Andrei Codrescu is a Romanian-born American poet, novelist, essayist, screenwriter, and commentator for National Public Radio. A friend of mine took a writing workshop by him. One of Codrescu's instructions/suggestions was for the participants to begin writing a daily epitaph. Codrescu has written a book called, "The Poetry Lesson" that further discusses this and other things. Might be worth reading.
My friend and I began exchanging daily epitaphs for a couple of months and it was an insightful and interesting experience. I am inviting you to join me with some posts of this nature on Head Explode. I'll start by posting a few of some early ones of mine.
He led a singular life, 2 people short of a threesome
An asyndetic passing:
Veni, Vidi, Mortuus Sum
My corpse by any other name would still stink
THREE SHEETS TO THE WIND HE FELL OVER BORED
Note: Sailors' language is, unsurprisingly, all at sea and many supposed derivations have to go by the board.
Don't be taken aback to hear that sheets aren't sails, as landlubbers might expect, but ropes (or occasionally, chains).
These are fixed to the lower corners of sails, to hold them in place. If three sheets are loose and
blowing about in the wind then the sails will flap and the boat will lurch about like a drunken sailor.
My friend and I began exchanging daily epitaphs for a couple of months and it was an insightful and interesting experience. I am inviting you to join me with some posts of this nature on Head Explode. I'll start by posting a few of some early ones of mine.
He led a singular life, 2 people short of a threesome
An asyndetic passing:
Veni, Vidi, Mortuus Sum
My corpse by any other name would still stink
THREE SHEETS TO THE WIND HE FELL OVER BORED
Note: Sailors' language is, unsurprisingly, all at sea and many supposed derivations have to go by the board.
Don't be taken aback to hear that sheets aren't sails, as landlubbers might expect, but ropes (or occasionally, chains).
These are fixed to the lower corners of sails, to hold them in place. If three sheets are loose and
blowing about in the wind then the sails will flap and the boat will lurch about like a drunken sailor.