- Six Word Memoirs
- Three sons, eleven cats, and Yvonne.
Foetus, son, brother, husband, father, vegetable.
Conceived,implored, employed, adored, retired, ignored.
Slow lane. Fast lane. Hard shoulder.
Alex Hansen Today.
Bantam, Anglia, Midget, Alfa, Volvo Estate.
Womb, Play, Learn, Work, Decline, Tomb.
Start - programme - error - control - alt. - delete.
Battered ball-bearing traversing pinball machine.
Unravelled career reknitted as baby blankets.
Started, farted, stood up, faced the wind.
Head in books, feet in flowers.
Trust me, I did my best.
An embroidered sampler, with some unpicking.
Dazed and confused? No. Existential angst.
I'm just happy to be here!
Four Weddings, Three kids, then cancer.
Hasn't Been A Jane Austen Romance.
Bored, so bored, so very bored.
Run over twice, thankfully still alive.
Aged child actress still seeking fame.
Married childhood sweetheart. Two kids. Content.
Born London, lived elsewhere, died inside.
I heard about these six word life stories on the BBC World Service while driving to Grandma Holt's house after dropping Peter at the SLC airport at 4am in March. I thought it was a neat idea, and wondered what I would have sent in. Fairly quickly, I came up with what I think is a pretty good summary of my life so far:
Tried to be happy. Finally succeeded.
I think these are beautiful. Some are so sad. Others sound contented, like writing this helped the make peace and put their lives in perspective. While most are not intended to be "poetry" they have the simple elegance of well chosen words that is characteristic of the best poetry. I think, reading these, that I have a better understanding of Haiku. Here we have a very prescribed form, an extremely limited amount of space, trying to express something much larger and essentially inexpressible in the first place.
What's your six word life story?