Friday, 19 July 2013

Perfect!

I am currently re-reading Kurt Vonnegut's book "Slaughterhouse 5". It is such a delight. I think it is the happiest existentialist novel ever written.
So in the story Billy Pilgrim moves backwards and forwards through his life and at one point he was abducted by an alien race called the Tralfamadorians. This little excerpt takes place when the Tralfamadorians try to explain their literature to Billy.

"Billy couldn't read Tralfamadorian, of course, but he could at least see how the books were laid out-in brief clumps of symbols separated by stars. Billy commented that the clumps might be telegrams.
 'Exactly,' said the voice.
 'They are telegrams?'
 'There are no telegrams on Tralfamadore. But you're right: each clump of-symbols is a brief, urgent message describing a situation, a scene, We Tralfamadorians read them all at once, not one after the other. There isn't any particular relationship between all the messages, except that the author has chosen them carefully, so that, when seen all at once, they produce an image of life that is beautiful and surprising and deep. There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.'"

OMG - I would so love it if I can ever get close to this with my painting.

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