Today Gil Scott Heron died. Many of you do not know him but he was one of the giants in my mind of poetry. He was born in Chicago on April 1, 1949. He was raised in Jackson, Tenn.
"Looking for a way out of this confusion...
let me lay down by a stream somewhere
miles from everything...rivers of my fathers,
could you carry me home, carry me home,
CARRY me home...
Rivers of my Fathers...
carry me home...
please carry me home..."
I will miss you Gil.! Rest gently!
