Regarding Carrol's passage across the River:

Sad, always, but inevitable. Though those who are aged or infirm may dwell more on the end than the beginning.  I also recall reading recently (possibly in connection with Hegel) a dichotomy of those who look upon death as a relief from life's tribulations and any pain attendant to the end contra those who fear the unknown because the singular consciousness that they have may just dissipate into ye olde handful of dust.

Thus I mourn Carrol's passage but would rather celebrate the life than dwell upon its physical conclusion.

One last thought--  I am always disappointed by aged photographs or images.  Carroll was once a boy, once a young man, once middle-aged.  Why post the photo only of an aged and tattered man?  (The same occurs with Whitman:  every schoolchild is shown the white-bearded image under that broad brim but anyone reading Leaves Of Grass in the first 1855 edition will find a strapping broad-shouldered secular younger man.)

Sic transit gloria mundi.

Others will carry on, Carrol, in your honor.

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On Jan 1, 2019, at 6:05 PM, Peter Dillane <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

Thank you Nancy I will write soon I listen to the Wasteland in the car and the varying tone he applies in his own reading is interesting regarding happiness. I was thinking of the vulgar verse in terms of public somber vs private good cheer  as you mention.  Anyway soon 


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On 2 Jan 2019, at 9:34 am, Nancy Gish <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

I think he was really very cheerful and even fun when he was in Paris--his letters to his cousin are amusing and full of comic drawings. He does not seem to have had the resilience to recover from a combination of his response to marriage and war. He never seemed exactly cheerful after that until he married Valerie--unless you count drinking too much and writing vulgar poems at Hayward's evenings as cheerful. His only positive poem after that despair was "Marina" with its fine images of Casco Bay. Maine must have been a comfort.

But there are the cat poems. Cats do evoke fun and amusement.

Please say what you think of that cheerlessness. It's an interesting topic. I think it is why, though I have spent a lifetime with his poetry and think it stunning, I go to MacDiarmid and other Scots for passion and emotional range. And fun--read MacDiarmid's "Old Wife in High Spirits in an Edinburgh Pub." (Of course it celebrates drink.)

On Tue, Jan 1, 2019 at 5:21 PM Peter Dillane <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
We were just in passing considering Eliot’s cheerlessness. 

It is a nice photo of Carrol he seems to have indulged the young person’s affection for Elmo of whom I think he might not have approved. 

Cheers Pete 

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On 2 Jan 2019, at 8:48 am, Nancy Gish <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

I had not known about Carrol, and it makes me very sad. Thank you, Peter, for sending that.

Peter, I must have said something about sadness that I do not recall, unless you are referring to the review of John Hayward. Was that it?

On Tue, Jan 1, 2019 at 4:31 PM Chanan Mittal <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
Sad news about Carrol. 
Will be missed. 

On Tue, Jan 1, 2019 at 4:17 PM Peter Dillane <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
happy new year folks.
just back at the computer Nancy and would like to take up the issue
of Eliot’s sadnesses.- soon

others may have noted Carrol’s passing