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term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>Deathday: Journalist Nellie Bly 1922</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaY-MM-IgI/AAAAAAAASpU/vtggrPbVoEA/s1600/501px-Nellie_Bly_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaY-MM-IgI/AAAAAAAASpU/vtggrPbVoEA/s320/501px-Nellie_Bly_2.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Nellie Bly&lt;/span&gt; (May 5, 1864[1] – January 27, 1922) was the pen name of American pioneer female journalist Elizabeth Jane Cochran. She remains notable for two feats: a record-breaking trip around the world in emulation of Jules Verne's character Phileas Fogg, and an exposé in which she faked insanity to study a mental institution from within. In addition to her writing, she was also an industrialist and charity worker. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qfy98CMRLLw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qfy98CMRLLw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Early years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Born on May 5, 1864 as Elizabeth Jane Cochran in Cochran's Mills, Armstrong County, Pennsylvania, 40 miles northeast of Pittsburgh, she was nicknamed "Pink" for wearing that color as a child. Her father, a wealthy former associate justice, died when she was six. Her mother remarried three years later, but sued for divorce when Cochran was 14. Cochran testified in court against her allegedly drunken, violent stepfather. As a teenager she changed her surname to Cochrane, apparently adding the "e" for sophistication.[2] She attended boarding school for one term, but dropped out because of a lack of funds. In 1880, Cochran and her family moved to Pittsburgh. A sexist column in the Pittsburgh Dispatch prompted her to write a fiery rebuttal to the editor with the pen name "Lonely Orphan Girl". He was so impressed with her earnestness and spirit he asked her to join the paper. Female newspaper writers at that time customarily used pen names, and for Cochran the editor chose "Nellie Bly", adopted from the title character in the popular song "Nelly Bly" by Stephen Foster.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nellie Bly focused her early work for the Dispatch on the plight of working women, writing a series of investigative articles on female factory workers. But editorial pressure pushed her to the women's pages to cover fashion, society, and gardening, the usual role for female journalists of the day. Dissatisfied with these duties, she took the initiative and traveled to Mexico to serve as a foreign correspondent. Still only 21, she spent nearly half a year reporting the lives and customs of the Mexican people; her dispatches were later published in book form as Six Months in Mexico. In one report, she protested the imprisonment of a local journalist for criticizing the Mexican government, then a dictatorship under Porfirio Díaz. When Mexican authorities learned of Bly's report, they threatened her with arrest, prompting her to leave the country. Safely home, she denounced Díaz as a tyrannical czar suppressing the Mexican people and controlling the press.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Asylum exposé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burdened again with theater and arts reporting, Bly left the Pittsburgh Dispatch in 1887 for New York City. Penniless after four months, she talked her way into the offices of Joseph Pulitzer's newspaper, the New York World, and took an undercover assignment for which she agreed to feign insanity to investigate reports of brutality and neglect at the Women's Lunatic Asylum on Blackwell's Island.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a night of practicing deranged expressions in front of a mirror, she checked into a working-class boardinghouse. She refused to go to bed, telling the boarders that she was afraid of them and that they looked crazy. They soon decided that she was crazy, and the next morning summoned the police. Taken to a courtroom, she pretended to have amnesia. The judge concluded she had been drugged.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She was then examined by several doctors, who all declared her to be insane. "Positively demented," said one, "I consider it a hopeless case. She needs to be put where someone will take care of her."[3] The head of the insane pavilion at Bellevue Hospital pronounced her "undoubtedly insane". The case of the "pretty crazy girl" attracted media attention: "Who Is This Insane Girl?" asked the New York Sun. The New York Times wrote of the "mysterious waif" with the "wild, hunted look in her eyes", and her desperate cry: "I can't remember I can't remember."[4]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Committed to the asylum, Bly experienced its conditions firsthand. The food consisted of gruel broth, spoiled beef, bread that was little more than dried dough, and dirty undrinkable water. The dangerous patients were tied together with ropes. The patients were made to sit for much of each day on hard benches with scant protection from the cold. Waste was all around the eating places. Rats crawled all around the hospital. The bathwater was frigid, and buckets of it were poured over their heads. The nurses were obnoxious and abusive, telling the patients to shut up, and beating them if they did not. Speaking with her fellow patients, Bly was convinced that some were as sane as she was. On the effect of her experiences, she wrote:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"What, excepting torture, would produce insanity quicker than this treatment? Here is a class of women sent to be cured. I would like the expert physicians who are condemning me for my action, which has proven their ability, to take a perfectly sane and healthy woman, shut her up and make her sit from 6 a.m. until 8 p.m. on straight-back benches, do not allow her to talk or move during these hours, give her no reading and let her know nothing of the world or its doings, give her bad food and harsh treatment, and see how long it will take to make her insane. Two months would make her a mental and physical wreck."[3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"...My teeth chattered and my limbs were ...numb with cold. Suddenly, I got three buckets of ice-cold water...one in my eyes, nose and mouth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After ten days, Bly was released from the asylum at The World's behest. Her report, later published in book form as Ten Days in a Mad-House, caused a sensation and brought her lasting fame. While embarrassed physicians and staff fumbled to explain how so many professionals had been fooled, a grand jury launched its own investigation into conditions at the asylum, inviting Bly to assist. The jury's report recommended the changes she had proposed, and its call for increased funds for care of the insane prompted an $850,000 increase in the budget of the Department of Public Charities and Corrections. They also made sure that all of the examinations were more thorough so that only people who were actually insane went to the asylum.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Around the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nellie Bly in her traveling clothes, 1890In 1888, Nellie suggested to her editor at the New York World that she take a trip around the world, attempting to turn the fictional Around the World in Eighty Days into fact for the first time. A year later, at 9:40 a.m. on November 14, 1889, and with two days' notice,[5] she boarded the Augusta Victoria, a steamer of the Hamburg America Line,[6] and began her 24,899-mile journey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She brought with her the dress she was wearing, a sturdy overcoat, several changes of underwear and a small travel bag carrying her toiletry essentials. She carried most of her money (200 £ in English bank notes and gold in total as well as some American currency)[7] in a bag tied around her neck.[8]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The New York newspaper Cosmopolitan sponsored its own reporter, Elizabeth Bisland, to beat the time of both Phileas Fogg and Bly. Bisland would travel the opposite way around the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To sustain interest in the story, the World organized a “Nellie Bly Guessing Match” in which readers were asked to estimate Bly’s arrival time to the second, with the Grand Prize consisting at first of (only) a free trip to Europe and, later on, spending money for the trip.[8][9]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On her travels around the world, she went through England, France (where she met Jules Verne in Amiens), Brindisi, the Suez Canal, Colombo (Ceylon), Hong Kong, the Straits Settlement of Penang and Singapore, and Japan. The development of efficient submarine cable networks and the electric telegraph allowed Bly to send short progress reports[10], though longer dispatches had to travel by regular post and were thus often delayed by several weeks.[9]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She travelled using steamships and the existing railroad systems[11], which caused occasional setbacks, particularly on the Asian leg of her race.[12] During these stops, she visited an Asian torture garden,[13] a leper colony in China[13][14] and she bought a monkey in Singapore[13][15].&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Due to rough weather on her Pacific crossing, she arrived in San Francisco on the White Star liner Oceanic on January 21, two days behind schedule[12][16] However, World owner Pulitzer chartered a private train to bring her home, and she arrived back in New Jersey on January 25, 1890, at 3:51 p.m.[10].&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Seventy-two days, six hours, eleven minutes and fourteen seconds after her Hoboken departure" Bly was back in New York. She had circumnavigated the globe almost[6] unchaperoned. At the time, Bisland was still going around the world. Like Bly, she had missed a connection and had to board a slow, old ship called the "Bothina" in the place of a fast ship called the "Etruria".[5] Bly's journey, at the time, was a world record, though it was bettered a few months later by George Francis Train, who completed the journey in 67 days[17]. By 1913, Andre Jaeger-Schmidt, Henry Frederick and John Henry Mears had improved on the record, the latter completing the journey in less than 36 days.[18]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GRo-lz53_w8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GRo-lz53_w8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Later years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In 1895 Nellie Bly married millionaire manufacturer Robert Seaman, who was 40 years her senior. She retired from journalism, and became the president of the Iron Clad Manufacturing Co., which made steel containers such as milk cans and boilers. In 1904 she invented and patented [19] the steel barrel that was the model for the 55-gallon oil drum still in widespread use in the United States. Her husband died that year. For a time she was one of the leading female industrialists in the United States, but embezzlement by employees forced her into bankruptcy. Forced back into reporting, she covered such events as the women's suffrage convention in 1913, and stories on Europe's Eastern Front during World War I.[20]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In 1916 Nellie was given a baby boy whose mother requested Nellie look after him and see that he become adopted. The child was illegitimate and difficult to place since he was half-Japanese. He spent the next six years in an orphanage run by the Church For All Nations[clarification needed] in Manhattan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As Nellie became ill towards the end of her life she requested that her niece, Beatrice Brown, look after the boy and several other babies in whom she had become interested. Her interest in orphanages may have been part of her ongoing efforts to improve the social organizations of the day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She died of bronchopneumonia at St. Mark's Hospital in New York City in 1922, at age 57, and was interred in a modest grave at Woodlawn Cemetery in the Bronx.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Legacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dramatic representations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bly was the subject of a 1946 Broadway musical by Johnny Burke and Jimmy Van Heusen.[21]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In 1981 Linda Purl appeared as Bly in a made for TV movie called The Adventures of Nellie Bly.[22]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A fictionalized account of her around the world trip was used in the comic book "Julie Walker is The Phantom" published by Moonstone Books (Story: Elizabeth Massie, art: Paul Daly, colors: Stephen Downer).[23]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Mentions of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She provides the hinge of a scene in which Abbey Bartlet declaims Bly's achievements to President Josiah Bartlet in The West Wing episode "And Surely It's To Their Credit".[24]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In several recorded versions of the traditional song "Frankie and Johnny", such as the version recorded by Jimmie Rodgers, the lover of the male character "Johnny" is identified as "Nellie Bly."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Named after her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Nellie Bly Amusement Park in Brooklyn, New York City, is named after her, taking as its theme Around the World in Eighty Days. The park recently reopened under new management, renamed "Adventurers Amusement Park."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From early in the twentieth century until 1961, the Pennsylvania Railroad operated a parlor-car only express train between New York and Atlantic City that bore the name, "Nellie Bly."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Other recognition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In 1998, she was inducted into the National Women's Hall of Fame.[25]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nellie Bly was one of four journalists honored with a U.S postage stamp in a "Women in Journalism" set in 2002.[26]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her investigation of the Blackwell's Island insane asylum is dramatized in a 4-D film in the Annenberg Theater at the Newseum in Washington, DC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;References&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bly, Nellie (1887). Ten Days in a Mad-House.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kroeger, Brooke (1994). Nellie Bly: Daredevil, Reporter, Feminist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Affidavit of Beatrice K. Brown; Surrogates Court, Kings County (1922)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.^ Kroeger 1994 reports (p. 529) that although a birth year of 1867 was deduced from the age Bly claimed to be at the height of her popularity, her baptismal record confirms 1864.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.^ Kroeger 1994, p. 25.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.^ Bly 1887.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.^ Kroeger 1994, pp. 91–92.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.^ Ruddick, Nicholas. “Nellie Bly, Jules Verne, and the World on the Threshold of the American Age.” Canadian Review of American Studies, Volume 29, Number 1, 1999, p. 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.^ Kroeger, Brooke. Nellie Bly – Daredevil, Reporter, Feminist. Times Books Random House, 1994, p. 146&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.^ Kroeger, Brooke. Nellie Bly – Daredevil, Reporter, Feminist. Times Books Random House, 1994, p. 141&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.^ Ruddick, Nicholas. “Nellie Bly, Jules Verne, and the World on the Threshold of the American Age.” Canadian Review of American Studies, Volume 29, Number 1, 1999, p. 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.^ Kroeger, Brooke. Nellie Bly – Daredevil, Reporter, Feminist. Times Books Random House, 1994, p. 150&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.^ Ruddick, Nicholas. “Nellie Bly, Jules Verne, and the World on the Threshold of the American Age.” Canadian Review of American Studies, Volume 29, Number 1, 1999, p. 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.^ Ruddick, Nicholas. “Nellie Bly, Jules Verne, and the World on the Threshold of the American Age.” Canadian Review of American Studies, Volume 29, Number 1, 1999, p. 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.^ Bear, David. “Around the World With Nellie Bly.” Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, November 26, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.^ Ruddick, Nicholas. “Nellie Bly, Jules Verne, and the World on the Threshold of the American Age.” Canadian Review of American Studies, Volume 29, Number 1, 1999, p. 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.^ Kroeger, Brooke. Nellie Bly – Daredevil, Reporter, Feminist. Times Books Random House, 1994, p. 160&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.^ Kroeger, Brooke. Nellie Bly – Daredevil, Reporter, Feminist. Times Books Random House, 1994, p. 158&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.^ *Daily Alta California, "Phineas Fogg Outdone", January 22, 1890&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.^ http://www.skagitriverjournal.com/WA/Library/Newspaper/Visscher/Visscher3-Bio2.html para 16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.^ New York Times, “A Run Around the World”, August 8, 1913&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.^ http://www.aoghs.org/pdf/NellieBlyDec06.pdf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.^ The remarkable Nellie Bly, inventor of the metal oil drum, Petroleum Age, 12/2006, p.5.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.^ "After the poorly received Nellie Bly (1946) ... [stage director Edgar J.] MacGregor retired.", musicals101.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.^ per IMDb.com The Adventures of Nellie Bly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.^ Julie Walker is The Phantom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.^ http://www.twiztv.com/cgi-bin/transcript.cgi?episode=http://dmca.free.fr/scripts/thewestwing/season2/thewestwing-205.txt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.^ National Women's Hall of Fame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26.^ USPS Press Release (September 14, 2002), Four Accomplished Journalists Honored on U.S. Postage Stamps, usps.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaZTIUjPoI/AAAAAAAASpY/fosJv6xGooo/s1600/Nelliebly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaZTIUjPoI/AAAAAAAASpY/fosJv6xGooo/s1600/Nelliebly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-580997348034751847?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/580997348034751847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/deathday-journalist-nellie-bly-1922.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/580997348034751847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/580997348034751847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/deathday-journalist-nellie-bly-1922.html' title='Deathday: Journalist Nellie Bly 1922'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaY-MM-IgI/AAAAAAAASpU/vtggrPbVoEA/s72-c/501px-Nellie_Bly_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-5111821377976546955</id><published>2012-01-26T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T17:30:01.946-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cemeteries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Pere Lachaise Cemetery - Grave of Gerard de Nerval</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CUUbVUZF1JA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CUUbVUZF1JA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pere Lachaise Cemetery - Grave of Gerard de Nerval&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpAcpxdc4rk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpAcpxdc4rk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-5111821377976546955?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5111821377976546955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/pere-lachaise-cemetery-grave-of-gerard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/5111821377976546955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/5111821377976546955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/pere-lachaise-cemetery-grave-of-gerard.html' title='Pere Lachaise Cemetery - 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He was brought up by his maternal great-uncle, Antoine Boucher, in the countryside of Valois at Mortefontaine. On the return of his father from war during 1814, he was sent back to Paris. He frequently returned to the countryside of Valois during holidays and later returned to it in imagination in his Chansons et légendes du Valois.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His talent for translation was made manifest in his translation of Goethe's Faust (1828), the work which earned him his reputation; Goethe praised it, and Hector Berlioz later used sections for his legend-symphony La damnation de Faust. Other translations from Goethe ensued; in the 1840s, Nerval's translations introduced Heinrich Heine's poems to French readers of the Revue des deux mondes. During the 1820s at college he became lifelong friends with Théophile Gautier and later joined Alexandre Dumas, père in the Petit Cénacle, in what was an exceedingly bohemian set, which was ultimately to become the Club des Hashischins. Nerval's poetry is characterized by Romantic deism. His passion for the 'spirit world' was matched by a decidedly more negative view of the material one: "This life is a hovel and a place of ill-repute. I'm ashamed that God should see me here." Among his admirers was Victor Hugo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gérard de Nerval's first nervous breakdown occurred during 1841. In a series of novellas, collected as Les Illuminés, ou les précurseurs du socialisme (1852), on themes suggested by the careers of Rétif de la Bretonne, Cagliostro and others, he described feelings that followed his third insanity. Increasingly poverty-stricken and disoriented, he finally committed suicide during 1855, hanging himself from a window grating. He left only a brief note to his aunt: "Do not wait up for me this evening, for the night will be black and white."[1] He was interred in the Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Legacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The influence of Nerval's insistence on the significance of dreams on the Surrealist movement was emphasised by André Breton. The writers Marcel Proust and René Daumal were also greatly influenced by Nerval's work, as was Artaud.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Umberto Eco analyses Gérard de Nerval's Sylvie (calling it a "masterpiece") to show the use of temporal ambiguity, demystifying the "mists" during his Six Walks in the Fictional Woods.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Allusions by others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T. S. Eliot quoted the second line of Nerval's sonnet "El Desdichado" in his poem The Waste Land. Donald Swann set that poem to music as "Je Suis le Ténébreux" (its first words) and Flanders and Swann performed it in their revue At the Drop of a Hat (1956); it appears on the live recording. Clive James, in his songwriting collaboration with Pete Atkin, wrote two lyrics that refer to the poem, "The Prince of Aquitaine" and "The Shadow and the Widower".[2]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The British progressive rock music band Pure Reason Revolution draw extensively from Nerval for influence in their lyrics, which often revolve around dreams and use a 'stream of consciousness' technique very similar to Nerval's. The title of their song "Trembling Willows" is a reference to one of Nerval's poems, "Delfica", and its lyrics take many of the same images. Similarly, the song "In Aurelia" comes from Nerval's masterpiece of the same name.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The British rock music band Traffic included a song on their album When the Eagle Flies called "Dream Gerrard." The lyrics were written by Vivian Stanshall as a tribute to Nerval. The song contains surreal lyrics like Nerval's work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nerval is referenced in Richard Wilbur's new book Anterooms in the poem "A Prelude". The poem is a mockery of the seriousness of Matthew Arnold and his poem "Dover Beach". Wilbur writes of Matthew Arnold, "And was upon the point of saying "Ah," / When he perceived, not far from the great Aiguille, / A lobster led on a leash beside the sea. / It was Nerval, enjoying his vacances!