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.

Monday, 29 May 2017

John Noakes - d. May 28th 2017

So many ways to go;
the unopened parachute,
the mangled bobsled,
the rogue elephant.
Instead, the fading steps
of a man, following his dog.

Read about John Noakes here

Tuesday, 23 May 2017

Roger Moore - d. May 23rd 2017

I was unwilling to be
persuaded of your death,
believing the final bullet
would be yours,
that you would always
keep the British end up.

Read about Roger Moore here

Thursday, 18 May 2017

Chris Cornell - d. May 17th 2017

This morning brought me no euphoria;
the sun off sick with melancholia.
A voice I thought to be unstoppable
tails off into the superunknowable.

Read about Chris Cornell here

Thursday, 11 May 2017

Geoffrey Bayldon - d. May 10th 2017

You were 
my brother-in-magic,
stepping out 
of a pre-electrick age,
hiding out 
in the tower 
of my childhood.

Read about Geoffrey Bayldon here



Wednesday, 10 May 2017

Robert Miles - d. May 9th 2017

I’m in the queue
for a club called Dreamland. 
Dancers a thousand deep, 
blissed out and young again,
wait for the piano, 
the eternal breakdown.