About Otwituaries

I started tweeting these poetic obituaries via Twitter on the death of Ernest Borgnine in July 2012. After a while a friend asked if I would gather them together, so I have created this blog as an archive. New Otwituaries will appear here as well as being broadcast via Twitter and Facebook.

All the Otwituaries are written very quickly on the day their subjects pass away, so are clearly lacking in polish or the insight that only comes in time, but they are all from the heart. They represent the people who have, in some way, touched my life - actors, musicians, sporting figures, TV personalities, writers, explorers and assorted others of note.

We live in an age where people are celebrated for the most modest of achievements - news and media ensure that seemingly everyone gets their five minutes of fame if they stick around long enough. It may therefore seem a little morbid or even self-serving on my part to write about the recently-deceased (few if any of whom I have actually met), but these people already enjoy some degree of immortality through their celebrity, and therefore don't need a poem from me. I hope you enjoy reading these short poetic sketches all the same, in the spirit they are intended.

Saturday, 23 May 2015

Terry Sue-Patt - d. May 22nd 2015

Somewhere a bell chimes
for lesson's end,
for day's end,
for term's end,
for school's end,

Friday, 15 May 2015

B.B.King - d. May 14th 2015

That sound; cotton motes, 
smoke and bourbon,
glistening strings
bent double with the blues,
the creak of an opening door
even sweet little angels
could not close.

Wednesday, 6 May 2015

Errol Brown - d. May 6th 2015

If you can't believe
in miracles
believe in these;
Tight rhythms. 
Tight clothing.
Sex. Funk.
The dance floor.
The dance.

Read about Errol Brown here

Monday, 4 May 2015

Grace Lee Whitney - d. May 1st 2015

She was a tiny moon,
dark in the umbra
of a gaseous giant,
but once a week
the sun would call her
from the shadows,
paint her surface gold.

Friday, 1 May 2015

Ben E. King - d. April 30th 2015

Once you asked
what is soul?
it is your voice

poured into a glass, 
on a night
that never turned
to morning.

Read about Ben E. King here