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Pet lobster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nerval had a pet lobster named Thibault which he took for walks in the Palais Royal gardens in Paris on the end of a blue silk ribbon.[3] Nerval wrote to his close childhood friend Laura LeBeau, recounting an embarrassing incident that occurred while on holiday in La Rochelle: "...and so, dear Laura, upon my regaining the town square I was accosted by the mayor who demanded that I should make a full and frank apology for stealing from the lobster nets. I will not bore you with the rest of the story, but suffice to say that reparations were made, and little Thibault is now here with me in the city..."[3]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In an article about the life of Nerval by his contemporary, Théophile Gautier, Nerval is quoted as having said "Why should a lobster be any more ridiculous than a dog? ...or a cat, or a gazelle, or a lion, or any other animal that one chooses to take for a walk? I have a liking for lobsters. They are peaceful, serious creatures. They know the secrets of the sea, they don't bark, and they don't gnaw upon one's monadic privacy like dogs do. And Goethe had an aversion to dogs, and he wasn't mad."[4]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the Sam Shepard and Patti Smith play Cowboy Mouth, the character Cavale is obsessed with Nerval, making numerous references to him and claiming that Nerval hanged himself on [her] birthday. It also mentions Nerval having a pet lobster, as above, amidst other fantastic claims. This may be the inspiration for the play's character 'Lobster Man.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flanders and Swann make mention of Nerval's pet lobster in the introduction to "Je Suis Le Ténébreux".[5]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Works by Nerval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Les faux saulniers (1850)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voyage en Orient (1851), resulted from his extended hashish-filled voyage of 1842 to Cairo and Beirut. It must have puzzled readers of conventional travel books, for it retells Oriental tales like Solomon and the Queen of Sheba, in terms of the artist and the act of creation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La Bohème Galante (1852)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Les Nuits d'Octobre (1852)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sylvie (1853)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Petits châteaux de Bohême (1853)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Les Filles du Feu (1854), a volume of short stories. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Les Chimères poems appended to Les Filles de Feu, translated by Mark Lamoureux&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aurélia (1855), his fantasy-ridden interior autobiography— "Our dreams are a second life," he wrote— which influenced the Surrealists.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Promenades et Souvenirs (1854–56)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;References&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.^ Sieburth, Richard, Gerard de Nerval: Selected Writings, p. xxxi, Penguin Group, London, 1999&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.^ James, Clive; Curry, Andrew; Birkill, S. J.. "Shadow and the Widower". Smash Flops. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.^ Horton, Scott (2008-10-12). "Nerval: A Man and His Lobster". Harper's Magazine. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.^ Gautier, Théophile. Portraits et Souvenirs Littéraires (Paris: Charpentier, 1875), Richard Holmes trans.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.^ "At the Drop of a Hat - Je suis le Ténébreux". 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Raven&quot;'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-917075757175146536</id><published>2012-01-25T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:00:05.276-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>"The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe - Animated Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNsEh1FkJCA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNsEh1FkJCA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'' 'Tis some visitor,'' I muttered, ''tapping at my chamber door-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only this, and nothing more.''&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Petit court métrage en hommage au magnifique poème d'Edgar Allan Poe, sur une musique du groupe Alan Persons Project, étant également un hommage au poète et à son corbeau.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Milesthefox89 - June 17, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-917075757175146536?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/917075757175146536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-7684911395978378425</id><published>2012-01-24T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T15:00:02.108-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><title type='text'>Gustave Dore's "The Raven" Illustrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRbf7fax33I/AAAAAAAASqo/4UsV_SOzyw0/s1600/Paul_Gustave_Dore_Raven0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRbf7fax33I/AAAAAAAASqo/4UsV_SOzyw0/s320/Paul_Gustave_Dore_Raven0.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gustave Doré&lt;/span&gt; illustrated an oversized edition of Edgar Allan Poe's &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"The Raven,"&lt;/span&gt; an endeavor that earned him 30,000 francs from publisher Harper and&amp;nbsp;Brothers in 1883.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRbgAZBsrVI/AAAAAAAASqs/fuOno8iql3E/s1600/Paul_Gustave_Dore_Raven1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRbgAZBsrVI/AAAAAAAASqs/fuOno8iql3E/s320/Paul_Gustave_Dore_Raven1.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-8783962844067959579</id><published>2012-01-23T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T18:00:02.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><title type='text'>Deathday: Raven Illustrator Gustave Dore 1883</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRa6et5znkI/AAAAAAAASqU/mFPBIhy8SQQ/s1600/472px-Paul_Gustave_Dore_by_Felix_Nadar_1855-1859.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRa6et5znkI/AAAAAAAASqU/mFPBIhy8SQQ/s320/472px-Paul_Gustave_Dore_by_Felix_Nadar_1855-1859.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Paul Gustave Doré&lt;/span&gt; ( January 6, 1832 – January 23, 1883) was a French artist, engraver, illustrator and sculptor. Doré worked primarily with wood engraving and steel engraving.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Biography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doré was born in Strasbourg and his first illustrated story was published at the age of fifteen. His skill had manifested itself even earlier, however. At age five he had been a prodigy artist, creating drawings that were mature beyond his years. Seven years later, he began carving in stone. Subsequently, as a young man, he began work as a literary illustrator in Paris, winning commissions to depict scenes from books by Rabelais, Balzac, Milton and Dante.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In 1853, Doré was asked to illustrate the works of Lord Byron. This commission was followed by additional work for British publishers, including a new illustrated English Bible. A decade later, he illustrated a French edition of Cervantes's Don Quixote, and his depictions of the knight and his squire, Sancho Panza, have become so famous that they have influenced subsequent readers, artists, and stage and film directors' ideas of the physical "look" of the two characters. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Doré also illustrated an oversized edition of Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven," an endeavor that earned him 30,000 francs from publisher Harper Brothers in 1883.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRa7EInHHVI/AAAAAAAASqc/7TYzDu9SErg/s1600/Paul_Gustave_Dore_Raven0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRa7EInHHVI/AAAAAAAASqc/7TYzDu9SErg/s320/Paul_Gustave_Dore_Raven0.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doré's English Bible (1866) was a great success, and in 1867 Doré had a major exhibition of his work in London. This exhibition led to the foundation of the Doré Gallery in New Bond Street. In 1869, Blanchard Jerrold, the son of Douglas William Jerrold, suggested that they work together to produce a comprehensive portrait of London. Jerrold had obtained the idea from The Microcosm of London produced by Rudolph Ackermann, William Pyne, and Thomas Rowlandson in 1808. Doré signed a five-year contact with the publishers Grant Co that involved his staying in London for three months a year, and he received the vast sum of £10,000 a year for the project. Doré was mainly celebrated for his paintings in his day. His paintings remain world renowned, but his woodcuts and engravings, like those he did for Jerrold, are where he really excelled as an artist with an individual vision.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The completed book, London: A Pilgrimage, with 180 engravings, was published in 1872. It enjoyed commercial success, but the work was disliked by many contemporary critics. Some of these critics were concerned with the fact that Doré appeared to focus on the poverty that existed in parts of London. Doré was accused by the Art Journal of "inventing rather than copying." The Westminster Review claimed that "Doré gives us sketches in which the commonest, the vulgarest external features are set down." The book was a financial success, however, and Doré received commissions from other British publishers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His later works included Coleridge's Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Milton's Paradise Lost, Tennyson's The Idylls of the King, The Works of Thomas Hood, and The Divine Comedy. His work also appeared in the Illustrated London News.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He continued to illustrate books until his death in Paris in 1883. The city's Père Lachaise Cemetery contains his grave.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRa6z42vG4I/AAAAAAAASqY/Zc4zMPKYyzQ/s1600/405px-Paul_Gustave_Dore_Raven14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRa6z42vG4I/AAAAAAAASqY/Zc4zMPKYyzQ/s320/405px-Paul_Gustave_Dore_Raven14.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-8783962844067959579?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/8783962844067959579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/deathday-raven-illustrator-gustave-dore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/8783962844067959579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/8783962844067959579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/deathday-raven-illustrator-gustave-dore.html' title='Deathday: Raven Illustrator Gustave Dore 1883'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRa6et5znkI/AAAAAAAASqU/mFPBIhy8SQQ/s72-c/472px-Paul_Gustave_Dore_by_Felix_Nadar_1855-1859.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-8980174839025805439</id><published>2012-01-23T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T13:00:04.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><title type='text'>"Epigram for Wall Street" Published 1845</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRawtqEHyiI/AAAAAAAASqA/PakHAGQjjws/s1600/wall_street_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRawtqEHyiI/AAAAAAAASqA/PakHAGQjjws/s320/wall_street_poster.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll tell you a plan for gaining wealth,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Better than banking, trade or leases —&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take a bank note and fold it up,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then you will find your money in creases!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This wonderful plan, without danger or loss,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keeps your cash in your hands, where nothing can trouble it;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And every time that you fold it across,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Tis as plain as the light of the day that you double it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-The End-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRawrkKyO8I/AAAAAAAASp8/Jt56r_nbO0Q/s1600/Wall_street_1867.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRawrkKyO8I/AAAAAAAASp8/Jt56r_nbO0Q/s320/Wall_street_1867.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Epigram for Wall Street&lt;/span&gt; (1845) was printed in the New York Evening Mirror on &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;January 23, 1845&lt;/span&gt;, the poem is generally accepted as being written by Poe, though it was published anonymously. Interestingly, the title neglected to capitalize "street." The humorous poem of four rhyming couplets tells savvy people interested in gaining wealth to avoid investments and banks. Instead, it suggests, fold your money in half, thereby doubling it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRawvVJaIiI/AAAAAAAASqE/isw4-AaC1sw/s1600/wall_street_money_never_sleeps.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRawvVJaIiI/AAAAAAAASqE/isw4-AaC1sw/s320/wall_street_money_never_sleeps.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It appears Oliver Stone has doubled down on Wall Street.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-8980174839025805439?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/8980174839025805439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/epigram-for-wall-street-published-1845.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/8980174839025805439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/8980174839025805439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/epigram-for-wall-street-published-1845.html' title='&quot;Epigram for Wall Street&quot; 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- The Alan Parsons Project'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-9076005093206824797</id><published>2012-01-22T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T15:00:00.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>THE TELL-TALE HEART (1960 film)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaUhsHXuQI/AAAAAAAASpM/mzm1oaDdg8g/s1600/1960TellTaleHeart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaUhsHXuQI/AAAAAAAASpM/mzm1oaDdg8g/s320/1960TellTaleHeart.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The Tell-Tale Heart&lt;/span&gt; is a 1960 British horror film directed by Ernest Morris. The screenplay by Brian Clemens and Eldon Howard is a loose adaptation of the 1843 short story of the same title by Edgar Allan Poe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Plot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edgar Marsh, a shy librarian obsessed with erotica, becomes infatuated with his neighbor Betty Clare when he sees her undressing in her bedroom. He invites her to dinner, and although she clearly is uncomfortable with the attention he pays her, he showers her with jewelry and fantasizes about their future. Complications arise when he introduces her to his friend Carl Loomis, whom Betty finds far more attractive and appealing. In order to eliminate the competition, Edgar bludgeons Carl to death with a poker and buries him beneath the floorboards in his piano room. His overwhelming guilt leads him to believe a ticking metronome and the incessant dripping of a faucet actually are the sound of his victim's heart still beating.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laurence Payne ..... Edgar Marsh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adrienne Corri ..... Betty Clare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dermot Walsh ..... Carl Loomis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-9076005093206824797?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/9076005093206824797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/tell-tale-heart-1960-film.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/9076005093206824797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/9076005093206824797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/tell-tale-heart-1960-film.html' title='THE TELL-TALE HEART (1960 film)'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaUhsHXuQI/AAAAAAAASpM/mzm1oaDdg8g/s72-c/1960TellTaleHeart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-2930980046919178987</id><published>2012-01-21T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T17:00:02.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category 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Heart"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TM-tAb-bM-s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TM-tAb-bM-s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-2930980046919178987?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/2930980046919178987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-4180410406217220341</id><published>2012-01-21T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T15:00:00.796-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>"The Tell Tale Heart" Published 1843</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaR47qAAfI/AAAAAAAASpI/w6nXi2TV_TY/s1600/Clarke-TellTaleHeart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaR47qAAfI/AAAAAAAASpI/w6nXi2TV_TY/s320/Clarke-TellTaleHeart.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"The Tell-Tale Heart"&lt;/span&gt; is a short story by Edgar Allan Poe first published in 1843. It follows an unnamed narrator who insists on his sanity after murdering an old man with a "vulture eye." The murder is carefully calculated, and the murderer hides the body by dismembering it and hiding it under the floorboards. Ultimately the narrator's guilt manifests itself in the hallucination that the man's heart is still beating under the floorboards.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is unclear what relationship, if any, the old man and his murderer share. It has been suggested that the old man is a father figure, or whether the narrator works for the old man as a servant, perhaps, that his vulture eye represents some sort of veiled secret, or power. The ambiguity and lack of details about the two main characters stand in stark contrast to the specific plot details leading up to the murder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Tell-Tale Heart" is widely considered a classic of the Gothic fiction genre and one of Poe's most famous short stories.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Tell-Tale Heart" was first published in the Boston-based magazine The Pioneer in &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;January 1843&lt;/span&gt;, edited by James Russell Lowell. Poe was likely paid only $10. Its original publication included an epigraph which quoted Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem "A Psalm of Life." The story was slightly revised when republished in the August 23, 1845, edition of the Broadway Journal. This edition omitted Longfellow's poem because, Poe believed, it was plagiarized. "The Tell-Tale Heart" was reprinted several additional times during Poe's lifetime.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Adaptations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The earliest acknowledged adaptation of "The Tell-Tale Heart" was in 1928 in a film of the same name directed by Leon Shamroy and starring Otto Matieson and Darvas. It stayed faithful to the original tale, though future television and film adaptations often expanded the short story to full-length feature films.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A 1953 animated short film produced by United Productions of America and narrated by James Mason is included among the list of films preserved in the United States National Film Registry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A 1960 film adaptation, The Tell-Tale Heart, adds a love triangle to the story.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The film Nightmares from the Mind of Poe (2006) adapts "The Tell-Tale Heart" along with "The Cask of Amontillado," "The Premature Burial" and "The Raven."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Radio Tales series produced the drama The Tell-Tale Heart for National Public Radio. The story was performed by Winifred Phillips along with music composed by her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Canadian radio program Nightfall presented an adaptation on August 1, 1980.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A 2009 thriller film, Tell-Tale, produced by Ridley Scott and Tony Scott, credits Poe's "The Tell-Tale Heart" as the basis for the story of a man being haunted by his donor's memories, after a heart transplant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the 1972 film An Evening with Edgar Allan Poe, four of Poe's short stories are recited by Vincent Price in front of a live audience, including "The Tell-Tale Heart."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another adaption was by Steven Berkoff in 1991, and was broadcast on British television. This adaptation was originally presented on British TV as part of the acclaimed series "Without Walls." This version was later broadcast in the United States on the cable channel BRAVO as part of the Texaco Performing Arts series.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-4180410406217220341?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4180410406217220341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/tell-tale-heart-published-1843.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/4180410406217220341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/4180410406217220341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/tell-tale-heart-published-1843.html' title='&quot;The Tell Tale Heart&quot; Published 1843'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaR47qAAfI/AAAAAAAASpI/w6nXi2TV_TY/s72-c/Clarke-TellTaleHeart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-4150275839997700390</id><published>2012-01-20T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T17:30:00.236-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><title type='text'>Nathaniel Parker Willis Introduces Poe to Frances Sargent Osgood 1845</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bP9r2a84hss/TwqPjgOTYJI/AAAAAAAABAk/2NVUvOyrzCQ/s1600/Frances-Osgood003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bP9r2a84hss/TwqPjgOTYJI/AAAAAAAABAk/2NVUvOyrzCQ/s320/Frances-Osgood003.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heres a virtual movie of &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Frances Sargent Osgood&lt;/span&gt; (née Locke) (June 18, 1811 -- May 12, 1850) who was an American poet and one of the most popular women writers during her timeNicknamed "Fanny," she was also famous for her exchange of romantic poems with Edgar Allan Poe. Here she briefly discusses her thoughts on first meeting Edgar Allan Poe. The dialogue used in this virtual movie is based upon what she actually wrote.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/twwVDIhHouU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/twwVDIhHouU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poetry Animations &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Relationship with Poe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In February 1845, Poe gave a lecture in New York in which he criticized American poetry, especially that of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. He made special mention, however, of Osgood, saying she had "a rosy future" in literature. Though she missed the lecture, she wrote to her friend, saying Poe was "called the severest critic of the day," making his compliment that much more impressive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is believed Poe and Osgood first met in person when introduced by Nathaniel Parker Willis in March 1845 when Osgood had been separated from (but not divorced from) her husband. Poe's wife Virginia was still alive, but in ill health. Poe may have been attracted to Osgood because they were both born in Boston and possibly due to her childlike qualities which were similar to Virginia's. She may have already been in an early stage of tuberculosis, just like Virginia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poe used his role as one-third owner of the Broadway Journal to print some of Osgood's poems, including some flirtatious ones. Poe responded with published poems of his own, occasionally under his pseudonym of Edgar T. S. Grey. Most notable is his poem "A Valentine." The poem is actually a riddle which conceals Osgood's name, found by taking letter 1 from line 1, letter 2 from line 2, and so on. Despite these passionate interchanges, the relationship between Poe and Osgood is often considered purely platonic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oddly, Poe's wife Virginia approved of the relationship and often invited Osgood to visit their home. Virginia believed their friendship had a "restraining" effect on her husband. Poe had given up alcohol to impress Osgood, for example. Virginia may also have been aware of her own impending death and was looking for someone who would take care of Poe. Osgood's husband Samuel also did not object, apparently used to his wife's impetuous behavior; he himself had a reputation as a philanderer. Others, however, were not as supportive; Osgood and Poe were widely criticized and harassed for their relationship.