Red Danielson: Painting Kurt Vonnegut
I look into your shadows, Kurt. I am blessed by everything I see.
By Red Danielson
When Paul Engle invited Kurt Vonnegut to teach at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop in 1965, Kurt was a former car salesman who had no college degree and held no prestige in the publishing world. I suppose he felt a bit out of place.
I was released from the Johnson County jail the evening of my 19th birthday and decided I should be a writer. By 19 I was neither an accomplished criminal nor a law-abiding citizen. Wherever I fell between the two equated to spending time in jail every so often. Upon my release I walked down to the Iowa River to figure out what direction I wanted to take my life. By sunrise I figured the only thing I’d loved in life was writing, and so that’s what I would do.
I walked back to my apartment and researched how to become a professional writer. Though I read constantly, I’d never taken academia seriously. In fact, I failed my senior year English class and hardly graduated…
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