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If you want to know what’s really going on in the world, listen to the writers. Not all of them, mind you, but pay close attention to the ones who dare to call bullshit on everyone– including themselves.
And I liked it.
Vonnegut parades his exposé of human failure. He arouses forbidden questions. He is a provocateur.
Consider these 5 snippets from the text. Can you see yourself in them?
Do not fret, as we have not perished in the purgatory of neglected blogs, but instead have been spending our time exploring, enriching and expanding our minds and bodies beneath the weights of academia.
HOWEVER, we are currently working our scholarly bums off to bring you more content, more frequently and with much more motivation!
So, if you’ve been with us thus far– thank you! If you’re just joining– welcome!
Keep those minds buzzing with anticipation, and we’ll see you very soon!
Thank you again for your patience and attentiveness– it really means a lot.
“Cannon to right of them/Cannon to left of them/Cannon in front of them/ Volley’d and thunder’d;/Storm’d at with shot and shell/ Boldly they rode and well/Into the jaws of Death/Into the mouth of Hell,” — Tennyson, The Charge of the Light Brigade
“When Kilgore Trout accepted the Nobel Prize for Medicine in 1979, he declared: “Some people say there is no such thing as progress. The fact that human beings are now the only animals left on Earth, I confess, seems a confusing sort of victory. Those of you familiar with the nature of my earlier published works will understand why I mourned especially when the last beaver died.
“There were two monsters sharing this planet with us when I was a boy, however, and I celebrate their extinction today. They were determined to kill us, or at least to make our lives meaningless. They came close to success. They were cruel adversaries, which my little friends the beavers were not. Lions? No. Tigers? No. Lions and tigers snoozed most of the time. The monsters I will name never snoozed. They inhabited our heads. They were the arbitrary lusts for gold, and, God help us, for a glimpse of a little girl’s underpants.
“I thank those lusts for being so ridiculous, for they taught us that it was possible for a human being to believe anything, and to behave passionately in keeping with that belief—any belief.
“So now we can build an unselfish society by devoting to unselfishness the frenzy we once devoted to gold and to underpants.” He paused, and then he recited with wry mournfulness the beginning of a poem he had learned to scream in Bermuda, when he was a little boy. The poem was all the more poignant, since it mentioned two nations which no longer existed as such. “I see England,” he said, “I see France—”
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Actually, women’s underpants had been drastically devalued by the time of the historic meeting between Dwayne Hoover and Trout. The price of gold was still on the rise.
Many thanks to atrager for nominating WWD for the Liebster Award!
This wonderful recognition is something passed on to new bloggers with less than 200 followers who are worth reading. What a wonderful way to keep the written word alive! Write Well Daily is beyond grateful and only hopes to better the blogging community by bringing you what inspires you most.
According to the rules of the Liebster Award, the recipient(s) must:
So, keep watch for our 11 facts! We’ll be posting them throughout the week as well as nominating our 11 blogs with links etc.
Again, many thanks to our nominator and keep watch for our nominees!
“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” – Marcel Proust
Oh yes, Write Well Daily is back from its short-lived hiatus to bring you all the quotes and quibbles of authors you love and those you have yet to meet.
Don’t be afraid to send us an email if there’s an author you’d like to see! We’re certainly not shy, so why should you be? Speaking of which, is Submission Sunday is still very much a thing, so submit away! Poetry, short prose, flash fiction—we welcome it all.
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