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fellow poet Elizabeth F. Ellet, whose affection Poe had scorned, spread rumors about Poe and Osgood's friendship, even contacting Virginia about alleged improprieties. Ellet even suggested that Osgood's third child, Fanny Fay, was not her husband's but Poe's. Fanny Fay was born in June 1846 but died in October. Poe biographer Kenneth Silverman says the possibility of Poe as Fanny Fay's father is "possible but most unlikely." Osgood, in an attempt to protect her public character, sent Margaret Fuller and Anne Lynch to request Poe return her personal letters to him to be destroyed. In July 1846 Osgood's husband Samuel demanded Ellet apologize to his wife, lest he sue her for defamation. Ellet responded in a letter, retracted her statements, and put the blame on Poe and his wife Virginia. Osgood and Poe did not interact after 1847.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poe was not the only man to engage in literary flirtation with Osgood. Several men wrote of their affection for her, including Rufus Wilmot Griswold, to whom Osgood dedicated a book of poetry. She also wrote a Valentine poem that mingled her own name with Griswold's. The competition between Griswold and Poe for Osgood may have led to their infamous rivalry, best exemplified in Griswold's character assassination of Poe after Poe's death.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-4150275839997700390?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4150275839997700390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/nathaniel-parker-willis-introduces-poe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/4150275839997700390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/4150275839997700390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/nathaniel-parker-willis-introduces-poe.html' title='Nathaniel Parker Willis Introduces Poe to Frances Sargent Osgood 1845'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bP9r2a84hss/TwqPjgOTYJI/AAAAAAAABAk/2NVUvOyrzCQ/s72-c/Frances-Osgood003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-404528923555588100</id><published>2012-01-20T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T15:00:00.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><title type='text'>Deathday: Nathaniel Parker Willis 1867 Poe Friend, Editor &amp; Author</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaHM4y0d9I/AAAAAAAASoQ/pUZtWUSrwRk/s1600/NPWillis-brady.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaHM4y0d9I/AAAAAAAASoQ/pUZtWUSrwRk/s320/NPWillis-brady.jpg" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Nathaniel Parker Willis&lt;/span&gt; (January 20, 1806 – January 20, 1867), also known as N. P. Willis, was an American author, poet and editor who worked with several notable American writers including &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/span&gt; and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. He became the highest-paid magazine writer of his day. For a time, he was the employer of former slave and future writer Harriet Jacobs. His brother was the composer Richard Storrs Willis and his sister wrote under the name Fanny Fern.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Born in Portland, Maine, Willis came from a family of publishers. His grandfather Nathaniel Willis owned newspapers in Massachusetts and Virginia, and his father Nathaniel Willis was the founder of Youth's Companion, the first newspaper specifically for children. Willis developed an interest in literature while attending Yale College and began publishing poetry. After graduation, he worked as an overseas correspondent for the New York Mirror. He eventually moved to New York and began to build his literary reputation. Working with multiple publications, he was earning about US$100 per article and between $5,000 and $10,000 per year. In 1846, he started his own publication, the Home Journal, which was eventually renamed Town and Country. Shortly after, Willis moved to a home on the Hudson River where he lived a semi-retired life until his death in 1867.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Willis embedded his own personality into his writing and addressed his readers personally, specifically in his travel writings, so that his reputation was built in part because of his character. Critics, including his sister in her novel Ruth Hall, occasionally described him as being effeminate and Europeanized. Willis also published several poems, tales, and a play. Despite his intense popularity for a time, at his death Willis was nearly forgotten.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On June 20, 1839, Willis's play Tortesa, the Usurer premiered in Philadelphia at the Walnut Street Theatre. Edgar Allan Poe called it "by far the best play from the pen of an American author." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While Willis was editor of the Evening Mirror, its issue for January 29, 1845, included the first printing of Poe's poem "The Raven" with his name attached. In his introduction, Willis called it "unsurpassed in English poetry for subtle conception, masterly ingenuity of versification, and consistent, sustaining of imaginative lift ... It will stick to the memory of everybody who reads it." Willis and Poe were close friends, and Willis helped Poe financially during his wife Virginia's illness and while Poe was suing Thomas Dunn English for libel. Willis often tried to persuade Poe to be less destructive in his criticism and concentrate on his poetry. Even so, Willis published many pieces of what would later be referred to as "The Longfellow War", a literary battle between Poe and the supporters of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, whom Poe called overrated and guilty of plagiarism. Willis also introduced Poe to Fanny Osgood; the two would later carry out a very public literary flirtation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In 1850 he assisted Rufus Wilmot Griswold in preparing an anthology of the works of Poe, who had died mysteriously the year before. Griswold also wrote the first biography of Poe in which he purposely set out to ruin the dead author's reputation. Willis was one of the most vocal of Poe's defenders, writing at one point: "The indictment (for it deserves no other name) is not true. It is full of cruel misrepresentations. It deepens the shadows unto unnatural darkness, and shuts out the rays of sunshines that ought to relieve them."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In July 1860, Willis took his last major trip. Along with his wife, he stopped in Chicago and Yellow Springs, Ohio, as far west as Madison, Wisconsin, and also took a steamboat down the Mississippi River to St. Louis, Missouri, and returned through Cincinnati, Ohio and Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. In 1851, Willis allowed the Home Journal to break its pledge to avoid taking sides in political discussions when the Confederate States of America was established, calling the move a purposeful act to bring on war. On May 28, 1861, Willis was part of a committee of literary figures—including William Cullen Bryant, Charles Anderson Dana, and Horace Greeley—to invite Edward Everett to speak in New York on behalf of maintaining the Union. The Home Journal lost many subscribers during the American Civil War, Morris died in 1864, and the Willis family had to take in boarders and for a time turned Idlewild into a girls' school for income.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Willis was very sick in these final years: he suffered from violent epileptic seizures and, early in November 1866, fainted in the streets, prompting Harriet Jacobs to return to help his wife. Willis died on his sixty-first birthday, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;January 20, 1867&lt;/span&gt;, and was buried in Mount Auburn Cemetery in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Four days later, the day of his funeral, all bookstores in the city were closed as a token of respect. His pallbearers included Longfellow, James Russell Lowell, Oliver Wendell Holmes, Samuel Gridley Howe, and James Thomas Fields.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-404528923555588100?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/404528923555588100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/deathday-nathaniel-parker-willis-1867.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/404528923555588100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/404528923555588100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/deathday-nathaniel-parker-willis-1867.html' title='Deathday: Nathaniel Parker Willis 1867 Poe Friend, Editor &amp; Author'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaHM4y0d9I/AAAAAAAASoQ/pUZtWUSrwRk/s72-c/NPWillis-brady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-7137636659033908214</id><published>2012-01-19T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T17:00:02.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Poet Sara Helen Whitman 1803 Poe Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaCmA5cVoI/AAAAAAAASoI/nscwdxqGqKQ/s1600/SarahHelenWhitman.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaCmA5cVoI/AAAAAAAASoI/nscwdxqGqKQ/s320/SarahHelenWhitman.bmp" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Sarah Helen Power Whitman&lt;/span&gt; (January 19, 1803 – June 27, 1878), was a poet, essayist, transcendentalist, Spiritualist and a romantic interest of &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Edgar Allan Poe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Early life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whitman was born in Providence, Rhode Island on January 19, 1803, exactly six years before Poe's birth.[1] In 1828, she married the poet and writer John Winslow Whitman. John had been co-editor of the Boston Spectator and Ladies' Album, which allowed Sarah to publish some of her poetry using the name "Helen." John died in 1833; he and Sarah never had children.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah Helen Whitman had a heart condition that she treated with ether she breathed in through her handkerchief.[2]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whitman was friends with Margaret Fuller and other intellectuals in New England. She became interested in transcendentalism through this social group and after hearing Ralph Waldo Emerson lecture in Boston, Massachusetts and in Providence. She also became interested in science, mesmerism, and the occult.[3] She had a penchant for wearing black and a coffin-shaped charm around her neck and may have practiced séances in her home on Sundays, attempting to communicate with the dead.[4]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/S9U0cSskALI/AAAAAAAAO1g/WoC5XW5v03I/s320/poecult1.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Relationship with Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whitman and Poe first crossed paths in Providence in July 1845. Poe was attending a lecture by friend and poet Frances Sargent Osgood. As Poe and Osgood walked, they passed the home of Whitman while she was standing in the rose garden behind her house. Poe declined to be introduced to her.[5] By this time, Whitman was already an admirer of Poe's stories. She admitted to friend Mary Hewitt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A friend, Annie Lynch, had asked Whitman to write a poem for a Valentine's Day party in 1848. She agreed, and wrote one for Poe, though he was not in attendance. Poe heard about the tribute, "To Edgar Allan Poe," and returned the favor by anonymously sending his previously-printed poem "To Helen." Whitman may not have known it was from Poe himself and she did not respond. Three months later, Poe wrote her an entirely new poem, "&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;To Helen&lt;/span&gt;," referencing the moment from several years earlier where Poe first saw her in the rose garden behind her house.[7]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"I can never forget the impressions I felt in reading a story of his for the first time... I experienced a sensation of such intense horror that I dared neither look at anything he had written nor even utter his name... By degrees this terror took the character of fascination—I devoured with a half-reluctant and fearful avidity every line that fell from his pen."[6]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poe was on his way to see Whitman at the time of his alleged suicide attempt. Before boarding a train to Boston from Lowell, Massachusetts on his way to Providence, he took two doses of laudanum. By the time he arrived in Boston he was very sick and close to death.[8] He spent four days in Providence with her immediately after. Though they shared a common interest in literature, Poe was concerned about Whitman's friends, many for whom he had little regard, including Elizabeth F. Ellet, Margaret Fuller, and several other Transcendentalists. He said to her, "&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;My heart is heavy, Helen, for I see that your friends are not my own&lt;/span&gt;."[9]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The two exchanged letters and poetry for some time before discussing engagement. After Poe lectured in Providence in December 1848, reciting a poem by Edward Coote Pinkney directly to Whitman, she agreed to an "immediate marriage".[10] Poe agreed to remain sober during their engagement — a vow he violated within only a few days. Whitman's mother discovered that Poe was also pursuing Annie Richmond and childhood sweetheart Sarah Elmira Royster. Even so, the wedding had come so close to occurring that, in January 1849, a newspaper in New London, Connecticut and others announced their union and wished them well.[11] At one point, they chose the wedding date of December 25, 1848,[12] despite criticism of the relationship from friends and enemies alike. Whitman supposedly received an anonymous letter while she was at the library suggesting that Poe had broken his vow to her to stay sober, directly leading to an end of the relationship. Poe said in a letter to Whitman (addressed "Dear Madam") that he blamed her mother for their split.[8] Rufus Wilmot Griswold, Poe's infamous first biographer, claimed that Poe purposefully ended his relationship with Whitman the day before their wedding by committing unnamed drunken "outrages"[13] that, as he wrote in his biography, "made necessary a summons of the police."[14]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/S9UzBab03lI/AAAAAAAAO1Q/8H_WSdG0p-s/s320/Sarah-Helen-Whitman2.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Later life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whitman's collection &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Hours of Life, and Other Poems&lt;/span&gt; was published in 1853. In 1860, eleven years after his death, she published a work in defense of Poe against his critics, aimed especially at Rufus Griswold, entitled &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Edgar Allan Poe and His Critics&lt;/span&gt;. A Baltimore newspaper said the book was a noble effort "but it does not wipe out the... dishonorable records in the biography of Dr. Griswold."[15] The work likely inspired William Douglas O'Connor to write &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The Good Gray Poet,&lt;/span&gt; a similar defense of Walt Whitman, published in 1866.[16]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She died at the age of 75 in 1878 at the home of a friend at 97 Bowen St. in Providence, Rhode Island,[17] and is buried in the North Burial Ground.[12] In her will, she used the bulk of her estate to publish a volume of her own poetry and that of her sister. She also left money to the Providence Association for the Benefit of Colored Children and the Rhode Island Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals.[18]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;References&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.^ Meyers, Jeffrey. Edgar Allan Poe: His Life and Legacy. New York: Cooper Square Press, 1992: 226. ISBN 0-8154-1038-7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.^ Sova, Dawn B. Edgar Allan Poe: A to Z. New York: Checkmark Books, 2001: 254. ISBN 081604161X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.^ Silverman, Kenneth. Edgar A. Poe: Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance. New York: Harper Perennial, 1991: 347–348. ISBN 0060923318&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.^ Benton, Richard P. "Friends and Enemies: Women in the Life of Edgar Allan Poe" as collected in Myths and Reality: The Mysterious Mr. Poe. Baltimore: Edgar Allan Poe Society, 1987: 18. ISBN 0961644915&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.^ Benton, Richard P. "Friends and Enemies: Women in the Life of Edgar Allan Poe" as collected in Myths and Reality: The Mysterious Mr. Poe. Baltimore: Edgar Allan Poe Society, 1987: 17. ISBN 0961644915&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.^ Thomas, Dwight and David K. Jackson. The Poe Log: A Documentary Life of Edgar Allan Poe, 1809–1849. Boston: G. K. Hall and Co., 1987: 614. ISBN 0816187347&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.^ Silverman, Kenneth. Edgar A. Poe: Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance. New York: Harper Perennial, 1991: 347–351. ISBN 0060923318&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.^ Benton, Richard P. "Friends and Enemies: Women in the Life of Edgar Allan Poe" as collected in Myths and Reality: The Mysterious Mr. Poe. Baltimore: Edgar Allan Poe Society, 1987: 19. ISBN 0961644915&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.^ Silverman, Kenneth. Edgar A. Poe: Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance. New York: Harper Perennial, 1991: 358–359. ISBN 0060923318&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.^ Thomas, Dwight and David K. Jackson. The Poe Log: A Documentary Life of Edgar Allan Poe, 1809–1849. Boston: G. K. Hall and Co., 1987: 778–779. ISBN 0816187347&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.^ Silverman, Kenneth. Edgar A. Poe: Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance. New York: Harper Perennial, 1991: 385–388. ISBN 0060923318&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.^ Ehrlich, Eugene and Gorton Carruth. The Oxford Illustrated Literary Guide to the United States. New York: Oxford University Press, 1982: 70. ISBN 0195031865&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.^ Chivers, Thomas Holley. Chivers' Life of Poe, Richard Beale Davis, editor. New York: E. P. Dutton&amp;nbsp;and Co., Inc., 1952: 71–72&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.^ Stashower, Daniel. The Beautiful Cigar Girl: Mary Rogers, Edgar Allan Poe, and the Invention of Murder. New York: Dutton, 2006: 283. ISBN 0-525-94981-X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.^ Moss, Sidney P. Poe's Literary Battles: The Critic in the Context of His Literary Milieu. Southern Illinois University Press, 1969: 128–129&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.^ Loving, Jerome. Walt Whitman: The Song of Himself. University of California Press, 1999: 327. ISBN 0520226879&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.^ Miller, John Carl. Poe's Helen Remembers. 1979. Charlottesville: Univ Press of Virginia, 1979: 502.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.^ Silverman, Kenneth. Edgar A. Poe: Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance. New York: Harper Perennial, 1991: 521. ISBN 0060923318&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/S9UzDBTkgkI/AAAAAAAAO1Y/D5OawRtOQ8s/s320/Sarah-Helen-Whitman1.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-7137636659033908214?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7137636659033908214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-poet-sara-helen-whitman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/7137636659033908214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/7137636659033908214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-poet-sara-helen-whitman.html' title='Happy Birthday Poet Sara Helen Whitman 1803 Poe Girlfriend'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaCmA5cVoI/AAAAAAAASoI/nscwdxqGqKQ/s72-c/SarahHelenWhitman.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-879197483414790917</id><published>2012-01-19T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:00:06.298-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Edgar Allan Poe 1809</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaGbWcBPII/AAAAAAAASoM/9TkwIO5wUYg/s1600/poecult1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaGbWcBPII/AAAAAAAASoM/9TkwIO5wUYg/s320/poecult1.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/span&gt; (January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849) was an American writer, poet, editor and literary critic, considered part of the American Romantic Movement. Best known for his tales of mystery and the macabre, Poe was one of the earliest American practitioners of the short story and is considered the inventor of the detective-fiction genre. He is further credited with contributing to the emerging genre of science fiction. He was the first well-known American writer to try to earn a living through writing alone, resulting in a financially difficult life and career.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was born Edgar Poe in Boston, Massachusetts, on January 19, 1809, the second child of actress Elizabeth Arnold Hopkins Poe and actor David Poe, Jr. He had an elder brother, William Henry Leonard Poe, and a younger sister, Rosalie Poe. Edgar may have been named after a character in William Shakespeare's King Lear, a play the couple was performing in 1809. His father abandoned their family in 1810, and his mother died a year later from consumption. Poe was then taken into the home of John Allan, a successful Scottish merchant in Richmond, Virginia, who dealt in a variety of goods including tobacco, cloth, wheat, tombstones, and slaves. The Allans served as a foster family and gave him the name "Edgar Allan Poe," though they never formally adopted him. The Allan family had Poe baptized in the Episcopal Church in 1812. John Allan alternately spoiled and aggressively disciplined his foster son. Allan's kind wife Frances Valentine Allan became his mother, friend and defender. 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>THE RAVEN (1963 film)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRabWtt2JxI/AAAAAAAASpo/fZemU7n_cTI/s1600/THE+RAVEN+%25281963%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRabWtt2JxI/AAAAAAAASpo/fZemU7n_cTI/s320/THE+RAVEN+%25281963%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The Raven&lt;/span&gt; (1963) is a horror film produced and directed by Roger Corman.[1] The film stars Vincent Price, Peter Lorre, and Boris Karloff as a trio of rival sorcerers. Part of a series of Edgar Allan Poe adaptations produced by Corman through American International Pictures, the film was written by Richard Matheson based on references to Poe's poem "The Raven." Nominally in the horror genre, it is more appropriately classified as a B movie horror-comedy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three decades earlier, Karloff had appeared in another film with the same title, Lew Landers' 1935 horror film The Raven with Béla Lugosi. Aside from the title, the two films bear no resemblance to one another.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A novelization of the film was written by Eunice Sudak adapted from Richard Matheson's screenplay and published by Lancer Books in paperback.