The title of this blog comes from a Gaelic expression -"putting on the poor mouth"-which means to exaggerate the direness of one's situation in order to gain time or favour from creditors.
Splendid. I wrote a memorial to Gorey on his death a few years ago. It's short; here's the whole thing...--------------Edward Gorey DiesBy Steve"To take my work seriously would be the height of folly." - Edward GoreyEdward Gorey, master of grim little verses and drawings, dies of a heart attack at age 75. I, and others who do what I do, mourn the loss of our role model… Tombeau de GoreyCurtains now for Edward Gorey,Bard of grinning, grisly story,Master, too, of morbid drawing(Nervous laughter, no guffawing);Wail or sigh, but none may yawn:Edward Gorey, dead and gone!He who wrote of falls down stairs,Poisonings and jaws of bears,Skulls that split, and broken backs,Felled… by simple heart attacks.Of young children, fond entomber…He, himself, now graveyard humor.Verse macabre and more he'd pen:Sketches all Ed-weird-ian,Animated Mystery;Sad to say, he's history.Now I lift my glass in token:Here's to Edward… all heartbroken.- The Yellow Doggerelist(April 2000)
What a wonderful tribute Steve. Bravo!
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