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March 18, 2013

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I once spoke with a man who had been with Lowell in the bin in New England -- McKinley's or whatever it's called -- not McSorley's haha! -- and he said that when they ate lunch in the cafeteria he noticed that Lowell gripped the tray casually and confidently like a man who was well used to handling a tray in such a place. That impressed me and even made me kind of hungry as I love institutional food. Lowell's poem "For the Union Dead" deserves its renown. It's not corn. I certainly admire Larkin also but while referencing Lowell's corn he should note his own temptation toward a facile sardonic manner. I believe Lowell died in a NYC taxicab. Where did Larkin die?
From the World Book Encyclopedia (1954 edition) article on elephants: "There are no so-called elephant graveyards. Like other animals, elephants die wherever they happen to be at the time."
Mitch S.

Mclean's, I believe, is the name of the psychiatric institution at which some artistic Harvard students feel a sojourn is obligatory. True, Lowell died in a cab. On West 68th Street, I believe.

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