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Plot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sorcerer Dr. Erasmus Craven has been mourning the death of his wife Lenore for over two years, much to the chagrin of his daughter Estelle. One night he is visited by a raven, who happens to be a transformed wizard, Dr. Bedlo. Together they brew a potion that restores Bedlo to his old self. Bedlo explains he had been transformed by the evil Dr. Scarabus in an unfair duel, and both decide to see Scarabus, Bedlo to exact revenge and Craven to look for his wife's ghost, which Bedlo reportedly saw at Scarabus' castle. After fighting off the attack of Craven's coachman, who apparently acted under the influence of Scarabus, they set out to the castle, joined by Craven's daughter Estelle and Bedlo's son Rexford.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the castle, Scarabus greets his guests with false friendship, and Bedlo is apparently killed as he conjures a storm in a last act of defiance against his nemesis. At night, Rexford finds him alive and well, hiding in the castle. Craven, meanwhile, is visited and tormented by Lenore, who is revealed to be alive and well too, having faked her death two years before to move away with Scarabus. As Craven, Estelle, Rexford and Bedlo try to escape the castle, Scarabus stops them, and they are tied and locked up. Bedlo panics and flees away in raven form, having convinced Scarabus to turn him back into bird form rather than face torture. As Craven is confronted with the choice of Estelle's torture or of him giving away the secrets of his "hand magic," Bedlo flies back in, frees Rexford, and together aid Craven.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Craven and Scarabus then seat facing each other and engage in a magic duel. After a lengthy performance of narrow escapes and derision, Craven defeats Scarabus, and escapes with his friends after rejecting Lenore, who tries to reconcile with him after alleging she had been "under a spell". The castle then tumbles down on Scarabus and his mistress, but they are shown to survive, though Scarabus has been stripped of his magic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rexford and Estelle retreat alone, while Bedlo tries to convince Craven to turn him back to human form once more. Craven tells him to shut his beak and recites the famous lines from Edgar Allan Poe's poem: "Quoth the raven - nevermore."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vincent Price as Dr. Esramus Craven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter Lorre as Dr. Adolphus Bedlo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boris Karloff as Dr. Scarabus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack Nicholson as Rexford Bedlo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hazel Court as Lenore Craven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olive Sturgess as Estelle Craven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;References&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.^ "The Raven (1963)". Internet Movie Database. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0057449/. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRabGXjaIZI/AAAAAAAASpk/JTT5fOyePBU/s1600/The-Raven.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRabGXjaIZI/AAAAAAAASpk/JTT5fOyePBU/s1600/The-Raven.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The Raven&lt;/span&gt; (1935) is a horror film starring Boris Karloff and Béla Lugosi, and directed by Lew Landers. It revolves around Edgar Allan Poe's famous poem, featuring Lugosi as a Poe-obsessed mad surgeon with a torture chamber in his basement and Karloff as a fugitive murderer desperately on the run from the police. Lugosi had the larger role, but Karloff received top billing, using only his last name.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almost three decades later, Karloff also appeared in another film with the same title, Roger Corman's 1963 comedy The Raven with Vincent Price, Peter Lorre and Jack Nicholson. Aside from the title, the two films bear no resemblance to one another.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Plot summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After pretty Jean Thatcher (Ware) has been injured in a car accident, her father, Judge Thatcher (Hinds) and beau Jerry (Matthews) implore retired surgeon Dr. Richard Vollin (Lugosi) to perform a delicate operation to restore her to health. Vollin agrees and is successful; he befriends the spirited and grateful Jean, in the process revealing his passion for all things related to Edgar Allan Poe, including his collection of torture devices inspired by Poe's works (such as a pit, pendulum with scythe, shrinking room, etc).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After Vollin reveals his growing love for Jean to her father, the Judge quickly discourages him from the affair. Angered, Vollin hatches a plan when Edmund Bateman (Karloff), a murderer on the run, comes to his home asking for a new face so he may live in anonymity. Vollin admits to not being a plastic surgeon, but says he can help Bateman, and asks him to help in exacting revenge on the Thatchers, which he refuses. Vollin performs the surgery, but instead turns Bateman into a disfigured monster, promising only to operate again on Bateman when Vollin's revenge is exacted. Bateman finally reluctantly agrees.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vollin hosts a dinner party, among which Jean, Jerry, and the Judge are guests. One by one, the guests are caught in the Poe-inspired traps. Ultimately, Bateman is shot by Vollin as he rescues Jean and Jerry, but throws Vollin in to the shrinking room where he perishes, and the guests escape.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Marketing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Universal's pressbook heavily focused on Karloff, calling him "the uncanny master of make-up," as well as the connection to Poe. "Was Edgar Allan Poe a mental derelict?" it asks. The pressbook suggests that Poe's characters were "but a reflection of himself." Universal also suggested that cinema owners write letters to local high schools and colleges, urging their teachers to suggest the film to students.[1]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Reception and reputation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too strong for 1935 tastes, with its themes of torture, disfigurement and grisly revenge, the film did not do particularly well at the box office during its initial release (much like another 1935 horror movie, MGM's Mad Love, starring Peter Lorre), and indirectly led to a temporary ban on horror films in England. With the genre no longer economically viable, horror went out of vogue. This proved a devastating development at the time for Lugosi, who found himself losing work and struggling to support his family. Universal Pictures changed hands in 1936, and the new management was less interested for the moment in the box office novelty of the macabre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside of being rivals in horror films of the time, with Lugosi resenting Karloff's spectacular success in the wake of playing the role of Frankenstein's monster, both men were united in getting the fledgling Screen Actors Guild off the ground in the mid-1930s. During the production of The Raven Lugosi encouraged four additional members of the supporting cast to sign with the guild.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boris Karloff as Edmund Bateman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Béla Lugosi as Richard Vollin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lester Matthews as Jerry Halden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irene Ware as Jean Thatcher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samuel S. Hinds as Judge Thatcher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spencer Charters as Bertram Grant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inez Courtney as Mary Burns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian Wolfe as Geoffrey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maidel Turner as Mrs. Harriet Grant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;References&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.^ Smith, Don G. The Poe Cinema: A Critical Filmography. McFarland &amp;amp; Company, 1999. p. 57-8 ISBN 0-7864-1703-X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-443993941938270144?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/443993941938270144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/raven-1935-film.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/443993941938270144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/443993941938270144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/raven-1935-film.html' title='THE RAVEN (1935 film)'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRabGXjaIZI/AAAAAAAASpk/JTT5fOyePBU/s72-c/The-Raven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-1773090325329918750</id><published>2012-01-16T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T15:00:01.050-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>THE RAVEN (1915 film)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRafWuffsSI/AAAAAAAASps/NsNbmS38O6Q/s1600/theraven1915.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRafWuffsSI/AAAAAAAASps/NsNbmS38O6Q/s320/theraven1915.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The Raven&lt;/span&gt; is a stylized silent 1915 movie biography of Edgar Allan Poe starring Henry B. Walthall as Poe. The movie was written and directed by Charles Brabin from a novel and play by George Cochran Hazelton.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Plot summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The film begins by tracing Poe's ancestral heritage before Poe himself is born. After the loss of his parents, Poe is taken in by the John and Francis Allan in Richmond, Virginia. The film then jumps ahead about 15 years to Poe's time at the University of Virginia. Due to debts from playing cards and a growing interest in wine, Poe begins to have difficulties. He hallucinates that he has killed a man in a pistol duel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poe meets Virginia and they spend a day together, riding a horse and sitting "beside the glassy pool of romance." He tells her a fairy tale, a raven perching on Poe's shoulder as he finishes the story, before they go on a walk together. Upon seeing a black slave (listed in the credits only as "Negro") being whipped, he buys the slave with an "I.O.U." for $600.00. The slave's former owner then goes to John Allan to collect the debt. Allan calls Poe a "scoundrel" for causing so many bills.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After having a drink with his "chum" Tony, Poe goes to visit Virginia. Tony follows shortly after and the two compete for Virginia's affection. Later, Virginia says she will choose the man who guesses which hand holds a wreath behind her back. Poe allows Tony to go first and, though he guesses correctly, Virginia secretly switches the wreath to the other hand so that Poe can win. Shortly after, in front of Tony and Virginia, Allan questions Poe's spending habits. Allan causes quite a scene, despite his wife's attempts to calm him. Poe is asked to leave the Allan family but Virginia offers to come along. Poe's recently-purchased slave comes along as well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poe has an alcohol-induced hallucination that recreates his poem (and the film's namesake) "The Raven". As Poe sits alone, he hears a tapping at the chamber door. The door knocker moves on its own and Poe thinks he sees the outline of a large, black bird. As Poe stumbles outside, the word "wine" appearing on a rock he braces himself against, he sees a ghost. As he reaches for another sip of wine, a human skull appears in place of the glass. Finally, a raven makes its way into the room, repeating the word "Nevermore" as Poe attempts to talk to it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poe, in Fordham, New York, is in "dire poverty" along with Virginia and her mother Maria. Virginia has a terrible coughing fit, a sign of her tuberculosis. Poe, desperate for money, unsuccessfully attempts to sell some of his work to George Rex Graham. Virginia, bothered by the cold winter weather, is kept warm by Poe's old coat from his time at West Point and from their pet black cat. She dies the next day, causing Poe great grief.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah Helen Whitman is introduced at the end of the film, assisting an elderly couple. She and Poe, however, do not cross paths.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Production&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Henry Walthall was granted the lead role as Edgar Allan Poe after previously playing the same author in D. W. Griffith's The Avenging Conscience in 1914. Because of the repeat role, he was dubbed "the image of Poe."[1]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Henry B. Walthall ... Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warda Howard ... Virginia Clemm/Helen Whitman/The Lost Lenore/A Spirit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ernest Maupain ... John Allan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eleanor Thompson ... Mrs. Allan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marian Skinner ... Mrs. Clemm (as Marion Skinner)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry Dunkinson ... Tony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grant Foreman ... George Rex Graham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hugh Thompson ... David Poe, Jr. (as Hugh E. Thompson)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peggy Meredith ... Mrs. Hopkins Poe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frank Hamilton ... David Poe, Sr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Billy Robinson ... Joseph Reed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bert Weston ... Negro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charles Harris ... Mr. Pelham (as Charles K. Harris)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;References&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.^ Smith, Don G. The Poe Cinema: A Critical Filmography. Jefferson, North Carolina: McFarland&amp;nbsp;and Company, 1999. p. 20 ISBN 078641703X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-1773090325329918750?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/1773090325329918750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/raven-1915-film.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/1773090325329918750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/1773090325329918750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/raven-1915-film.html' title='THE RAVEN (1915 film)'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRafWuffsSI/AAAAAAAASps/NsNbmS38O6Q/s72-c/theraven1915.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-983869804458307154</id><published>2012-01-15T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T15:00:06.681-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Edgar Allan Poe Reads "The Raven" - Poetry Animations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4p99rf63jCE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4p99rf63jCE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edgar Allan Poe Reads "The Raven" - Poetry Animations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-983869804458307154?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/983869804458307154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/edgar-allan-poe-reads-raven-poetry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/983869804458307154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/983869804458307154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/edgar-allan-poe-reads-raven-poetry.html' title='Edgar Allan Poe Reads &quot;The Raven&quot; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaKK_CTWCI/AAAAAAAASoc/YiuTfUuMJmw/s1600/Poe_metzengerstein_byam_shaw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaKK_CTWCI/AAAAAAAASoc/YiuTfUuMJmw/s320/Poe_metzengerstein_byam_shaw.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Metzengerstein,"&lt;/span&gt; also called "Metzengerstein: A Tale In Imitation of the German", was the first short story by American writer and poet Edgar Allan Poe to see print. It was first published in the pages of Philadelphia's Saturday Courier magazine, in January 1832. The story follows the young Frederick, the last of the Metzengerstein family who carries on a long-standing feud with the Berlifitzing family. Suspected of causing a fire that kills the Berlifitzing family patriarch, Frederick becomes intrigued with a previously-unnoticed and untamed horse. Metzengerstein is punished for his cruelty when his own home catches fire and the horse carries him into the flame.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Metzengerstein" follows many conventions of Gothic fiction and, to some, exaggerates those conventions. Because of this, critics and scholars debate if Poe intended the story to be taken seriously or as a satire of Gothic stories. Regardless, many elements introduced in "Metzengerstein" would become common in Poe's future writing, including the gloomy castle and the power of evil. Because the story follows an orphan raised in an aristocratic household, some critics suggest an autobiographical connection with its author.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The story was submitted as Poe's entry to a writing contest at the Saturday Courier. Though it did not win, the newspaper published it in January 1832. It was re-published with Poe's permission only twice during his lifetime; its subtitle was dropped for its final publication. Poe intended to include it in his collection Tales of the Folio Club or another called Phantasy Pieces, though neither collection was ever produced.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Plot summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The story takes place in Hungary, between two rival families: the Metzengersteins and the Berlifitzings. The bitter enmity between the two families is so old that no one knows how far back it dates. The narrator states that its origin appears to rely on an old prophecy: "A lofty name shall have a fearful fall when, as the rider over his horse, the mortality of Metzengerstein shall triumph over the immortality of Berlifitzing."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Young Frederick, Baron of Metzengerstein, inherits the family fortune at age 18 (though the age changes throughout its many re-publications[1]) and begins to exhibit particularly cruel behavior. "The behavior of the heir out-Heroded Herod".[2] A few days after he receives his inheritance, the stables of the rival family Berlifitzing catch fire, killing the family's patriarch, William Von Berlifitzing. It is implied that Metzengerstein himself may have been responsible for this act of arson. That day, Metzengerstein sits staring at an old tapestry depicting a Metzengerstein who kills a Berlifitzing who lies at the feet of his horse. He thinks he sees the horse move and take on "an energetic and human expression." A few minutes later, he's told that a new, remarkable "fiery-colored" horse has been found in his stables with the letters "W.V.B." branded on its forehead, "I supposed them, of course, to be the initials of William Von Berlifitzing, but all at the castle are positive in denying any knowledge of the horse."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The horse displays "ferocious and demonlike" qualities. Only the baron is brave enough to try to break the mysterious horse. Day after day, Metzengerstein rides it as if addicted, and becomes less and less interested in the affairs of his house. During a nocturnal ride, the Metzengerstein castle catches fire. The runaway horse, against the horseman's orders, jumps into the flames with its rider, killing the last of the Metzengerstein clan. The horrified onlookers see a cloud of smoke settle above the castle in the shape of "the distinct colossal figure of — a horse."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Analysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though not explicitly stated, it is implied that the horse is really Berlifitzing. The first paragraph of the story references metempsychosis, when the soul of a person is transferred to another living being.[3] Other evidence is the tapestry, the lack of a history or recognition in the horse and, certainly, the prophecy referencing the immortality of the Berlifitzings. The story can be read as an allegory, a warning that a human soul can be overtaken by the evil it has created, though Poe himself doesn't suggest such a moral.[1] Such evil can be created by a person's hatred and pride.[4]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poe imitates many traditional "Germanic" elements in this tale. The most obvious example is the gloomy old castle, typical of Gothic fiction. The story also includes typical Gothic themes, which scholar Dawn Sova refers to as, "hints at secret obsessions and sins, foreboding prophecies, family rivalry".[2] These Gothic conventions had been a staple of popular fiction in Europe and the United States for several decades by the time Poe utilized them.[5] Considering the subtitle, "A Tale in Imitation of the German", critics and scholars disagree[2] if Poe may have, in fact, intended the story as a satire or burlesque of the genre, purposely exaggerating the elements of the Gothic to be humorous.[6][7] Other evidence is that all of the other three stories Poe published in 1832 ("The Duc de l'Omelette", "A Tale of Jerusalem", and "Bon-Bon") are comic tales written, as Poe said, "intended for half banter, half satire".[8] The story also uses irony as a form of humor: Despite the family's prophecy that "the mortality of Metzengerstein shall triumph over the immortality of Berlifitzing", the opposite occurs.[9] The suggestion that "Metzengerstein" is purposefully written as a satire has been disputed, especially because of Poe's revisions throughout its many republications where he removed some of the more exaggerated material.[10]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The German or, more generally, European overtones give the story a medieval setting, though the time and place of the plot is left indistinct.[11] The atmosphere of the story combines both realistic and supernatural worlds while depicting pathological emotional states, likely influenced by the works of Ludwig Tieck and E. T. A. Hoffmann.[8] It has been called a precursor to "The Fall of the House of Usher"[11] and other later works. Among the elements Poe first uses in "Metzengerstein" which will become typical in his later works are the decaying and gloomy building with oddly-shaped rooms, the remote, secluded property, vivid colors, and underground vaults as well as themes of vengeance and the overwhelming power of evil.[8] Future works will also depict characters of extreme wealth; besides Metzengerstein, other examples are Roderick Usher, the narrator in "Ligeia" and Legrand's restored fortune in "The Gold-Bug".[12] Poe also uses teeth as a symbol for the first time in "Metzengerstein". The horse's teeth are described as "sepulchral and disgusting". Poe would later use teeth as a sign of mortality, as in lips writhing about the teeth of the mesmerized man in "The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar", the sound of grating teeth in "Hop-Frog", and the obsession over teeth in "Berenice".[13] Death by fire would later be reused in Poe's story "Hop-Frog" as another punishment.[14] Though Poe was emulating popular horror fiction of the time, "Metzengerstein" shows what made Poe's horror tales stand out: rather than focusing on blood and gore, he explored the minds of the characters to better understand them.[15]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The story has some autobiographical overtones as well, with the castle representing Moldavia, the Richmond home of Poe's foster-father John Allan.[16] The Count, in this reading, would represent John Allan, and Poe the young Metzengerstein.[17] Both Poe and Metzengerstein are orphaned at a young age.[16] Poe may have found writing the story therapeutic; in it, he destroys "John Allan", though he is also destroyed in return.[18] In focusing on the final fire scene, Poe may have been recalling the fatal Richmond Theatre fire of December 1811 which occurred three weeks after his mother, the actress Eliza Poe, had died.[8][11]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Publication history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Metzengerstein", as republished in the Southern Literary Messenger in January 1836Poe originally sent "Metzengerstein" to the Saturday Courier as his entry to a writing competition. Though he did not win, the judges apparently liked the story enough to print it a few months later in their January 14, 1832 edition.