"As the night turns brackish with morning, and mourn the drowned.
Here the sea is diluted with river; I watch it slaver
Like a dog curing of rabies. Its ravening over,
Lickspittle ocean nuzzles the dry ground."
- The Wreck of the Thresher by William Meredith* (PoLau '78-'80)
Sir Ichabus the Scion XB, Lil Icky for short, was so named for Ichabod Crane and Icarus...and the giant crack in the windshield that perfectly formed a mustache. In retrospect, I probably shouldn't have named my car after a foolhardy dude with too many feathers and a superstitious dude who is thought to be spirited away by an angry ghost. It was bound to turn out poorly. Just like naming my fish Gatsby. I should have foreseen his watery death. Poor Lil Icky was doomed from the moment my best friend and I came up with that name. Likewise, they should have known not to name a ship after a shark that likes to be alone. Of course it was going to be lost at sea. I think the moral of the story is that some people just shouldn't be allowed to name things. Homekid who named the Thresher and I are vying for the number one spot on that list. That being said, I feel that my next car's name will be El Jefe.
At least they got a sweet poem to commemorate their loss. I just got a sweet pair of Reeboks and some bills.
*From The Poets Laureate Anthology
, published by W.W. Norton in association with the Library of Congress. Poem copyright William Meredith.
Here the sea is diluted with river; I watch it slaver
Like a dog curing of rabies. Its ravening over,
Lickspittle ocean nuzzles the dry ground."
- The Wreck of the Thresher by William Meredith* (PoLau '78-'80)
Sir Ichabus the Scion XB, Lil Icky for short, was so named for Ichabod Crane and Icarus...and the giant crack in the windshield that perfectly formed a mustache. In retrospect, I probably shouldn't have named my car after a foolhardy dude with too many feathers and a superstitious dude who is thought to be spirited away by an angry ghost. It was bound to turn out poorly. Just like naming my fish Gatsby. I should have foreseen his watery death. Poor Lil Icky was doomed from the moment my best friend and I came up with that name. Likewise, they should have known not to name a ship after a shark that likes to be alone. Of course it was going to be lost at sea. I think the moral of the story is that some people just shouldn't be allowed to name things. Homekid who named the Thresher and I are vying for the number one spot on that list. That being said, I feel that my next car's name will be El Jefe.
At least they got a sweet poem to commemorate their loss. I just got a sweet pair of Reeboks and some bills.
*From The Poets Laureate Anthology
, published by W.W. Norton in association with the Library of Congress. Poem copyright William Meredith.
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