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Thomas Ligotti’s Death Poems is a curious little book, a collection of morbid poetry by the renowned writer of intense and literary tales of supernatural horror.... The book is a diminutive hardcover, carefully designed, with gilt-edged paper bound between marbled endpapers, and was limited to 333 copies.
echoes that are still reaching you… Who are still thinking and still imagining who you are and what you’ve done. CLOSING TIME It doesn’t matter if you were a hundred or sixty-three or seven and a half. However old you might have been, whatever mark you made will be erased. Things don’t last. When you’re gone you are gone and that is that. It might seem that something stays, that some part of you still casts a shadow. It might seem a lot of lunatic things,
order to get things done, it’s essential to have pain: without it, nothing could be. But we’re so easily fooled: no one praises hunger, yet everyone likes to eat. Little pains and big pains: they keep you living, however much it may hurt. And when it comes to dying, you want your epitaph to read: “He never knew what hit him.” YOU DREAM YOU DIE You wake up so frightened because in the dream you knew it was all over, the end. Even if you aren’t bothered by this idea
you’re on your last legs, whether you’re confined to a bed or screaming in a crashed-up car, many things may occur to you. Something that won’t occur to you, either confined to a bed or screaming, is that it doesn’t matter what you did or didn’t do during your existence. You won’t think, “That’s done with, so why get excited at this late stage?” Perhaps there are a few who may think this way, but they are rare exceptions. If only we could all think in this manner, it might make
misadventure. Hence the source of the devastation they feel: the imagined slight of self-removal from their midst. Your too meager regard is what hurts them most. Why can’t they accept there are reasons why suicide is quite simply another way to die? BIRTHRIGHT It just isn’t right, you might say, to be conceived like a science project. Chances are, though, you’re more likely to say that even what’s wrong is really all right. But right or wrong, say what you will, it’s
The honest truth is this: nobody wants to suffer. Nobody, nobody, nobody. But what choice is there? A conspicuous case in point is the imperative of teeth. First you suffer to get them, crying day and night. And after you get them they just fall out, making room for more teeth to grow, teeth that will need care, years of fastidious care, as if you needed that— a life of dental fixation. For among your other cares, you are bound all your days to service your teeth (and gums)