So It Goes

Kurt Vonnegut passed away on Wednesday night, April 11th at his home in Manhattan. He was 84.

If you were young during the 1960s and 1970s, as I was, it's likely you were a fan of his, too. He wrote with a powerful sense of the absurd and the ironic. Vonnegut was one of my favorite writers.

His last book, A Man Without a Country, was published in 2005, a collection of biographical essays. It ends with his poem, "Requiem":

When the last living thing

has died on account of us,

how poetical it would be

if Earth could say,

in a voice floating up

perhaps

from the floor

of the Grand Canyon,

“It is done.

People did not like it here."

Thanks, Kurt, for all that you gave us. Rest in peace....