Advice from Kurt Vonnegut

In 2006, a group of students at Xavier High School in New York City was given an assignment by their English teacher, Ms. LOCKWOOD, that was to test their persuasive writing skills: they were asked to write to their favorite author and ask him or her to visit the school. It’s a measure of his ongoing influence that five of those pupils chose KURT VONNEGUT, the novelist responsible for, amongst other highly-respected books, Slaughterhouse-Five; sadly, however, he never made that trip. Instead, he wrote a wonderful letter. He was the only author to reply.
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November 5, 2006

Dear Xavier High School, and Ms. Lockwood, and Messrs Perin, McFeely, Batten, Maurer and Congiusta:

I thank you for your friendly letters. You sure know how to cheer up a really old geezer (84) in his sunset years. I don’t make public appearances any more because I now resemble nothing so much as an iguana.

What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.

Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you’re Count Dracula.

Here’s an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?

Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash recepticals. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.

God bless you all!

Kurt Vonnegut

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I checked this on the web, and it appears to be authentic.  I met Vonnegut when I was working at Ohio State--probably 1968.  I remember standing in line to ask him a question.

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Reading suggestion for Bernie supporters

Or Hillary's.  Or Obama's.  This dystopian, Kurt Vonnegut 1961 short story is so familiar to our culture today it's scary. It's quite short--you can read it in a few minutes.

http://tnellen.com/cybereng/harrison.html

THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal. They weren't only equal before God and the law. They were equal every which way. Nobody was smarter than anybody else. Nobody was better looking than anybody else. Nobody was stronger or quicker than anybody else. All this equality was due to the 211th, 212th, and 213th Amendments to the Constitution, and to the unceasing vigilance of agents of the United States Handicapper General.

Some things about living still weren't quite right, though. April for instance, still drove people crazy by not being springtime. And it was in that clammy month that the H-G men took George and Hazel Bergeron's fourteen-year-old son, Harrison, away. . . 

The way the government makes everyone equal in this story is through handicapping--like they do in horse racing, so no horse is at a disadvantage.  The smart people hear terrible noises if an intelligent thought passes through their mind; the beautiful are made ugly; the strong are required to carry heavy burdens.