[19] It was published without Poe's name attached to it, but is the first acknowledged tale by Poe.[16] Poe likely was not paid for its initial publication.[20][21] The subtitle of "A Tale in Imitation of the German" was added when it was republished in the Southern Literary Messenger in January 1836, likely to capitalize on the popular interest in German horror.[20] It was removed for its publication as part of the collection Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque in 1840.[19]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Metzengerstein" may have also been one of 11 tales Poe would have collected as Tales of the Folio Club,[22] a tale collection Poe announced but never actually printed. The "Folio Club" would have been a fictitious literary society the author called a group of "dunderheads" out to "abolish literature".[23] At each monthly meeting, a member would present a story. The Baltimore Saturday Visiter ran an advertisement calling for subscribers at $1 apiece. A week later, however, the newspaper announced that the author had withdrawn the pieces with the expectation they would be printed in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.[24] Poe also considered publishing it in a collection of stories to be called Phantasy Pieces as "The Horse-Shade", though the edition was never printed.[25]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In its first several publications, "Metzengestein" included a line about the mother's death by consumption. The young baron says, "It is a path I have prayed to follow. I would wish all I love to perish of that gentle disease."[1] When Poe was still a child, his own mother, Eliza Poe, died, presumably of consumption.[26] His wife Virginia also had tuberculosis and died in 1847. After her death, Poe altered his personal view of fictional heroines who were sick and idealized sick women while wishing for their death. This more romantic view of death was not uncommon in writing, as in John Keats's "Ode to a Nightingale", which may have inspired Poe.[27]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Critical response&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The German nature of "Metzengerstein" and other stories in the collection Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque was mentioned in a review by Joseph C. Neal in the Pennsylvanian on December 6, 1839: "These grotesque and arabesque delineations are full of variety, now irresistibly quaint and droll, and again marked with all the deep and painful interest of the German school".[28] Rudyard Kipling was an admirer of Poe and once wrote, "My own personal debt to Poe is a heavy one." "Metzengerstein" was an inspiration to his story "The Phantom Rickshaw", where the main character is punished by the horse of someone he has murdered.[29]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Adaptations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Metzengerstein" was adapted into one component of Roger Vadim's Histoires extraordinaires in 1968. The segment starred Jane Fonda and Peter Fonda and, though it bore the title "Metzengerstein", was not based on the plot of Poe's story.[2] Romanian composer Joan Balan wrote a musical score for piano in 1934 based on the story called Das Feuerpferd.[30]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;References&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.^ Quinn, Arthur Hobson. Edgar Allan Poe: A Critical Biography. Johns Hopkins University Press, 1998: 193. ISBN 0801857309&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.^ Sova, Dawn B. Edgar Allan Poe: A to Z. New York City: Checkmark Books, 2001: 155. ISBN 081604161X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.^ Silverman, Kenneth. Edgar A. Poe: Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance. New York City: Harper Perennial, 1991: 89. ISBN 0060923318&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.^ Poe, Harry Lee. Edgar Allan Poe: An Illustrated Companion to His Tell-Tale Stories. New York: Metro Books, 2008: 53. ISBN 9781435104693&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.^ Neimeyer, Mark. "Poe and popular culture" in The Cambridge Companion to Edgar Allan Poe, Kevin J. Hayes, ed. New York: Cambridge University Press, 2002: 208. ISBN 0521797276&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.^ Bittner, William. Poe: A Biography. Boston: Little, Brown and Company, 1962: 85–86.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.^ Fisher, Benjamin Franklin. "Poe's 'Metzengerstein': Not a Hoax" in On Poe: The Best from "American Literature. Durham, NC: Duke University Press, 1993: 142. ISBN 0822313111&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.^ Meyers, Jeffrey. Edgar Allan Poe: His Life and Legacy. New York: Cooper Square Press, 1992: 64. ISBN 0-8154-1038-7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.^ Leverenz, David. "Spanking the Master: Mind-Body Crossings in Poe's Sensationalism" in The Historical Guide to Edgar Allan Poe, J. Gerald Kennedy, ed. New York: Oxford University Press, 2001: 99. ISBN 0-19-512150-3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.^ Fisher, Benjamin Franklin. "Poe's 'Metzengerstein': Not a Hoax" in On Poe: The Best from "American Literature. Durham, NC: Duke University Press, 1993: 149. ISBN 0822313111&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.^ Hutchisson, James M. Poe. Jackson: University Press of Mississippi, 2005: 38. ISBN 1-57806-721-9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.^ Hoffman, Daniel. Poe Poe Poe Poe Poe Poe Poe. Baton Rouge: Louisiana University Press, 1972: 186. ISBN 0-8071-2321-9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.^ Kennedy, J. Gerald. Poe, Death, and the Life of Writing. New Haven, CT: Yale University Press, 1987: 79. ISBN 0300037732&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.^ Hutchisson, James M. Poe. Jackson: University Press of Mississippi, 2005: 236. ISBN 1-57806-721-9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.^ Poe, Harry Lee. Edgar Allan Poe: An Illustrated Companion to His Tell-Tale Stories. New York: Metro Books, 2008: 54. ISBN 9781435104693&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.^ Silverman, Kenneth. Edgar A. Poe: Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance. New York City: Harper Perennial, 1991: 88. ISBN 0060923318&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.^ Bittner, William. Poe: A Biography. Boston: Little, Brown and Company, 1962: 85.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.^ Bittner, William. Poe: A Biography. Boston: Little, Brown and Company, 1962: 86–87.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.^ Fisher, Benjamin Franklin. "Poe's 'Metzengerstein': Not a Hoax" in On Poe: The Best from "American Literature. Durham, NC: Duke University Press, 1993: 145. ISBN 0822313111&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.^ Quinn, Arthur Hobson. Edgar Allan Poe: A Critical Biography. Johns Hopkins University Press, 1998: 192. ISBN 0801857309&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.^ Thomas, Dwight&amp;nbsp;and David K. Jackson. The Poe Log: A Documentary Life of Edgar Allan Poe, 1809–1849. Boston: G. K. Hall and Co., 1987: 125. ISBN 0816187347&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.^ Hammond, Alexander. "A Reconstruction of Poe's 1833 Tales of the Folio Club, Preliminary Notes", from Poe Studies, vol. V, no. 2, December 1972: 29.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.^ Sova, Dawn B. Edgar Allan Poe: A to Z. New York City: Checkmark Books, 2001: 88. ISBN 081604161X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.^ Silverman, Kenneth. Edgar A. Poe: Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance. Harper Perennial, 1991: 92-93. ISBN 0060923318&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.^ Quinn, Arthur Hobson. Edgar Allan Poe: A Critical Biography. Johns Hopkins University Press, 1998: 336-337. ISBN 0801857309&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26.^ Silverman, Kenneth. Edgar A. Poe: Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance. New York City: Harper Perennial, 1991: 8. ISBN 0060923318&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27.^ Meyers, Jeffrey. Edgar Allan Poe: His Life and Legacy. New York: Cooper Square Press, 1992: 206. ISBN 0-8154-1038-7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28.^ Thomas, Dwight&amp;nbsp;and David K. Jackson. The Poe Log: A Documentary Life of Edgar Allan Poe, 1809–1849. Boston: G. K. Hall&amp;nbsp;and Co., 1987: 279. ISBN 0816187347&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29.^ Meyers, Jeffrey. Edgar Allan Poe: His Life and Legacy. New York: Cooper Square Press, 1992: 291. ISBN 0-8154-1038-7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30.^ Sova, Dawn B. Edgar Allan Poe: A to Z. New York City: Checkmark Books, 2001: 19. ISBN 081604161X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-8916191074194434063?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/8916191074194434063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/metzengerstein-published-1832.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/8916191074194434063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/8916191074194434063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/metzengerstein-published-1832.html' title='&quot;Metzengerstein&quot; Published 1832'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaKK_CTWCI/AAAAAAAASoc/YiuTfUuMJmw/s72-c/Poe_metzengerstein_byam_shaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-4715293031629733976</id><published>2012-01-13T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:00:01.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><title type='text'>THE DEATH OF POE (2006 film)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaOLDOnqNI/AAAAAAAASo0/1TLlFV24GUY/s1600/The_Death_of_Poe_DVD_cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaOLDOnqNI/AAAAAAAASo0/1TLlFV24GUY/s320/The_Death_of_Poe_DVD_cover.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The Death of Poe&lt;/span&gt; is a 2006 independent film that tells the tragic story of the mysterious disappearance and death of the American author Edgar Allan Poe. The film is shot mostly in black-and-white with occasional color sequences.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Plot summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a textual montage summarizing Edgar Allan Poe's life, the film begins in late September 1849 with Poe awakening from a hallucination where he is buried alive. He prepares to take a trip to New York City via a ferry steamboat from Richmond, Virginia, to Baltimore, and from there, another ferry to New York City itself. He discusses his plans to marry his childhood sweetheart Sarah Elmira Royster with a stranger taking the same steamboat, who suggests that he meet with a few potential investors for his planned magazine The Stylus. Though Poe had intended only to pass through Baltimore, he agrees to meet the investors who, one by one, turn down his request for funding.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poe is depicted as having some type of memory loss, which is first evident when he offers to pay his boat fare twice after forgetting he had already paid. In Baltimore, he more than once forgets the arrangements he has made at his hotel as his stay in the city is extended. One night, he chooses to dine in a local tavern rather than at the hotel. There, he meets an old friend from his days at West Point. In desperation, he asks his former classmate and the classmate's companion for money to help start a magazine, saying proudly he has already raised $1,000. Poe leaves the tavern to retrieve his prospectus for the magazine. His classmate follows him and beats him up to steal the $1,000 he had collected.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An injured and delirious Poe is then found by organizers of a cooping ring. The author, along with several others, are forced to multiple polling locations around Baltimore to place multiple votes for the candidate for mayor. A couple of victims of the scam die amidst the brutality of their captors.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afterwards, Poe is released and he eventually collapses in the street and is found by a local tavern owner. The man calls for Poe's uncle Henry Herring and Dr. Joseph Snodgrass. The men discuss what to do with the incoherent, half-conscious Poe. Snodgrass assumes he is drunk and suggests they let him sleep it off - a theory the film seems to dispute by showing him early in the film declining offered alcohol several times. Herring becomes more concerned and demands Poe be taken to Washington College Hospital, despite the expense.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the hospital, Dr. John Moran tends to Poe, unable to accurately determine his situation or the cause of his failing health, or how he received his injuries. He muses to his wife, Mrs. Moran, that he does not want to be known as the physician who killed Edgar Allan Poe. Over the next three days, the bedridden Poe is kept in seclusion in a private room as Moran denies Poe visitors, including his Baltimore cousin Nielson Poe, who becomes convinced that his cousin is about to die. Poe ultimately does die after one final hallucination or perhaps a flashback where he sees his dead wife Virginia Clemm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Production&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The film was shot on location in Baltimore and Virginia, and at the studios of Redfield Arts [1]. Principal photography took place in June and July 2005.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark Redfield Edgar Allan Poe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kevin G. Shinnick Dr. John Moran &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer Rouse Mrs. Moran &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tony Tsendeas Neilson Poe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kimberly Hannold Virginia Clemm &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wayne Shipley Henry Herring &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jonathon Ruckman Joseph Walker &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George Stover Thadeus&amp;nbsp;and Zacharlah Wainwright &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.R. Lyston The Irishman &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kurt Bouschell The Proud Father &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sandra Lynn O'Brien The Talented Daughter &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chuck Richards The Stranger in Richmond &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deborah L. Murphy Maria Clemm &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dave Ellis Cornelius Ryan &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jimmyo Burril Election Gang Leader &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thomas E. Cole Caleb &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erik DeVito Horace &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pete Karas The Landlady's Son &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew Ready Griswold's Clerk &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom Brandau Rufus Griswold &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holly Huff Elmira Shelton &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T.B. Griffith Steamboat Captain &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Douglas Spence A Porter &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shawn Jones Election Gang Member &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johanna Supensky The Landlady &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Josh Metz Election Gang Member &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samuel DiBlasi Jr. Cooping Victim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richard Arnold Cooping Victim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael H. Alban Barman &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sean Paul Murphy Dr. Snodgrass &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jay Carroll Surgeon's Assistant &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rick Kelton Mr. Charles &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dick Svehla Drunk &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gary Svehla Drunk &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leo Dymowski Drunk &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlie Wittig Drunk &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barry Murphy Temperance Preacher &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mallory Herberger Nurse &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William Blewwett Doctor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George Sherry Doctor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Distribution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Death of Poe had its world premiere at the Festival of Fantastic Films in Manchester, United Kingdom on September 30, 2006. The U.S. premiere was at Baltimore's Charles Theatre on October 11, 2006.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The film was released on DVD in the United States by Alpha Video on December 5, 2006. Alpha's release also included two rare early films based on Poe's work: The Avenging Conscience (1914) (D.W. Griffiths' silent film adaptation of "The Tell-Tale Heart"), The Raven (1915), and additional bonus material.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The film was also screened at the Fargo Film Festival in Fargo, North Dakota on March 11, 2007.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Reception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;British film journalist M.J. Simpson described the film as "an impressive and imaginative piece of independent film-making, available at a ridiculously low price and thoroughly worth the time, effort and cash of anyone who has ever enjoyed reading (or watching films based on) the words of Edgar Allan Poe."[1] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DVDTOWN.com managing editor James Plath wrote that Redfield's portrayal "really does bring the character to life," however the production "doesn't have the level of acting or script sophistication to make it play in Peoria . . . or anywhere else where Poe isn't revered."[2] This sentiment was echoed by DVD Pub Review, who stated that "Mark Redfield has a lot of talent, but it seems that he tries too hard to do too much."[3] Both Plath and DVD Pub Review lauded the extensive bonus material of the DVD release.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;References&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.^ "The Death of Poe - MJSimpson.co.uk". http://www.mjsimpson.co.uk/reviews/deathofpoe.html. Retrieved 2007-03-30. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.^ "DVD review of The Death of Poe". http://www.dvdtown.com/reviews/deathofpoethe/4479. Retrieved 2007-03-30. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.^ "The DVD Pub reviews Death of Poe". http://www.joblo.com/arrow/dvd_reviews.php?id=1419. 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term='horror'/><title type='text'>Deathday: LE CORBEAU Director Henri-Georges Clouzot 1977</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaJs09OsPI/AAAAAAAASoY/pCtQ5FhPV-I/s1600/Clouzot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaJs09OsPI/AAAAAAAASoY/pCtQ5FhPV-I/s320/Clouzot.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Henri-Georges Clouzot&lt;/span&gt; (August 18, 1907 – January 12, 1977) was a French film director, screenwriter and producer. He is best remembered for his work in the thriller film genre, having directed The Wages of Fear and Les Diaboliques, which are critically recognized to be among the greatest films from the 1950s. Clouzot also directed documentary films, including The Mystery of Picasso, which was declared a national treasure by the government of France.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clouzot was an early fan of the cinema and, desiring a career as a writer, moved to Paris. He was later hired by producer Adolphe Osso to work in Berlin, writing French-language versions of German films. After being fired from German studios due to his friendship with Jewish producers, Clouzot returned to France, where he spent years bedridden after contracting tuberculosis. Upon recovering, Clouzot found work in Nazi occupied France as a screenwriter for the German-owned company Continental Films. At Continental, Clouzot wrote and directed films that were very popular in France. His second film &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Le Corbeau&lt;/span&gt; drew controversy over its harsh look at provincial France and Clouzot was fired from Continental before its release. As a result of his association with Continental, Clouzot was barred by the French government from filmmaking until 1947.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the ban was lifted, Clouzot reestablished his reputation and popularity in France during the late 1940s with successful films including Quai des Orfèvres. After the release of his comedy film Miquette et sa mère, Clouzot married Véra Gibson-Amado, who would star in his next three feature films. In the early and mid-1950s, Clouzot drew acclaim from international critics and audiences for The Wages of Fear and Diabolique. Both films would serve as source material for remakes decades later. After the release of La Vérité, Clouzot's wife Véra died of a heart attack and Clouzot's career suffered due to depression, illness and new critical views of films from the French New Wave. Clouzot's career became less active in later years, limited to a few television documentaries and two feature films in the 1960s. Clouzot wrote several unused scripts in the 1970s and died in Paris in 1977.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-2428871846779479417?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/2428871846779479417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/deathday-le-corbeau-director-henri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/2428871846779479417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/2428871846779479417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/deathday-le-corbeau-director-henri.html' title='Deathday: LE CORBEAU Director Henri-Georges Clouzot 1977'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaJs09OsPI/AAAAAAAASoY/pCtQ5FhPV-I/s72-c/Clouzot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-4871832892894616104</id><published>2012-01-12T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T12:00:02.333-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>Deathday: Mystery Author Agatha Christie 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaKzDvUQwI/AAAAAAAASog/ubrijJ7vhBA/s1600/agatha-christie-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaKzDvUQwI/AAAAAAAASog/ubrijJ7vhBA/s320/agatha-christie-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dame Agatha Christie&lt;/span&gt;, DBE, (15 September 1890 – 12 January 1976), was a British crime writer of novels, short stories and plays. She also wrote romances under the name Mary Westmacott, but she is best remembered for her 80 detective novels—especially those featuring Hercule Poirot and Miss Jane Marple—and her successful West End theatre plays.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;According to the Guinness Book of World Records, Christie is the best-selling writer of books of all time and, with William Shakespeare, the best-selling author of any kind. Only the Bible has sold more than her roughly four billion copies of novels. According to UNESCO, Christie is the most translated individual author, with only the collective corporate works of Walt Disney Productions surpassing her. Her books have been translated into at least 103 languages.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christie's stage play The Mousetrap holds the record for the longest initial run: it opened at the Ambassadors Theatre in London on 25 November 1952 and as of 2010 is still running after more than 23,000 performances. In 1955, Christie was the first recipient of the Mystery Writers of America's highest honour, the Grand Master Award, and in the same year Witness for the Prosecution was given an Edgar Award by the MWA for Best Play. Most of her books and short stories have been filmed, some many times over (Murder on the Orient Express, Death on the Nile and 4.50 From Paddington for instance), and many have been adapted for television, radio, video games and comics.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In 1968, Booker Books, a subsidiary of the agri-industrial conglomerate Booker-McConnell, bought a 51 percent stake in Agatha Christie Limited, the private company that Christie had set up for tax purposes. Booker later increased its stake to 64 percent. In 1998, Booker sold its shares to Chorion, a company whose portfolio also includes the literary estates of Enid Blyton and Dennis Wheatley.