It took me until now to respond to the poem, What Must Be Said, by Günter Wilhelm Grass. I, a literary critic, am not as quick on the draw as Shas' Eli Yishai who declared the Nobel Prize winning octogenarian a persona non grata. Instead, I like to think about the lyric, let it soak in. See where it takes me. Given, the language in this particular piece does not induce much philosophizing. First I had to consider the genre under which the writer is commonly filed: Vergangenheitsbewältigung, an artistic movement seeking to make sense of Deutschland's confusing past. It...