Epitaphs of woe?

[FurryFury]

Once upon a time I was fascinated by epitaphs. During my research of them I came across one that was perfect for someone I know. I lost it.

*pouts*

The filk and folk singing thread worked so well that I thought I'd try to see if anyone know it!

This is what I remember of it. It basically said something like this:

"Woe is me.
All that I thought was evil, the world (others, you?) thought was good.
All that I thought good, the world thought was evil."

And so on.

I think it might have been connected to Valkyries and Wagner but I could just have been researching that at the same time and mingled the two in my lil brain.

That sort of thing. It describes the miserable mind and life of someone close to me who I love but don't like. It's totally to me awesome as well.

Anyway, if anyone knows of it or where I can find it I'd be much obliged.

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

Not sure, does sound biblical.......

Isaiah 5:20-21

“Woe to those who call evil good
and good evil,
who put darkness for light
and light for darkness,
who put bitter for sweet
and sweet for bitter.

Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes
and clever in their own sight.”

 

[Blushing Bottom]

Mine is already in my signature line.

 

[FurryFury]

Isaiah 5:20-21

“Woe to those who call evil good
and good evil,
who put darkness for light
and light for darkness,
who put bitter for sweet
and sweet for bitter.

Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes
and clever in their own sight.”

Close! Thank you!

 

[FurryFury]

Mine is already in my signature line.

*smiles*

Thanks for pointing that out.

 

[Homburg]

Years ago I took an ethics course discussing ethics in popular culture. Great course in many ways, but the class was poor. Ethics courses were always populated by non-Philosophy students trying to fill ethics electives, but that's another rant for another day.

One of the most memorable assignments was to write your own epitaph, and draft your own eulogy. I was fascinated by the assignement, as it definitely caused me to take stock of my life and note what was worthwhile and what was useless. It was also stupidly difficult for me because of the sharp word limit (words is expensive on em tombstones), and I just flat stink at being anything but long-winded.

I wsh I could find it. I would not say that it was beautiful poetry, but it wa sinsightful for me at the time. I like that sort of thing.

 

[FurryFury]

Sounds like something I'd like to read. I hope you find it.

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

: wearing little miss helper t-shirt :

: squicking myself out :

Miss Fury

Here is a link that you may enjoy, if you are not already familiar.

Quaint Epitaphs ~ Via Gutenburg

They are incredibly dark and none to polite. I can't imagine people employing the like in this current age.

My wife from me departed
And robbed me like a knave;
Which caused me broken hearted
To sink into this grave.
My children took an active part,
To doom me did contrive;
Which stuck a dagger in my heart
That I could not survive.

A personal favorite, mainly because it made me laugh. I know it shouldn't have .

Here lies a man beneath this sod,
Who slandered all except his God,
And him he would have slandered too,
But that his God he never knew.

The ones about children & especially babies are very difficult on the soul.

You will find them all at the link

 

[FurryFury]

*chuckles*

Thanks! I'm not actually looking for a squicking but rather a epitaph about being so out of step with everyone else that you are confused and fucked up throughout life.

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

*chuckles*

Thanks! I'm not actually looking for a squicking but rather a epitaph about being so out of step with everyone else that you are confused and fucked up throughout life.

ooooh

: takes off lil miss helper t-shirt throws it on the floor :

 

[FurryFury]

ooooh

: takes off lil miss helper t-shirt throws it on the floor :

Aww, come on that was cuuuute on you!

 

[Homburg]

Sounds like something I'd like to read. I hope you find it.

Failed to find it, but I did find my folder with my undergrad thesis and all of my laboriously photocopied supports. I'm pretty damned giddy, as it was easily the finest piece of work I've written.

There just something cool about having a Harvard educated professor come around the table, grab you by the shoulders and say "You MUST go on the grad school! Write! Get published!" over an undergrad paper =)

 

[FurryFury]

Failed to find it, but I did find my folder with my undergrad thesis and all of my laboriously photocopied supports. I'm pretty damned giddy, as it was easily the finest piece of work I've written.

There just something cool about having a Harvard educated professor come around the table, grab you by the shoulders and say "You MUST go on the grad school! Write! Get published!" over an undergrad paper =)

OMG! Yes, that would be such a rush!

*smiles*

I recently went to a writer's conference.

What narrow minds publishers and editors have today. It explains a lot and makes my "artist" soul scream.

 

[Homburg]

OMG! Yes, that would be such a rush!

*smiles*

I recently went to a writer's conference.

What narrow minds publishers and editors have today. It explains a lot and makes my "artist" soul scream.

It was a rush. My whole thesis defense was a blast. The date hadn't been properly set by the dean, and he basically called me and said "Tomorrow afternoon works. Bring copies in to distribute to the faculty tomorrow morning at 8am". Gee, thanks, doc. So I got to get copies that night (phone call was at like 7 or 8pm, and then rushed them to the profs that morning. I got more than one complaint *shrug*

Well, the upside was that they were all really fired up by the time they got to the defense session, so they were really interested in talking about the paper. It was fresh in their minds, so no boredom, like other defenses I'd sat in on. The downside was that readings hadn't been super-thorough, so I had to go over various keys points multiple times.

The interesting part was that it had none of the usual student-professor dynamic. They were all so interested in the paper and the topic that it was just a discussion, and I was basically treated like a peer. A couple of them even got into their own arguments, leaving me to watch. Philosophy professors are cool

Part of the reason that I say they're cool is the open-mindedness of the discussion. Most of them made a comment or two about how aggressive my choice of topics was, and how it would be better suited for graduate level work, but they cheerfully accepted it anyway, and dove right in.

Oddly enough, the hard-ass logical structure maven that I'd watched destroy probably a dozen thesis papers over the years, and who I was terrified of, loved my paper. The soft religious theory prof that I was probably the closest to friends with was the one that really nailed me. Then again, he was also the one what grabbed me by the shoulders in the anecdote above.

In short, it really was one of my prouder moments. It was a rush to watch this group of erudite men and women from who've I'd been taking instruction from for years get fired up and excited over something that I wrote. And the dean, a fantastic guy, was just sitting there smiling, because he'd been my advisor, and knew that this was going to happen.

It is officially a "Happy Place" memory for me

 

[FurryFury]

I can see why!

*smiles*

 

[callinectes]

you have to be perceptive the find the hidden message, but it is a good one!

http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y159/marshgirl/tombstone.jpg

 

[FurryFury]

Nice! You don't see things like that on modern tombstones anymore.