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Minha avó fala muito palavrão.
Quando criança eu ficava constrangido; hoje acho bastante engraçado.
Espero que ela viva no mínimo o suficiente para constranger meus filhos.
Ei, já disse que minha avó é a cara do Beckett?
Ela é assim, ó:
Já o meu avô tinha um bigode tipo assim, ó:
Um dia qualquer, quando eu tinha uns 11 anos, o meu avô ia pro sítio onde morava, e quando foi desviar de uma poça de lama entrou um pouco pro asfalto da estrada e ploft, esbarrou com um cara grande que era mais ou menos assim:
Meu avô e o Kurt Vonnegut não estão mais por aqui, mas agorinha há pouco vi o Beto Barbosa na TV e este continua bem vivo e rebolante.
“Coisas da vida”.
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Vonnegut é tão pessimista quando Beckett, mas este não tem nada do humor daquele.
A escrita de Vonnegut é tão terna quanto a de Salinger, e este também não tem o humor daquele.
Tempo atrás o Adrian perguntou: “Vonnegut é meio bobinho, né?”
E eu respondo: Sim, graças a Deus!
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Dia desses assisti um show do Interpol aqui em São Paulo. O show foi bom e tal, e nunca vi tanto indie num lugar só. Olha só, vi até um cara de saia, que Deus me defenda!
Fui ao show absolutamente sozinho, o que é meio deprê.
Por falar nisto, indies e emos parecem meio tristes, né? Mas pra falar a verdade não acredito na tristeza de ninguém que tenha o cabelo penteadinho demais. Pra mim alguém triste tem que ter o cabelo zoado e bolsas em volta dos olhos, algo como:
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A seguir separei trechos de entrevistas com o Kurt Vonnegut:
K. V.: I’ve said it before: I write in the voice of a child. That makes me readable in high school. [Laughs.]
I: When Timequake was published ten years ago, you said you were basically retired as a writer. You’ve published two essay collections since then, God Bless You, Dr. Kevorkian and the best-selling A Man Without a Country. I wonder if the visual arts have become a substitute for writing in your life.
K. V.: Well, it’s something to do in my old age. [Laughs.] As you may know, I’m suing a cigarette company because their product hasn’t killed me yet.
I: Is it a different creative process for you, sitting down to write or picking up a paintbrush?
K. V.: No. I used to teach a writer’s workshop at the University of Iowa back in the ’60s, and I would say at the start of every semester, “The role model for this course is Vincent van Gogh — who sold two paintings to his brother.” [Laughs.]
I: We live in a very visual world today. Do words have any power left?
K.V: I was at a symposium some years back with my friends Joseph Heller and William Styron, both dead now, and we were talking about the death of the novel and the death of poetry, and Styron pointed out that the novel has always been an elitist art form. It’s an art form for very few people, because only a few can read very well. I’ve said that to open a novel is to arrive in a music hall and be handed a viola. You have to perform. [Laughs.] To stare at horizontal lines of phonetic symbols and Arabic numbers and to be able to put a show on in your head, it requires the reader to perform. If you can do it, you can go whaling in the South Pacific with Herman Melville, or you can watch Madame Bovary make a mess of her life in Paris. With pictures and movies, all you have to do is sit there and look at them and it happens to you.
I: When someone reads one of your books, what would you like them to take from the experience?
K.V.: Well, I’d like the guy — or the girl, of course — to put the book down and think, “This is the greatest man who ever lived.” [Laughs.]
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Mr. Vonnegut, thanks for coming by.
KURT VONNEGUT: My pleasure.
DAVID BRANCACCIO: How's life?
KURT VONNEGUT: Well, it's practically over, thank God.
...
DAVID BRANCACCIO: Well, I want to ask you about this. You ask in the book a question that actually you don't answer so I want to -
KURT VONNEGUT: I'm old.
DAVID BRANCACCIO: But I want to-- think about answering this one. You write "what can be said to our young people now that psychopathic personalities — which is to say persons without consciences, without senses of pity or shame — have taken all the money in the treasuries of our government and corporations and made it their own?" What can we say to younger people who have their whole lives ahead of them?
KURT VONNEGUT: Well, you are human beings. Resourceful. Form a little society of your own. And, hang out with them. Get a gang.
DAVID BRANCACCIO: You're preaching getting into gangs?
KURT VONNEGUT: Yes. Well, look, it's--
DAVID BRANCACCIO: A good gang.
KURT VONNEGUT: Look, I don't mean to intimidate you, but I have a master's degree in anthropology.
DAVID BRANCACCIO: I'm intimidated.
KURT VONNEGUT: From the University of Chicago-- as did Saul Bellow, incidentally. But anyway, one thing I found out was that we need extended families. We need gangs. And, of course, if they're tribes and clans and so forth have been dispersed by the industrial revolution by people looking for work wherever they can find it. And a nuclear family, a man, a woman and kids and a dog and cat is no survival scheme at all. Horribly vulnerable.
So yes, I tell people to formulate a little gang. And, you know, you love each other.
...
DAVID BRANCACCIO: There's a little sweet moment, I've got to say, in a very intense book-- your latest-- in which you're heading out the door and your wife says what are you doing? I think you say-- I'm getting-- I'm going to buy an envelope.
KURT VONNEGUT: Yeah.
DAVID BRANCACCIO: What happens then?
KURT VONNEGUT: Oh, she says well, you're not a poor man. You know, why don't you go online and buy a hundred envelopes and put them in the closet? And so I pretend not to hear her. And go out to get an envelope because I'm going to have a hell of a good time in the process of buying one envelope.
I meet a lot of people. And, see some great looking babes. And a fire engine goes by. And I give them the thumbs up. And, and ask a woman what kind of dog that is. And, and I don't know. The moral of the story is, is we're here on Earth to fart around.
And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And, what the computer people don't realize, or they don't care, is we're dancing animals. You know, we love to move around. And, we're not supposed to dance at all anymore.
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As entrevistas na íntegra estão aqui: 1 e 2.
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Pra fechar, nunca vi uma só fotografia sintetizar tão bem a obra de um autor:
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Monotemático maníaco é o teu nariz cheio de catota.
Escrito por Luciano �s 17h09
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