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In 2004, a 5,000-word story entitled The Incident of the Dog's Ball was found in the attic of the author's daughter. This story was the original version of the novel Dumb Witness. It was published in Britain in September 2009 in John Curran's Agatha Christie's Secret Notebooks: Fifty Years Of Mysteries, alongside another newly discovered Poirot story called The Capture of Cerberus (a story with the same title, but a different plot, to that published in The Labours Of Hercules). On November 10, 2009, Reuters announced that The Incident of the Dog's Ball will be published by The Strand Magazine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Disappearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In late 1926, Agatha's husband, Archie, revealed that he was in love with another woman, Nancy Neele, and wanted a divorce. On December 8, 1926, the couple quarreled, and Archie Christie left their house Styles in Sunningdale, Berkshire, to spend the weekend with his mistress at Godalming, Surrey. That same evening Agatha disappeared from her home, leaving behind a letter for her secretary saying that she was going to Yorkshire. Her disappearance caused an outcry from the public, many of whom were admirers of her novels. Despite a massive manhunt, she was not found for eleven days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On December 19, 1926, Agatha was identified as a guest at the Swan Hydropathic Hotel (now the Old Swan Hotel) in Harrogate, Yorkshire, where she was registered as 'Mrs Teresa Neele' from Cape Town. Agatha gave no account of her disappearance. Although two doctors had diagnosed her as suffering from psychogenic fugue, opinion remains divided as to the reasons for her disappearance. One suggestion is that she had suffered a nervous breakdown brought about by a natural propensity for depression, exacerbated by her mother's death earlier that year and the discovery of her husband's infidelity. Public reaction at the time was largely negative, with many believing it a publicity stunt while others speculated she was trying to make the police believe her husband had killed her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To honour her many literary works, she was appointed Commander of the Order of the British Empire in the 1956 New Year Honours. The next year, she became the President of the Detection Club. In the 1971 New Year Honours she was promoted Dame Commander of the Order of the British Empire, three years after her husband had been knighted for his archeological work in 1968. They were one of the few married couples where both partners were honoured in their own right. From 1968, due to her husband's knighthood, Christie could also be styled as Lady Agatha Mallowan, or simply Lady Mallowan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From 1971 to 1974, Christie's health began to fail, although she continued to write. Recently, using experimental, computerised, textual tools of analysis, Canadian researchers have suggested that Christie may have begun to suffer from Alzheimer's disease or other dementia. In 1975, sensing her increasing weakness, Christie signed over the rights of her most successful play, The Mousetrap, to her grandson.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agatha Christie died on &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;January 12, 1976&lt;/span&gt; at age 85 from natural causes at her Winterbrook House in the north of Cholsey parish, adjoining Wallingford in Oxfordshire (formerly part of Berkshire). She is buried in the nearby churchyard of St Mary's, Cholsey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christie's only child, Rosalind Margaret Hicks, died, also aged 85, on October 28, 2004 from natural causes in Torbay, Devon. Christie's grandson, Mathew Prichard, was heir to the copyright to some of his grandmother's literary work (including The Mousetrap) and is still associated with Agatha Christie Limited.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-4871832892894616104?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4871832892894616104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/deathday-mystery-author-agatha-christie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/4871832892894616104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Dashiel Hammett's THE THIN MAN Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h1h2XxnoC68" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dashiel Hammett's THE THIN MAN Series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="301" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PG3NZjRv2nM" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tWnivgcsvMs" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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term='authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Dashiell Hammett's THE MALTESE FALCON (1931)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="301" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4fYFk3AvorA" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dashiell Hammett's THE MALTESE FALCON (1931)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-4924044897792040363?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4924044897792040363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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was an American author of hard-boiled detective novels and short stories. Among the enduring characters he created are Sam Spade (The Maltese Falcon), Nick and Nora Charles (The Thin Man), and the Continental Op (Red Harvest and The Dain Curse).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In addition to the significant influence his novels and stories had on film, Hammett "is now widely regarded as one of the finest mystery writers of all time" and was called, in his obituary in The New York Times, "the dean of the... 'hard-boiled' school of detective fiction." Time magazine included Hammett's 1929 novel Red Harvest on a list of the 100 best English-language novels published between 1923 and 2005.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lifetime's heavy consumption of alcohol and cigarettes worsened Hammett's tuberculosis contracted in World War I, and then according to Hellman "jail had made a thin man thinner, a sick man sicker . . . I knew he would now always be sick." He may have meant to start a new literary life with the novel Tulip, but left it unfinished perhaps because he was "just too ill to care, too worn out to listen to plans or read contracts. The fact of breathing, just breathing, took up all the days and nights."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the years of the 1950s wore on Hellman says Hammett became "a hermit," his decline evident in the clutter of his rented "ugly little country cottage" where "[t]he signs of sickness were all around: now the phonograph was unplayed, the typewriter untouched, the beloved foolish gadgets unopened in their packages." Hammett no longer could live alone and they both knew it, so the last four years of his life he spent with Hellman. "Not all of that time was easy, and some of it very bad, " she says but, "guessing death was not too far away, I would try for something to have afterwards." January 10, 1961, Hammett died in New York City's Lenox Hill Hospital, of lung cancer, diagnosed just two months before. 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Christopher Walken Reads "The Raven"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-1253044040629505396?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/1253044040629505396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/christopher-walken-recites-raven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/1253044040629505396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/1253044040629505396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/christopher-walken-recites-raven.html' title='Christopher Walken Recites &quot;The Raven&quot;'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-6389911623052966215</id><published>2012-01-09T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T16:00:06.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><title type='text'>"The Raven" in Popular Culture: Other</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRarlTRRmmI/AAAAAAAASpw/oUDtmlDZrcM/s1600/Baltimore_Ravens_helmet.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRarlTRRmmI/AAAAAAAASpw/oUDtmlDZrcM/s320/Baltimore_Ravens_helmet.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poe lived in Baltimore for a considerable time and is buried there. Residents of the city elected to honor Poe by naming their National Football League team the &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Baltimore Ravens&lt;/span&gt; after the poem. Furthermore, the three mascots for the team are three ravens, appropriately named "Edgar," "Allan" and "Poe." For many years, pre-game introductions of the Ravens' starting lineup would be preceded by a stanza from the poem, usually one which ended with the word "Nevermore," referring to the opposing team's putative inability to score when facing the powerful Raven defense. In 2000, when the Ravens were on their way to winning their first Super Bowl primarily on the strength of that record-setting defense, Chris Berman of ESPN's NFL PrimeTime would often punctuate highlights of the team's results that day by saying, "Quoth the Ravens, Never score!". Another example is the all-haiku 2008 NFL season preview of ESPN.com columnist Gregg Easterbrook (who often calls the team the "Nevermores" in his column), which reads: "Awk! No offense. Awk! / Quoth the raven: "No offense." / Bal-a-mer Ravens".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RavenCon, an annual science fiction convention in Richmond, Virginia, was named in honor of Poe, who grew up in Richmond.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Raven is the first of three wooden roller coasters in the Holiday World theme park, which opened in 1995.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of the most popular custom scenarios for Warcraft III: The Frozen Throne, Defense of the Ancients, contains a hero called Nevermore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The original version of Epcot's Journey Into Imagination included an open book with the shadow of the Raven in the Tales of Terror sequence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaPaNuakHI/AAAAAAAASo4/QvBaziz-P_s/s1600/poemarkSM.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaPaNuakHI/AAAAAAAASo4/QvBaziz-P_s/s1600/poemarkSM.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The Raven Society&lt;/span&gt;, founded in 1904, is the University of Virginia's most prestigious honor society, combining requirements of high-level scholarship, service, leadership, and "promise of further advancement in the intellectual field." New members must supply a parody of the poem for initiation, which takes place in the room where Poe lived when studying at the University, now under the curatorship of the Society. The Society also maintains several other Poe sites, including the grave marker of his mother Eliza Poe in Richmond, Virginia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord Buckley recorded a "hipsemantic" version of "The Raven" in 1956 ("It was a real drugged midnight... dreary.").&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Computer scientist Guy L. Steele, Jr. wrote a parody entitled "The HACTRN" about a hacker haunted by a phantom process.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professional wrestler Raven (Scott Levy) takes his stage name from the title of the poem, and often quotes from the poem in interviews, ending with "...Quoth the Raven...Nevermore..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The background for Games Workshop's Warhammer 40,000 miniatures wargame gives the last word spoken by Corax, Primarch of the Raven Guard Space Marine Legion, as 'Nevermore'. Corax is the Latin species name of the common raven.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The comic strip Shoe ran a strip in which a large, strange, black bird was sitting at Roz's bar, uttering random words starting with "never-" or ending in "-more" (e.g., "Livermore!"; "Nevertheless!"), when one of the regular characters announced that the raven was bombed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The opening splash screen of the video game Eternal Darkness: Sanity's Requiem quotes: "Deep into that darkness peering, Long I stood there, Wondering... Fearing... Doubting..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The online computer game Kingdom of Loathing includes a raven familiar which can be equipped with a "tiny bust of Pallas".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People who cannot attend Centre for the Talented Youth of Ireland (CTYI) because of their age are known as 'Nevermores'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the PC Game My Sims, when the user visits their own garden either alone or with friends, there will be a tree in a large empty field close to the railway station. In a tribute to the poem the tree is dark and spooky looking and has Ravens hanging off it. The Ravens can be planted or used to produce a spooky essence to the town and much like the other contents of the Garden may be taken back to the user's own town and planted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In another PC game, Nancy Drew: Ransom of the Seven Ships, if you find pieces of paper in the bottles while sailing, they will be automatically pieced together to form a passage from "The Raven", the one just before the raven appears. Certain letters in red will tell you to go to and dive to one of the sunken ships where the sharks are, and, using the metal detector from Johnny Rolle, you will find an Easter egg. This is also a reference of the next game, Warnings at Waverly Academy, as Corine mentions that she is a Poe fan, as well as Leela having the missing Poe book, "The Black Cat and Other Stories", which includes "The Raven" and other works, as well as the pendulum challenge, a reference of "The Pit and The Pendulum, which is also in Leela's book.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the official guide to Soulcalibur 4, a quote from "The Raven" was used to describe Tira's creepy personality.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the game Fallout 3 (Add on Pack Point Lookout) when the character enters The Bank of Point Lookout and enters the vault room, the character will encounter a voice activated password system. After searching for the password, it is revealed that the password is "Nevermore" and the voice recording that contains the password says "Nevermore" in the same type of creepy voice that is often used when quoting this part of the Raven.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-6389911623052966215?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/6389911623052966215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/raven-in-popular-culture-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/6389911623052966215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/6389911623052966215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/raven-in-popular-culture-other.html' title='&quot;The Raven&quot; 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Read by 18 Youtubers'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-2859606641314476799</id><published>2012-01-08T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T16:00:04.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><title type='text'>"The Raven" - The Alan Parsons Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fSQz_LQ6Kak?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fSQz_LQ6Kak?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"The Raven" - The Alan Parsons Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-2859606641314476799?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/2859606641314476799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/raven-alan-parsons-project.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/2859606641314476799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/2859606641314476799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/raven-alan-parsons-project.html' title='&quot;The Raven&quot; - The Alan Parsons Project'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-4034730045664290374</id><published>2012-01-08T14:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T14:00:03.988-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><title type='text'>"The Raven" in Popular Culture: Music/Spoken Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaQT7n5EqI/AAAAAAAASo8/e2V06b8RfmU/s1600/Lou_Reed-The_Raven.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaQT7n5EqI/AAAAAAAASo8/e2V06b8RfmU/s320/Lou_Reed-The_Raven.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Lou Reed's 2003 album The Raven&lt;/span&gt; is based on Poe's work, including his own version of The Raven in a song by the same name.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The psychedelic band The Glass Prism released an album in 1969 entitled "Poe Through the Glass Prism," with the lyrics coming entirely from various poems by Poe. "The Raven" was the single from the album.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Alan Parsons Project album Tales of Mystery and Imagination (1976) includes a song based on "The Raven" and entitled the same, but with only two verses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A musical variation of "The Raven" was performed by the Grateful Dead during Space on April 19, 1982.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The black metal band Carpathian Forest used the first two verses of the poem for "The Eclipse / The Raven" on their EP Through Chasm, Caves and Titan Woods (1995).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The gothic metal band Tristania released a track titled "My Lost Lenore" on Widow's Weeds (1998). It is clearly inspired by this poem, but does not incorporate the poem as part of the lyrics. The entire album is in fact reminiscent of The Raven."The Ravens" is another song inspired by the poem, although its main theme is terrorism.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The German black metal band Agathodaimon quotes "The Raven" in the song "Les Posédes" on their 1999 album Higher Art of Rebellion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A song based on "The Raven" appears on the Grave Digger album The Grave Digger (2003), alongside other songs based on the work of Edgar Allan Poe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The song Kremlin Dusk, from Japanese pop star Utada Hikaru's English-language album Exodus (2004), begins "All along, I was searching for my Lenore/In the words of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe/Now I'm sober and "Nevermore"/Will the Raven come to bother me at home." It also refers to the "dying ember" line in the poem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seattle, Washington metal band Nevermore got its name from the repeated refrain in "The Raven". The band also referenced it in the title track from their 2005 album This Godless Endeavor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Dutch neoceltic pagan folk band Omnia put a slightly edited version of the poem to music as the second track on their 2007 album Alive!.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The American gothic horror band Nox Arcana released a CD entitled Shadow of the Raven in 2007. Three songs—"Midnight Dreary", "The Raven" and "Nevermore"—as well as the album's title, are direct references to the poem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The German symphonic metal band Xandria included the quote "Thus spoke the raven, 'Nevermore'" in their song Ravenheart, which is inspired by the poem as well..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Christian third-wave ska band Five Iron Frenzy quotes many of Poe's lines in "That's How The Story Ends", from The End Is Near, and alludes ironically to the mysterious and somber mood of "The Raven".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The song "Campanas en la Noche" ("Bells in the Night") by the Argentine rock band Los Tipitos, the tale of a man wishing for the return of his lover, is loosely based on the poem. This relationship is even more evident in the song's video, which features the bust of Pallas and the titular raven itself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rapper MC Lars released the track "Mr. Raven" on The Laptop EP, quoting some lines directly from the poem and modifying others (e.g. "Once upon a midnight dreary, while I kicked it weak and weary").&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The song "Run-Around" by Blues Traveler begins, "Once upon a midnight deary...", a reference to the opening of The Raven.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The extreme metal band, Cradle of Filth, has quoted the poem in their song entitled "An Enemy Led the Tempest".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Canadian artist Nash the Slash included an instrumental track called "Lost Lenore" on his vinyl album The Million Year Picnic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jean Sibelius allegedly based an early conception of his fourth symphony on "The Raven".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Devil Wears Prada used a track of a man reading a part of "The Raven" as a part of an introduction to concerts during a 2008 tour with Underoath. The piece led into the ending breakdown in the song "Goats on a Boat."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Dutch based hardstyle artist DJ Pavo released a track entitled "Raven", which quotes various lines from the poem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buddy Morrow and His Orchestra recorded an album of songs based on Poe's works. The album, "Poe for Moderns," includes a condensed, jazzy version of "The Raven."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The hip hop group CYNE included a track called "The Raven" on their 2009 album Water for Mars. The group paraphrases Poe's famous line in a few cynical lines (e.g. "Nevermore said the raven, goodbye to innocence").&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-4034730045664290374?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4034730045664290374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/raven-in-popular-culture-musicspoken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/4034730045664290374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/4034730045664290374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/raven-in-popular-culture-musicspoken.html' title='&quot;The Raven&quot; 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- The Simpsons'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-2626741383916762763</id><published>2012-01-07T14:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T14:00:03.232-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><title type='text'>"The Raven" in Popular Culture: TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRZ_Mhth4CI/AAAAAAAASn8/pORlkmVAyGc/s1600/TheSimpsonsRaven.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRZ_Mhth4CI/AAAAAAAASn8/pORlkmVAyGc/s320/TheSimpsonsRaven.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Simpsons episode "Treehouse of Horror" parodies the poem in its third segment as Lisa reads the story to Bart and Maggie. In the animated segment, Homer serves as the protagonist, Bart takes the raven's form, Marge appears in a painting as Lenore and Lisa and Maggie are angels. Bart sometimes complains as to how the poem isn't scary, and at one point, being that he plays the raven says his catchphrase "Eat my shorts" instead of "Nevermore". Homer provides the spoken dialogue for the narrator; his thoughts are voiced by James Earl Jones. Some of the poem is cut for time (the 5th line in stanza 3, stanza 5, the last 2 lines of stanza 6, the first two lines of stanza 8, stanzas 9 through 13, 15 and 16). The story culminates (after the last two lines of stanza 17 are repeated again) with Homer chasing the Bart-raven around the study before the last stanza. After the poem, Bart says he didn't think the poem was scary and Lisa suggests that people may have been more easily scared in 1845. The scene cuts to Homer, who has overheard the recitation, who is seen shaking, shivering and frightened.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night Gallery, hosted by Rod Serling, featured a brief, humorous story entitled "Quoth the Raven." It featured Poe, portrayed by Marty Allen, being constantly maligned by a talking raven (voiced by uncredited Mel Blanc) on a bust of Pallas as Poe is trying to write the original "Raven" poem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garfield and Friends parodied the poem in the form of a U.S. Acres short titled "Stark Raven Mad", in which Orson narrates, to the tune of the poem, guarding the harvest against Roy's attempts to steal it. Lenore is featured as Orson's old girlfriend, who moved away after a scuffle with Orson's brothers. This flashback prompts Orson to save Roy from his brothers when they show up to steal the vegetables themselves.