“I met a traveller from an antique land / Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone / Stand in the desart. Near them, on the sand, / Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, / And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, / Tell that its sculptor well those passions read / Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, / The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed: / And on the pedestal these words appear: / ‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: / Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’ / Nothing beside remains. Round the decay / Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare / The lone and level sands stretch far away.” —Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822), husband of Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Writers are observers. It’s what we do. Somewhere in our brain, we are observing the world and taking notes. When I die, the writer in me will be observing and taking notes because that’s what writers do.
RAGs almost 5 years ago
And here I thought last words would be, :Here, hold my beer…"
eastern.woods.metal almost 5 years ago
self portrait ?
dadoctah almost 5 years ago
“Keep firing! They couldn’t hit an elephant at this dist—” — last words of Civil War General John Sedgwick
Richard S Russell Premium Member almost 5 years ago
“I met a traveller from an antique land / Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone / Stand in the desart. Near them, on the sand, / Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, / And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, / Tell that its sculptor well those passions read / Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, / The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed: / And on the pedestal these words appear: / ‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: / Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’ / Nothing beside remains. Round the decay / Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare / The lone and level sands stretch far away.” —Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822), husband of Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Daeder almost 5 years ago
“It was the best of dark and stormy nights, it was the worst of dark and stormy nights…”
Lyons Group, Inc. almost 5 years ago
Where you’ve gone to now, there’s no need to write a memoir.
Watcher almost 5 years ago
Shouldn’t it be last words said and written in stone cemetary.
dot-the-I almost 5 years ago
As with many a paupered author, he went into the hole with this even before starting chapter eleven.
cdward almost 5 years ago
I thought the last words for a writer were: “Sure to be a bestseller.” Right up there with, “I never get writers block,” and “I don’t need an editor…”
Zebrastripes almost 5 years ago
Writers block came at the very moment he had this thought….
Geophyzz almost 5 years ago
Seconds before his fatal crash, the TV audience heard Greg Moore say something like “Man, this is fun!”
Vangoghdog01 almost 5 years ago
“Holy Sh*t, where did all those Fu####g Indians come from?” – George Armstrong Custer, June 25,1876
Jimmyk939 almost 5 years ago
“Look at all that powder snow!! What could possibly go wrong?!”
Say What? Premium Member almost 5 years ago
At least the epilogue is finished.
A Hip loving Canadian... almost 5 years ago
Happy birthday to Samuel Langhorne Clemens.
Mr. Miller really does have a sense for irony
david_42 almost 5 years ago
It’s a thousand pages, give or take a fewI’ll be writing more in a week or twoI could make it longer if you like the style…
marilynnbyerly almost 5 years ago
Writers are observers. It’s what we do. Somewhere in our brain, we are observing the world and taking notes. When I die, the writer in me will be observing and taking notes because that’s what writers do.
Linguist almost 5 years ago
I wonder if this is the famous Last Words cemetary I’ve heard so much about?
thelordthygod666 almost 5 years ago
A consequence of the computer: too many novels that should never have been written.
yipp_eeee almost 5 years ago
My favorite epitaph of all time: “I told you I was sick!”
DCBakerEsq almost 5 years ago
I’m hoping my memoir will be a multivolume graphic novel.
jmcenanly almost 5 years ago
“This is no way to live!” , attributed to Groucho Marx
Redd Panda almost 5 years ago
Mausoleum, n: the final and funniest folly of the rich.
Ambrose Beirce
Not really relevant, however, I never miss an opportunity to quote the great man. Did everyone enjoy “Eat too much” day?
Madzdad the bard almost 5 years ago
My last words will likely be, “Well that didn’t work”
mistercatworks almost 5 years ago
True aspiring writers epitaph: “This is going to make a great memoir…when I get around to it.”
Night-Gaunt49[Bozo is Boffo] almost 5 years ago
Words? Last words? More like sounds if any unless I say something a bit before I die. If I am not in a coma…
Concretionist almost 5 years ago
I thought that would be about people with selfie sticks.
bakana almost 5 years ago
Wouldn’t that be the tomb of the Unfinished Manuscript Author?
Cornelius Noodleman almost 5 years ago
Then wearing his flying suit he jumped off the cliff.
Stan McSerr almost 5 years ago
“This will make me famous on YouTube!”
dadoctah almost 5 years ago
Least famous last words: Einstein’s. His last words were in German. The only person in the room to hear them was his nurse, who didn’t speak German.
crzms11 almost 5 years ago
Love it.