taught to memorize this year with pride and joy as the year people began living full and imaginative lives on the continent of North America. Actually, people had been living full and imaginative lives on the continent of North America for hundreds of years before that. 1492 was simply the year sea pirates began to rob, cheat, and kill them.

New knowledge is the most valuable commodity on earth. The more truth we have to work with, the richer we become.

The chief weapon of sea pirates, however, was their capacity to astonish. Nobody else could believe, until it was too late, how heartless and greedy they were.

Charm was a scheme for making strangers like and trust a person immediately, no matter what the charmer had in mind.

Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter can be said to remedy anything.

Here's what I think the truth is: We are all addicts of fossil fuels in a state of denial, about to face cold turkey.

Another flaw in the human character is that everybody wants to build and nobody wants to do maintenance.

During my three years in Vietnam, I certainly heard plenty of last words by dying American footsoldiers. Not one of them, however, had illusions that he had somehow accomplished something worthwhile in the process of making the Supreme Sacrifice.

Well, the telling of jokes is an art of its own, and it always rises from some emotional threat. The best jokes are dangerous, and dangerous because they are in some way truthfull

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.

Just because some of us can read and write and do a little math, that doesn't mean we deserve to conquer the Universe.

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.

Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.

All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is. Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I've said before, bugs in amber.

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

And this last killer-diller, this final doozie:

When the last living thing

has died on account of us,

how poetical it would be

if Earth could say,

in a voice floating up

perhaps

from the floor

of the Grand Canyon,

"It is done."

People did not like it here.

- Kurt Vonnegut

As he would say, you can put that in your pipe and smoke it.

- JW, Apr 27, 07