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Histeria! episode "Super Writers" featured a sketch in which a Peter Lorre-esque Poe attempts to pitch his poem to Sammy Melman, who wants a brighter poem with a happy narrator and a bunny instead of a raven. This frustrates Poe to no end and eventually drives him to publish the poem independently. Later in the episode, in a sketch featuring Poe as a villain, the raven serves as his sidekick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiny Toon Adventures parodies the poem, with the character Sweetie Pie playing the role of the raven while Vincent Price does the voice-over for the narrator.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pinky, Elmyra&amp;nbsp;and the Brain episode "The Ravin!" parodies the poem, with the Brain narrating and Elmyra using a phrase repetitively.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the TV show The Addams Family, Morticia uses "The Raven" as a bed-time story to her son Pugsley, reciting it as a nursery rhyme. (Episode 1.2 "Morticia and the Psychiatrist", original air date: 25 September 1964)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 1960s sitcom The Munsters featured a cuckoo clock with a wise-cracking raven (who had named himself "Charlie") instead of a cuckoo, which would emerge and say, "Nevermore, Nevermore" - usually as a comic foil for Herman Munster.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The animated series Beetlejuice featured Poe as one of the eccentric residents of the Nietherworld. Poe mourns his "lost Lenore" (presumably the same from "The Raven") until it is revealed that she has just been staying with her mother.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In 1979, Roto-Rooter Plumbing and Drain Cleaning Service created an animated television commercial entitled "The Raving," in which the protagonist faced a blocked drain rather than a lost love. The commercial's raven recommended the drain service.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An episode of Teen Titans entitled "Nevermore" follows two of the main characters, Beast Boy and Cyborg, as they use a magical mirror to enter the mind of their friend Raven.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the Cartoon Network show My Gym Partner's a Monkey, in the episode "Gorilla of my Dreams," Principal Pixiefrog has a girlfriend named Lenore, and a raven flies into the window.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During five's late night NFL coverage, colour analyst Mike Carlson wrote and performed a complex parody of the poem to a game report involving the Baltimore Ravens.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the kids' show, Cyberchase, the episode, 'Frogsnorts', Sharry's dodo speaks in rhyme, and when trying to tell Hacker that he did not get invited to Frogsnorts, Dodo says, "Don't be sad, don't be sore, quoth the Dodo, nevermore!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the Gilmore Girls episode, "A Tale of Poes and Fire," "The Raven" is recited by two men dressed like Edgar Allan Poe for a Poe convention.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In episode 3 of season 4 of Alton Brown's Good Eats ("Fry Hard II: The Chicken") on Food Network, Brown's prologue to the episode shows him rummaging through his cookbooks ("forgotten lore") looking for chicken recipes accompanied by a voice-over of him reciting a parody of the first few stanzas of the poem, during which a plastic chicken, taking the raven's place, perched on the bust of Julia Child and repeatedly says "Fry some more".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The DuckTales character Poe De Spell is a raven who often says "nevermore".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gothic cartoon series Ruby Gloom based on the apparel franchise of the same name features three ravens named Edgar, Allan and Poe, being Poe the most prominent one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the show King Of The Hill Bill's ex-wife, who is only shown on screen once, is named Lenore, and Bill is often seen pining for her, going so far as to cry out her name in desperation and anguish over her leaving him on Christmas Eve years before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In one episode of "Bullwinkle's Corner" from The Bullwinkle Show, the poem parodied is "The Raven". The bird which comes into Bullwinkle's "chamber spooky" is a woodpecker instead of the expected raven. Bullwinkle pursues the imposter bird with a fireplace poker and ends up hitting himself on the head. The narration concludes "Now the room is round me wavin'/ feels like I've been in a cave-in/ When will next I read "The Raven"?/I can tell you...nevermore!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the 11th episode (called 'Nevermore) of television series Warehouse 13, many Poe poems feature, including The Tell-Tale Heart and, of course, 'The Raven'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the Disney series "Phineas and Ferb", a raven flies into one of the characters, Doofenshmirtz's, window and starts tapping and yelling "nevermore!" to which Doofenshmirtz replies "Oh it's just that raven again."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-2626741383916762763?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/2626741383916762763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/raven-in-popular-culture-tv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/2626741383916762763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/2626741383916762763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/raven-in-popular-culture-tv.html' title='&quot;The Raven&quot; in Popular Culture: TV'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRZ_Mhth4CI/AAAAAAAASn8/pORlkmVAyGc/s72-c/TheSimpsonsRaven.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-4592073600537477287</id><published>2012-01-06T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T17:00:00.219-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><title type='text'>Tim Burton's VINCENT - Featuring "The Raven"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n0zkFo3IkcY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n0zkFo3IkcY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Tim Burton's VINCENT - Featuring "The Raven"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-4592073600537477287?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4592073600537477287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/tim-burtons-vincent-featuring-raven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/4592073600537477287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/4592073600537477287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/tim-burtons-vincent-featuring-raven.html' title='Tim Burton&apos;s VINCENT - Featuring &quot;The Raven&quot;'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-787033572746151308</id><published>2012-01-06T14:00:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T14:00:04.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>"The Raven" in Popular Culture: Film</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaMaMLHW7I/AAAAAAAASoo/aNz0ZZGD0aQ/s1600/THE+RAVEN+%25281963%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaMaMLHW7I/AAAAAAAASoo/aNz0ZZGD0aQ/s320/THE+RAVEN+%25281963%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"The Raven"&lt;/span&gt; was recreated as a hallucination of Poe's in the 1915 silent film The Raven. A fictionalized biography, it starred Henry B. Walthall as Poe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 1935 film The Raven has Bela Lugosi as a Poe-obsessed doctor and costars Boris Karloff. The film has a interpretive dance of "The Raven."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaM4oXSp6I/AAAAAAAASow/lDniKCGu92E/s1600/The-Raven.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaM4oXSp6I/AAAAAAAASow/lDniKCGu92E/s1600/The-Raven.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In 1942, Fleischer Studios created a two-reel Technicolor cartoon based upon "The Raven" which turned the story of the poem into a lighthearted comedy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Bugs Bunny cartoon has Bugs reading a few lines from the poem, starting with the words, "While I nodded nearly napping."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In 1963, Roger Corman directed The Raven, a comedy very loosely based on the poem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaMcq1fROI/AAAAAAAASos/mgS0R5_7rGE/s1600/raven_1963_poster_03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaMcq1fROI/AAAAAAAASos/mgS0R5_7rGE/s320/raven_1963_poster_03.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the 1967 stop-motion film Mad Monster Party, Baron von Frankenstein tests his new potion on a raven, and lets it fly until it lands on a tree branch. Watching the resulting explosion, he says with a chuckle, "Quoth the raven... nevermore. Ah, I've done it -- created the means to destroy matter!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The stop-motion short film Vincent (1982), by Tim Burton, features a protagonist named Vincent Malloy, whose "favorite author is Edgar Allan Poe." As Vincent lies, seemingly dying, at the end of the film, he quotes the final couplet of "The Raven."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the 1983 film The Dead Zone, Christopher Walken (as a school teacher Johnny Smith) quotes "The Raven" to his class during a lesson.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the 1989 film Batman, Jack Nicholson (as The Joker) quotes "The Raven" to Kim Basinger's Vicky Vale when he says, "Take thy beak from out my heart."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hannes Rall directed an animated, German-language version of The Raven (Der Rabe) in 1998.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Spanish short film, with English dialogues, directed by Tinieblas González appeared in 1999.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The poem was translated to film by Trilobite Pictures and director Peter Bradley in 2003. The short film was released on DVD in 2005 by Lurker Films.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the 1994 film The Crow, Eric, the tragic main character, references "The Raven" before blowing up Gideon's pawn shop: "Suddenly, I heard a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. You heard me rapping, right?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the 1994 film The Pagemaster, when Richard Tyler is visiting the land of horror and enters Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde's mansion, a raven swoops down next to them and screeches the word, 'nevermore'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The film Nightmares from the Mind of Poe (2006) adapts "The Raven" along with three Poe short stories: "The Tell-Tale Heart," "The Cask of Amontillado" and "The Premature Burial".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The poem was referenced in the 2002 film "Finding Forrester", which starred Sean Connery. The film was discussed in the protagonist Jumal's English class.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the 2005 film The Crow: Wicked Prayer the third sequel to The Crow, during the final battle between Jimmy and Luc, Jimmy tauntingly shouts "Quoth the raven nevermore, motherfucker!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the 2010 film The Expendables, numerous references are made to ravens and, obliquely, to "The Raven." The character played by Sylvester Stallone is in the process of getting a tattoo completed which features a raven, and the sea-plane which his team travels in also features an oversize picture of a raven.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRZ-37vYGTI/AAAAAAAASn4/AHei2v_r4xU/s1600/cusack-ravenpoearm-FLBWphotofull.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRZ-37vYGTI/AAAAAAAASn4/AHei2v_r4xU/s320/cusack-ravenpoearm-FLBWphotofull.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;COMING IN 2012:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;John Cusack as Edgar Poe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-787033572746151308?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/787033572746151308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/raven-in-popular-culture-film.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/787033572746151308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/787033572746151308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/raven-in-popular-culture-film.html' title='&quot;The Raven&quot; in Popular Culture: Film'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaMaMLHW7I/AAAAAAAASoo/aNz0ZZGD0aQ/s72-c/THE+RAVEN+%25281963%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-8450219932877617727</id><published>2012-01-06T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T13:00:06.610-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>Roger Corman's THE RAVEN (1963)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="301" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Qmp4H1CT9zU" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Roger Corman's THE RAVEN (1963)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Raven (1963) is a B movie horror-comedy produced and directed by Roger Corman. The film stars Vincent Price, Peter Lorre, and Boris Karloff as a trio of rival sorcerers. Part of a series of Edgar Allan Poe adaptations produced by Corman through American International Pictures, the film was written by Richard Matheson based on references to Poe's poem "The Raven." The supporting cast includes a young Jack Nicholson. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three decades earlier, Karloff had appeared in another film with the same title, Lew Landers' 1935 horror film The Raven with Béla Lugosi. Aside from the title, the two films bear no resemblance to one another.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-8450219932877617727?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/8450219932877617727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/roger-cormans-raven-1963.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/8450219932877617727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/8450219932877617727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/roger-cormans-raven-1963.html' title='Roger Corman&apos;s THE RAVEN (1963)'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Qmp4H1CT9zU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-6804924490375989639</id><published>2012-01-05T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T15:30:01.750-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><title type='text'>"The Raven" in Popular Culture: Print</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRZ_lG-z5-I/AAAAAAAASoE/jxdntMx7FP8/s1600/The_Raven-Harrison%2526Blaine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRZ_lG-z5-I/AAAAAAAASoE/jxdntMx7FP8/s320/The_Raven-Harrison%2526Blaine.jpg" width="194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writer James Russell Lowell, a contemporary of Poe's, references "The Raven" and its author in his poem, A Fable for Critics: "Here comes Poe with his Raven, like Barnaby Rudge, / Three fifths of him genius, two fifths sheer fudge." This mention alludes to the belief that Barnaby Rudge: A Tale of the Riots of 'Eighty inspired Poe to write "The Raven."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Edmund Clerihew Bentley's Trent's Own Case (1913), Trent, standing at an open French door and reciting the fifth stanza to himself, receives an unexpected reply:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Guv'nor!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the magazine Mad issue 9 (March, 1954), "The Raven" is reprinted in full with absurd illustrations by Will Elder. Another parody appeared in a Mad collection, We're Still Using That Greasy MAD Stuff (1959). It was titled as "The Spaniel." Rather than "Nevermore," the author was bombarded with famous commercial taglines. A more recent parody in Mad by Frank Jacobs, titled "The Reagan", appeared in issue 265 (September 1986). Even more recently, the poem was used to parody horror movies, and how successful ones often have sequels made that are of low quality. The recurring line is, "Quoth Wes Craven, let's make more!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRZ_hUo33CI/AAAAAAAASoA/EoscrikqDJk/s1600/Poe-Elder-Raven-Mad-1954.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRZ_hUo33CI/AAAAAAAASoA/EoscrikqDJk/s320/Poe-Elder-Raven-Mad-1954.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the Donald Duck 10-pager "Raven Mad" by Carl Barks, published in Walt Disney's Comics and Stories #265 in 1962, Huey, Dewey and Louie play with a raven who can only say "Nevermore." As in the poem, the raven often repeats the word throughout the story.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Raven" has been the subject of constrained writing. Georges Perec's novel A Void (1969), written entirely without the letter 'E' in French and subsequently translated into English by Gilbert Adair under the same constraint, contains a full-length "translation" of "The Raven" entitled "Black Bird." It is attributed to "Arthur Gordon Pym."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mathematician Mike Keith has also referenced the poem in three examples of constrained writing: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Near a Raven" is a reworking of Poe's poem in which the length of words correspond to the first 740 digits of pi (1995)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cadaeic Cadenza, a longer work under the same constraint, begins with the full text of "Near a Raven" (1996)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Raven-Two", a poetic anagram of the original (1999)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poet C. L. Edson wrote a parody (ca. 1955) entitled Ravens of Piute Poet Poe, mocking Poe's alliteration and repetition:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Prophet," said I, "thing of evil, navel, novel, or boll weevil, You shall travel, on the level! Scratch the gravel now and travel! Leave my hovel, I implore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A raven named Quoth, who first appears in Soul Music and recurs in Hogfather as the steed of the Death of Rats, is a minor character associated with Death in Terry Pratchett's fictional Discworld universe, although on a matter of principle he doesn't "do the N word." He is currently in the employ of a Wizard; his job mainly entails sitting on a talking skull and croaking a lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Joan Aiken's novel Arabel's Raven (1972), as well as further books from the Arabel and Mortimer series, a young girl named Arabel has a pet raven named Mortimer who often says the word "Nevermore!" Aiken won an Edgar Award in 1972.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Calvin&amp;nbsp;and Hobbes collection "The Essential Calvin and Hobbes: A Calvin and Hobbes Treasury" (released September 1988) contains an original illustrated poem, "A Nauseous Nocturne," which is clearly patterned after "The Raven."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Stephen King's novel Insomnia (1994), Ralph compares an omen to the raven of the poem. The novel Black House (2001), written by King and Peter Straub, also features a talking crow reminiscent of the raven in Poe's poem. Part III of the novel is entitled "Night's Plutonian Shore."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Robin Jarvis's Tales from the Wyrd Museum trilogy (1995–1998), Woden has two raven servants named Thought and Memory. Memory is known as Quoth throughout the stories, and occasionally says "Nevermore".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the seventh book of Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events, The Vile Village (2001), a tree in the center of the village covered with crows is called the "Nevermore Tree."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neil Gaiman references "The Raven" in two of his works: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the novel American Gods (2001), the protagonist, Shadow, asks one of Odin's ravens, "Hey, Hugin or Munin, or whoever you are. Say 'Nevermore.'" The raven responds, "Fuck you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The comic book series The Sandman features a raven named Matthew, who has been transformed into a raven as an alternative to death. At one point in the series, he flaps his wings and screams, "Nevermore!", only to explain that he was "being Peter Lorre in that one Roger Corman movie".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Level Ground Press and artist Bill Fountain published an illustrated re-imagining of "The Raven" in 2005. The book incorporates raven myths and legends from around the world into the visual interpretation of the story.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bigfoot is used instead of a Raven as a parody in the 2005 novel, From Fear to Flattery by Tony Hughes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holly Black quotes the poem in her 2005 novel Valiant : A Modern Tale of Faerie, alluding to it as the source for the name of the drug called 'Nevermore'. However, this is later contradicted, when one of the characters asserts that the name comes from the limitations of its use: "Never more than once a day, never more than a pinch at a time, and never more than two days in a row."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One issue of the American Sonic the Hedgehog comic by Archie Comics featured a sorcerer by the name of Mathias Poe, an anthropomorphic Raven undoubtedly based on the poem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The fantasy novel The Eyre Affair by Jasper Fforde features a villainous character named Jack Schitt who is ultimately trapped inside a copy of "The Raven."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the book Eldest, the white raven Blagden says "And on the door was graven evermore, what now became the family lore, Let us never do but to adore," making references to The Raven with the first part of the rhyme.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the graphic novel Batman: Year One by Frank Miller, the moment when Bruce decides which method he will use to fight crime is widely regarded as a reference to the poem because of the kind of chamber he is in and the bust on which the bat lands.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G. K. Chesterton's poem "The Song Against Songs" refers to "The Raven": "The song of the Raven Never More has never been called a cheery song."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the novel Waves, by Ogan Gurel, Chapter 23 (Descartes) has a line reminiscent of "The Raven". Themes in that chapter parallel some of the ideas (death and mourning, loss of love, madness) in Poe's poem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first of the books based on the hit TV series Supernatural is called Nevermore. Poe is also very important for the rest of the book, as the murders that the main characters, Sam and Dean Winchester are investigating are reinactments of The Murders in the Rue Morgue, The Cask of Amontillado and The Tell-Tale Heart, respectively, and it all turns out to be part of a ritual to bring Poe back to life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parodied as "The Spaniel" by "Edgar, Al&amp;nbsp;and Moe" in "The 'Mad' Collection of Unknown Poetry."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-6804924490375989639?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/6804924490375989639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/raven-in-popular-culture-print.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/6804924490375989639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/6804924490375989639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/raven-in-popular-culture-print.html' title='&quot;The Raven&quot; in Popular Culture: Print'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRZ_lG-z5-I/AAAAAAAASoE/jxdntMx7FP8/s72-c/The_Raven-Harrison%2526Blaine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-9078534601173893778</id><published>2012-01-05T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T14:00:02.542-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>"The Raven" in Popular Culture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRatLCy3sdI/AAAAAAAASp0/Ey_nRn0P0vI/s1600/404px-Baltimore_Ravens_logo.