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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

— Kurt Vonnegut’s letter to the students of Ms. Lockwood’s 2006 English Class - Xaxier High School, New York City (via mrdirkadirka)
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at Museum of Printing

at Museum of Printing

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#Letterpress Eye Candy (at Museum of Printing)

#Letterpress Eye Candy (at Museum of Printing)

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Spent a lovely day at the Museum of Printing with an even lovelier @amandalaurelatkins  (at Museum of Printing)

Spent a lovely day at the Museum of Printing with an even lovelier @amandalaurelatkins (at Museum of Printing)

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And so the journey into printing begins 💌 #letterpress #handmade #thepaperpursuit

And so the journey into printing begins 💌 #letterpress #handmade #thepaperpursuit

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People will kill you over time, and how they’ll kill you is with tiny, harmless phrases, like “be realistic”.

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rhebee:

notsoimpossibleastronaut:

thisgingerbringstheflavor:

k—a—t—y:

This makes me happy to be alive.

This is why I needed a dog as a kid

<3 gpoy forever and always

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Time to sculpt all the things. #ArtAsProcess

Time to sculpt all the things. #ArtAsProcess

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You think it’s cool to hate things. And it’s not. It’s boring. Talk about what you love and keep quiet about what you don’t.

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thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

VERY ROLLING

MUCH HATING

SUCH RIDING DIRTY

WOW

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She Gets Along

Here’s the lie I told my boyfriend when he crashed my first car:
I am not emotionally attached to it or anything, please don’t feel bad.
"Please," like his second favor would have been indifference.
Now when I look my grandfather in his weathered eyes, 
where I think shapes are only floating slowly before him,
I feel my heart.
He says,
"If you are good to it, it will be good to you."

I love when he describes the day in the driveway when that little shiny fighter was wrapped in a big dealership bow.
I love when he asks about the mileage and if I’m changing the oil regularly and if Boston is a safe city to park her in. 
I love when he shows me the proud picture of his first car and how his smile stayed the same.

I wonder if that was the first lie I told about my grandfather - 
that I wasn’t emotionally attached to this thing that gives us something to talk about - the silver trinket that collects my loved ones and lulls me to sleep when I’m lost.
That grumbly bullet carried me all the way to the tip of New York when Lynnie passed, and she dropped me at my door when my boots were heavy.

What a fool to protect the careless man before her, 
my first car, my matchbox car that makes me free.

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