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And so it goes -- sometimes So it goes -- the lament that permeates Kurt Vonnegut’s classic Slaughterhouse-Five, addresses the notion that certain events are beyond our control. It honors fatalism, resignation, and the inevitability of death (among other things), and the consequent acceptance of our fate.


Just as Vonnegut tried to educate his readers to a greater understanding of the human condition, And So It Goes, the blog, tries to educate readers to a greater understand of the culture that, inevitably and unconsciously, molds us.


We do that by looking at cultures that are different than our own. And we pay special attention to the parts of those cultures that trouble us, that make us gasp, that make us turn away.


Here on my blog, we take the time to take a closer look, to chew on what we’ve been swallowing whole. Adopting the existential notion that we create our own reality, we understand that that reality is also molded by our environment and perpetuated by our culture.


And so it goes.

In Memoriam

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IN MEMORIAM

The following is borrowed from The Poetry Foundation website.  The words have been put to music in the shape note tradition, one of the pieces we sing in Continua (verses 1, 2, and 7, which I’ve put in bold. I’ve also added quotes for clarity).  I wish I could add the melody for you, but this is all I can handle this week. I hope it brings you comfort.

Footprints on the sands of time. By H. Winthrop Peirce now in public domain.

A Psalm of Life

BY  HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
“Dust thou art, to dust returnest,”
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,— act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

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9 thoughts on “In Memoriam”

  1. CarolynCarolyn

    Our thoughts are with the people in Las Vegas. Yet more sadness.

  2. Merril SmithMerril Smith

    Beautiful, Janet. Thank you.
    I was thinking of you this week because I read a novel called “The Chilbury Ladies’ Choir.” It’s about a small town in England at the start of WWII. Since the men are mostly gone, they form a “ladies’ choir.” It’s a very Masterpiece Theater sort of book–one to read with a cup of tea (in one of Marian’s tea cups). 🙂
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    • Janet GivensJanet Givens

      I’m in the midst of my first Louise Penny mystery, a whole new genre for me. Your “Masterpiece Theatre” sort of book sounds like a great one to follow up with. Thanks for the suggestion. Keep your poems coming, dear friend. Such an important time for poetry.

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