So It Goes

Vonnegut's dead. And he's looking down on us from heaven.

Archive of Vonnegut's contributions to In These Times.

This is an exerpt from another great American writer's work:

And the Bird was blowing a final chorus, high, and the set wouldnt end, but the Bird would slowly fade and you would never know when he really stopped and the sounds would hang and roll in your ear and all would be love - Quoth the Bird Evermore - and the flames bowed and licked the edge of the candles and even Harry didnt fight lethargy and try to break the spell and Georgette lowered the books to her lap with full dramatic presence and the final words still whirled with the light and stayed in the ear as the sea in a shell and Georgette sat on a wondrous throne in a wondrous land where people loved and kissed and sat silent together, holding hands and walking through magic nights and Goldie got up and kissed the Queen and told her it was beautiful, simply beautiful and the guys mumbled and smiled and Vinnie struggled with the softness he felt, trying honestly, for a second, to understand it, then let it slide and slapped Georgette on her thigh, gently, as one does a friend, and smiled, at her - Georgette almost crying seeing the flash of tenderness in his eyes - he smiled and groped for words, battling with his boundaries then saying, Hey that was alright Georgie boy, then the knowledge of his friends being there, especially Harry, forced its way through the bennie and the mood and he sat back quickly, took a drink and grabbed a smoke from Harry.

-Hubert Selby Jr, Last Exit to Brooklyn

Zack, I think you'd really like this guy.