My Deathday — This Poem Is a Knife by Lynn Henry, Part I — The Knife


One Saturday, completely out of the blue, the following text message appeared:

Lynn's Text Message

Hello Andrew. Am in Mendoza city, Argentina taking in the annual wine festival parade (vendemia) and thinking of you…Parade began w huge dancing grim reapers, then many tangoing queens, then floats full of men barbecuing meat on great spits. And all sorts of other folkloric stuff (incl argentine bagpipes). See you soon. Sat, 01/02/2013 11:26

Lynn was in Argentina? Who knew? Given the scene she described: grim reapers, dancing queens and men spitting-roasting stuff, I could see why she thought of me, but what was she doing there?

As I found out on my deathday, one of the things she was doing was buying a knife.

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The selection of blades for sale in Argentina.

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Old Argentinian dudes inspecting the knives.

And having it engraved:

The Argentinian Knife Engraver

The Argentinian Knife Engraver

This year I decided to do something different for my birthday; I decided to celebrate my death. The end result was an incredible evening of poetry, song, storytelling, drawing, conceptual art, chocolate cake, laughter and a whole lot of love. Over the next several weeks I will be posting the results.

To see all the posts to-date, click here

To go to the My Deathday main page click here


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