Monday, June 8, 2009
I've found a tremendous idea for a poem, through none other than a great factoid: Tennessee Williams (playwright author of The Glass Menagerie and A Streetcar Named Desire) died by choking on his eye drop bottle cap. He routinely leaned back in a chair to apply his eye drops, and as a mode of convenience, held the bottle cap in his mouth. One day he accidentally half-swallowed it, resulting in his choking. The autopsy technician maintained that it must have been the result of both alcohol and drug use--if he was not inebriated at the time, the technician said, he would have been able to expel the object or swallow it entirely.