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Life vs. Death: The Ultimate Ringside Showdown Immortalized in Pierce Egan’s Boxiana By Emmanuel Rivera, RRT PhilBoxing.com Sat, 23 Nov 2024  November 7, 2024 London, England In the grand arena of human existence, life often feels like a scrappy underdog, bravely stepping into the ring against the undefeated champion: Death. As I sat at the historic Tom Cribb Pub on the eve of our flight home to the San Francisco Bay Area, I found myself reflecting on life’s relentless challenges and our fragile existence. 
This was no ordinary pub; once called the Union Arms, it served as a gathering place for the kings of pugilism. Renamed after the legendary English bare-knuckle champion Tom Cribb (located near Piccadilly Circus and Leicester Square tube stations) it once hosted the famed Pugilistic Club, chaired by the celebrated British writer and chronicler Pierce Egan. Within these walls, legends like Cribb, Belcher, Spring, Eales, Richmond, Hickman, Turner, Shelton, Sutton, Holt, and Randall once wined, dined, and debated. Their spirits seemed to linger still. 
With a pint of Shepherd Neame’s Spitfire (or was it Bear Island?) in hand, I turned the pages of my well-worn 1829 edition of Egan’s Boxiana. Toward the appendix, I stumbled upon a hidden gem: a poem titled “Lines on Reading the ‘Grand Mill Between Life and Death.’” 
It was timeless. The piece captured the eternal struggle between Life and Death as a grand prizefight, the ultimate “main event.” The anonymous poet’s use of the slang and swagger of bare-knuckle boxing—a style reminiscent of my late father Hermie Rivera’s own witticisms—transformed the profound into something playful yet deeply meaningful. The humor, irony, and vivid imagery conveyed an inevitable truth: no one can best Death. And yet, the poem made this inescapable reality feel both relatable and strangely comforting. For an aspiring writer like me, it was pure inspiration—a reminder that even life’s heaviest truths can be tackled with wit, levity, and a touch of bravado, just as Egan and the pugilists of old approached their craft with courage and flair. In that moment, surrounded by echoes of champions past, I felt both the weight of mortality and the joy of celebrating life’s fight, one round at a time. Setting the Scene: Even Heraclitus Would Laugh “Si foret in terris rideret Heraclitus.” The poet opens with Latin. I flunked “Intro to Latin” in college, but Google Translate came to the rescue. “If Heraclitus were on Earth, he would laugh.” It’s a bold statement. Heraclitus, the ancient Greek philosopher known as the “Weeping Philosopher,” wasn’t exactly known for his sense of humor. Yet, the absurdity of Life squaring off against The Grim Reaper, armed with “daggers and steel,” could humble even the most optimistic among us. This sets the tone for what follows: a comically doomed struggle narrated with tongue firmly in cheek. The Players: Life vs. Death, with Seconds in Tow Borrowing from Pierce Egan—the celebrated writer, publisher, and chronicler of Regency-era London—the poem dubs this fight the “Grand Mill.” In the blue corner, we have Life, the brave but clearly overmatched contender. Life strides into the ring armed with nothing but grit and determination—a hero, yes, but one destined for defeat. And in the red corner? Death, the reigning champion, flanked by his seconds, Grief and Sorrow. With a posse like that, the odds are stacked unfairly high. 
The Match Unfolds: A Losing Battle Life’s game plan is simple: fight. It doesn’t matter that Death wields both brute force (“ugly big fist”) and weapons (“daggers and steel”) or that Grief and Sorrow are always in the champ’s corner. Life goes all in, showing heart and spirit despite the inevitable outcome. But as the fight wears on, the cracks begin to show. Life’s “throttle runs dry,” prompting a swig from “Sickness’s cup”—a darkly humorous image of Life needing a boost, only to be poisoned in the process. And just like that, it’s over. Death doesn’t win because Life lacks courage; Death wins because the fight is rigged from the start. It’s shades of Mike Tyson (allegedly) losing to one of the Paul brothers—not for lack of skill, but because the system always favors the house. Humor in Defeat The genius of the poem lies in its humor. It takes one of life’s heaviest truths—that no one can defeat Death—and dresses it up in boxing gloves, colorful slang, and ironic twists. The absurdity of Life entering a hopeless match is both laughable and deeply relatable. Haven’t we all felt like we were punching above our weight against forces far beyond our control? Even the darkest moments carry a streak of comedy. Death’s “bottle-holder” is Sickness; Life’s demise is inevitable not because of lack of effort but because of merciless external forces. Humor here isn’t just a coping mechanism—it’s an acknowledgment of life’s bittersweet essence: to fight bravely, knowing you’ll ultimately lose. 
A Timeless Metaphor Though penned in a time when boxing was as much entertainment as art, the poem’s central metaphor still resonates today. Life is a fight, and we all know how it ends. But that doesn’t make the fight any less worthwhile—or any less funny, in its own absurd way. “Lines on Reading the ‘Grand Mill Between Life and Death’” reminds us to take the fight seriously—but not too seriously. After all, if even Heraclitus could laugh, so can we. 
(L-R) Marcin Bornus, manager of Tom Cribb Pub, one aspiring writer, and Ravel Nejad— all boxing fans. Click here to view a list of other articles written by Emmanuel Rivera, RRT.  |
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