Below, wise words for the weekend, from Kurt Vonnegut to a group of NYC high school students who'd written to ask if he'd visit their school. (Ms. Lockwood, in case you're wondering, is their teacher.) Vonnegut very graciously declined, offering this sweet suggestion instead:

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! 

Beautiful. Thank you to the excellent Letters of Note for sharing. Photo credit unknown - please share if you can! Any plans for the weekend ahead? I'm heading to New Hampshire with a dozen others to celebrate a friend's birthday on a farm. Can't wait!

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