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRatLCy3sdI/AAAAAAAASp0/Ey_nRn0P0vI/s320/404px-Baltimore_Ravens_logo.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The Baltimore Ravens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edgar Allan Poe's poem &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"The Raven"&lt;/span&gt; has been frequently referenced and parodied in contemporary culture. Immediately popular after the poem's publication in 1845, it quickly became a cultural phenomenon. Some consider it the best poem ever written. As such, modern references to the poem continue to appear in popular culture. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRatc7SW2CI/AAAAAAAASp4/kfHPko3COB0/s1600/bela-raven.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRatc7SW2CI/AAAAAAAASp4/kfHPko3COB0/s320/bela-raven.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Bela Lugosi in The Raven (1935)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In part due to its dual printing, "The Raven" made Edgar Allan Poe a household name almost immediately and turned Poe into a national celebrity. Readers began to identify poem with poet, earning Poe the nickname "The Raven." The poem was soon widely reprinted, imitated, and parodied. Though it made Poe popular in his day, it did not bring him significant financial success. As he later lamented, "I have made no money. I am as poor now as ever I was in my life—except in hope, which is by no means bankable."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaQtK7bAdI/AAAAAAAASpA/OA1rDQ3Kr3Y/s1600/Elizabeth-Barrett-Browning2-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaQtK7bAdI/AAAAAAAASpA/OA1rDQ3Kr3Y/s320/Elizabeth-Barrett-Browning2-1.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Elizabeth Barrett (Browning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The New World said, "Everyone reads the Poem and praises it... justly, we think, for it seems to us full of originality and power." The Pennsylvania Inquirer reprinted it with the heading "A Beautiful Poem." &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Elizabeth Barrett wrote to Poe&lt;/span&gt;, "Your 'Raven' has produced a sensation, a fit o' horror, here in England. Some of my friends are taken by the fear of it and some by the music. I hear of persons haunted by 'Nevermore'." Poe's popularity resulted in invitations to recite "The Raven" and to lecture – in public and at private social gatherings. At one literary salon, a guest noted, "to hear [Poe] repeat the Raven... is an event in one's life." It was recalled by someone who experienced it, "He would turn down the lamps till the room was almost dark, then standing in the center of the apartment he would recite... in the most melodious of voices... So marvelous was his power as a reader that the auditors would be afraid to draw breath lest the enchanted spell be broken." Parodies sprung up especially in Boston, New York, and Philadelphia and included "The Craven" by "Poh!," "The Gazelle," "The Whippoorwill," and "The Turkey." One parody, "The Pole-Cat," caught the attention of Andrew Johnston, a lawyer who sent it on to &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Abraham Lincoln&lt;/span&gt;. Though Lincoln admitted he had "several hearty laughs," he had not, at that point read "The Raven." However, Lincoln eventually read and memorized the poem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaRMWKwEOI/AAAAAAAASpE/2lNiYUf_mDo/s1600/456px-Abraham_Lincoln_head_on_shoulders_photo_portrait.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRaRMWKwEOI/AAAAAAAASpE/2lNiYUf_mDo/s320/456px-Abraham_Lincoln_head_on_shoulders_photo_portrait.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Abraham Lincoln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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1840</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRazKs2hNGI/AAAAAAAASqI/blyHxnFRAgc/s1600/poe-silence.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRazKs2hNGI/AAAAAAAASqI/blyHxnFRAgc/s320/poe-silence.jpg" width="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are some qualities–some incorporate things,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That have a double life, which thus is made&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A type of that twin entity which springs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a two-fold Silence–sea and shore-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Newly with grass o'ergrown; some solemn graces,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some human memories and tearful lore,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Render him terrorless: his name's "No More."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is the corporate Silence: dread him not!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No power hath he of evil in himself;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But should some urgent fate (untimely lot!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That haunteth the lone regions where hath trod&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No foot of man,) commend thyself to God!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Silence (Poe, 1839) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not to be confused with Poe's short story, "Silence: A Fable," "Silence-A Sonnet" was first published on January 4, 1840, in the Philadelphia Saturday Courier. After some revision, it was republished in the Broadway Journal on July 26, 1845. The poem compares the sea and the shore to the body and the soul. There is a death of the body that is silence, the speaker says, that should not be mourned. 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imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/THdXtOJ89eI/AAAAAAAARws/fStgh97TsGw/s320/image1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LE CORBEAU / THE RAVEN &lt;br /&gt;POËME PAR EDGAR POE &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRADUCTION FRANÇAISE DE STÉPHANE MALLARMÉ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AVEC ILLUSTRATIONS PAR ÉDOUARD MANET&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARIS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RICHARD LESCLIDE, ÉDITEUR, 61, RUE DE LAFAYETTE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1875 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/THdXvPobW-I/AAAAAAAARw0/-bp61aeC15A/s1600/image2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/THdXvPobW-I/AAAAAAAARw0/-bp61aeC15A/s320/image2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;LE CORBEAU / THE RAVEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As of some one gently rapping—rapping at my chamber door.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only this and nothing more."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Une fois, par un minuit lugubre, tandis que je m'appesantissais, faible et fatigué, sur maint curieux et bizarre volume de savoir oublié—tandis que je dodelinais la tête, somnolant presque: soudain se fit un heurt, comme de quelqu'un frappant doucement, frappant à la porte de ma chambre—cela seul et rien de plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nameless here for evermore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ah! distinctement je me souviens que c'était en le glacial Décembre: et chaque tison, mourant isolé, ouvrageait son spectre sur le sol. Ardemment je souhaitais le jour—vainement j'avais cherché d'emprunter à mes livres un sursis au chagrin—au chagrin de la Lénore perdue—de la rare et rayonnante jeune fille que les anges nomment Lénore:—de nom pour elle ici, non, jamais plus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This it is and nothing more."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Et de la soie l'incertain et triste bruissement en chaque rideau purpural me traversait—m'emplissait de fantastiques terreurs pas senties encore: si bien que, pour calmer le battement de mon cœur, je demeurais maintenant à répéter « C'est quelque visiteur qui sollicite l'entrée, à la porte de ma chambre—quelque visiteur qui sollicite l'entrée, à la porte de ma chambre; c'est cela et rien de plus. »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so faintly you came tapping—tapping at my chamber door,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I scarce was sure I heard you"—here I opened wide the door:—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darkness there and nothing more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Mon âme devint subitement plus forte et, n'hésitant davantage « Monsieur, dis-je, ou Madame, j'implore véritablement votre pardon; mais le fait est que je somnolais et vous vîntes si doucement frapper, et si faiblement vous vîntes heurter, heurter à la porte de ma chambre, que j'étais à peine sûr de vous avoir entendu. »—Ici j'ouvris, grande, la porte: les ténèbres et rien de plus. »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/THdXxSJRdmI/AAAAAAAARw8/OnvJvHFN_nc/s1600/image3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/THdXxSJRdmI/AAAAAAAARw8/OnvJvHFN_nc/s320/image3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merely this and nothing more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Loin dans l'ombre regardant, je me tins longtemps à douter, m'étonner et craindre, à rêver des rêves qu'aucun mortel n'avait osé rêver encore; mais le silence ne se rompit point et la quiétude ne donna de signe: et le seul mot qui se dit, fut le mot chuchoté « Lénore! » Je le chuchotai—et un écho murmura de retour le mot « Lénore! »—purement cela et rien de plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soon again I heard a tapping, somewhat louder than before,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore;—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Tis the wind and nothing more."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Rentrant dans la chambre, toute mon âme en feu, j'entendis bientôt un heurt en quelque sorte plus fort qu'auparavant. « Sûrement, dis-je, sûrement c'est quelque chose à la persienne de ma fenêtre. Voyons donc ce qu'il y a et explorons ce mystère—que mon cœur se calme un moment et explore ce mystère; c'est le vent et rien de plus. »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, with mien of lord and lady, perched above my chamber door—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perched and sat and nothing more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Au large je poussai le volet; quand, avec maints enjouement et agitation d'ailes, entra un majestueux Corbeau des saints jours de jadis. Il ne fit pas la moindre révérence, il ne s'arrêta ni n'hésita un instant: mais, avec une mine de lord ou de lady, se percha au-dessus de la porte de ma chambre—se percha sur un buste de Pallas juste au-dessus de la porte de ma chambre—se percha, siégea et rien de plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Alors cet oiseau d'ébène induisant ma triste imagination au sourire, par le grave et sévère décorum de la contenance qu'il eut: « Quoique ta crête soit chue et rase, non! dis-je, tu n'es pas pour sûr un poltron, spectral, lugubre et ancien Corbeau, errant loin du rivage de Nuit—dis-moi quel est ton nom seigneurial au rivage plutonien de Nuit. » Le Corbeau dit: « Jamais plus. »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/THdXzL-ydiI/AAAAAAAARxE/2IXu5e4zKfw/s1600/image4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/THdXzL-ydiI/AAAAAAAARxE/2IXu5e4zKfw/s320/image4.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With such a name as "Nevermore."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Je m'émerveillai fort d'entendre ce disgracieux volatile s'énoncer aussi clairement, quoique sa réponse n'eût que peu de sens et peu d'à-propos; car on ne peut s'empêcher de convenir que nul homme vivant n'eût encore l'heur de voir un oiseau au-dessus de la porte de sa chambre—un oiseau ou toute autre bête sur le buste sculpté, au-dessus de la porte de sa chambre, avec un nom tel que: « Jamais plus. »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then the bird said, "Nevermore."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Mais le Corbeau, perché solitairement sur ce buste placide, parla ce seul mot comme si, son âme, en ce seul mot, il la répandait. Je ne proférai donc rien de plus: il n'agita donc pas de plume—jusqu'à ce que je fis à peine davantage que marmotter « D'autres amis déjà ont pris leur vol—demain il me laissera comme mes Espérances déjà ont pris leur vol. » Alors l'oiseau dit: « Jamais plus. »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful Disaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till the dirges of his Hope the melancholy burden bore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of 'Never—nevermore.'"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Tressaillant au calme rompu par une réplique si bien parlée: « Sans doute dis-je, ce qu'il profère est tout son fonds et son bagage, pris à quelque malheureux maître que l'impitoyable Désastre suivit de près et de très-près suivit jusqu'à ce que ses chansons comportassent un unique refrain; jusqu'à ce que les chants funèbres de son Espérance comportassent le mélancolique refrain de « Jamais—jamais plus. »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meant in croaking "Nevermore."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Le Corbeau induisant toute ma triste âme encore au sourire, je roulai soudain un siége à coussins en face de l'oiseau et du buste et de la porte; et m'enfonçant dans le velours, je me pris à enchaîner songerie à songerie, pensant à ce que cet augural oiseau de jadis—à ce que ce sombre, disgracieux, sinistre, maigre et augural oiseau de jadis signifiait en croassant: « Jamais plus. »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She shall press, ah, nevermore!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Cela, je m'assis occupé à le conjecturer, mais n'adressant pas une syllabe à l'oiseau dont les yeux de feu brûlaient, maintenant, au fond de mon sein; cela et plus encore, je m'assis pour le deviner, ma tête reposant à l'aise sur la housse de velours des coussins que dévorait la lumière de la lampe, housse violette de velours dévoré par la lumière de la lampe qu'Elle ne pressera plus, ah! jamais plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;L'air, me sembla-t-il, devint alors plus dense, parfumé selon un encensoir invisible balancé par les Séraphins dont le pied, dans sa chute, tintait sur l'étoffe du parquet. « Misérable, m'écriai-je, ton Dieu t'a prêté—il t'a envoyé, par ces anges, le répit—le répit et le népenthès dans ta mémoire de Lénore! Bois! oh! bois ce bon népenthès et oublie cette Lénore perdue! » Le Corbeau dit: « Jamais plus! »&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/THdX0oJeHEI/AAAAAAAARxM/ZBUKUDYahfM/s1600/image5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/THdX0oJeHEI/AAAAAAAARxM/ZBUKUDYahfM/s320/image5.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;« Prophète, dis-je, être de malheur! prophète, oui, oiseau ou démon! Que si le Tentateur t'envoya ou la tempête t'échoua vers ces bords, désolé et encore tout indompté, vers cette déserte terre enchantée—vers ce logis par l'horreur hanté: dis-moi véritablement, je t'implore! y a-t-il du baume en Judée?—dis-moi, je t'implore. » Le Corbeau dit: « Jamais plus! »&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It shall clasp a saintly maiden whom the angels name Lenore—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;« Prophète, dis-je, être de malheur! prophète, oui, oiseau ou démon! Par les Cieux sur nous épars—et le Dieu que nous adorons tous deux—dis à cette âme de chagrin chargée si, dans le distant Eden, elle doit embrasser une jeune fille sanctifiée que les anges nomment Lénore—embrasser une rare et rayonnante jeune fille que les anges nomment Lénore. » Le Corbeau dit: « Jamais plus! »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;« Que ce mot soit le signal de notre séparation, oiseau ou malin esprit, » hurlai-je, en me dressant. « Recule en la tempête et le rivage plutonien de Nuit! Ne laisse pas une plume noire ici comme un gage du mensonge qu'a proféré ton âme. Laisse inviolé mon abandon! quitte le buste au-dessus de ma porte! ôte ton bec de mon cœur et jette ta forme loin de ma porte! » Le Corbeau dit: « Jamais plus! »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting—still is sitting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And his eyes have all the seeming of a Demon's that is dreaming,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shall be lifted—nevermore!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Et le Corbeau, sans voleter, siége encore—siége encore sur le buste pallide de Pallas, juste au-dessus de la porte de ma chambre, et ses yeux ont toute la semblance des yeux d'un démon qui rêve, et la lumière de la lampe, ruisselant sur lui, projette son ombre à terre: et mon âme, de cette ombre qui gît flottante à terre, ne s'élèvera—jamais plus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/THdX2Eq6KdI/AAAAAAAARxU/K6kr8p8Y81g/s1600/image6.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/THdX2Eq6KdI/AAAAAAAARxU/K6kr8p8Y81g/s320/image6.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-1252086817349970271?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/1252086817349970271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/stephane-mallarmes-translation-of-poes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/1252086817349970271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/1252086817349970271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/stephane-mallarmes-translation-of-poes.html' title='Stephane Mallarme&apos;s Translation of Poe&apos;s &quot;The Raven&quot; (English/French) with Manet Illustrations'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/THdXtOJ89eI/AAAAAAAARws/fStgh97TsGw/s72-c/image1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-7370295137361663642</id><published>2012-01-01T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:00:02.040-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><title type='text'>"The Raven" Published January 1845</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRZ-H_h2LzI/AAAAAAAASn0/ezLXjK6rlhg/s1600/image4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/TRZ-H_h2LzI/AAAAAAAASn0/ezLXjK6rlhg/s320/image4.png" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"The Raven"&lt;/span&gt; is a narrative poem by American writer Edgar Allan Poe, first published in January 1845. It is often noted for its musicality, stylized language, and supernatural atmosphere. It tells of a talking raven's mysterious visit to a distraught lover, tracing the man's slow descent into madness. The lover, often identified as being a student, is lamenting the loss of his love, Lenore. Sitting on a bust of Pallas, the raven seems to further instigate his distress with its constant repetition of the word "Nevermore." The poem makes use of a number of folk and classical references.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poe claimed to have written the poem very logically and methodically, intending to create a poem that would appeal to both critical and popular tastes, as he explained in his 1846 follow-up essay "The Philosophy of Composition." The poem was inspired in part by a talking raven in the novel Barnaby Rudge: A Tale of the Riots of 'Eighty by Charles Dickens. Poe borrows the complex rhythm and meter of Elizabeth Barrett's poem "Lady Geraldine's Courtship," and makes use of internal rhyme as well as alliteration throughout.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Raven" was first attributed to Poe in print in the New York Evening Mirror on January 29, 1845. Its publication made Poe widely popular in his lifetime, though it did not bring him much financial success. Soon reprinted, parodied, and illustrated, critical opinion is divided as to the poem's status, though it remains one of the most famous poems ever written.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-7370295137361663642?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7370295137361663642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/raven-published-january-1845.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/7370295137361663642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/7370295137361663642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2012/01/raven-published-january-1845.html' title='&quot;The Raven&quot; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ocM5g94a6A/Ttm9TVeILgI/AAAAAAAAXY4/EY7tD-oRqT0/s1600/ulaume.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ocM5g94a6A/Ttm9TVeILgI/AAAAAAAAXY4/EY7tD-oRqT0/s320/ulaume.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ulalume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The final stanza was only included in its initial publication in the American Review in December 1847. Subsequent reprints, including those authorized by the author, removed it.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The skies they were ashen and sober;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The leaves they were crisped and sere--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The leaves they were withering and sere;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was night in the lonesome October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of my most immemorial year:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the misty mid region of Weir--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here once, through an alley Titanic,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These were days when my heart was volcanic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the scoriac rivers that roll--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the lavas that restlessly roll&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the ultimate climes of the pole--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the realms of the boreal pole.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our talk had been serious and sober,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But our thoughts they were palsied and sere--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our memories were treacherous and sere,--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For we knew not the month was October,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we marked not the night of the year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Ah, night of all nights in the year!)--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We noted not the dim lake of Auber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Though once we had journeyed down here)--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now, as the night was senescent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And star-dials pointed to morn--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the star-dials hinted of morn--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the end of our path a liquescent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And nebulous lustre was born,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out of which a miraculous crescent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arose with a duplicate horn--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Astarte's bediamonded crescent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Distinct with its duplicate horn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I said: "She is warmer than Dian;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She rolls through an ether of sighs--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She revels in a region of sighs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She has seen that the tears are not dry on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These cheeks, where the worm never dies,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And has come past the stars of the Lion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To point us the path to the skies--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the Lethean peace of the skies--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come up, in despite of the Lion,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To shine on us with her bright eyes--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come up through the lair of the Lion,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With love in her luminous eyes."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But Psyche, uplifting her finger,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Said: "Sadly this star I mistrust--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her pallor I strangely mistrust:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah, hasten! -ah, let us not linger!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah, fly! -let us fly! -for we must."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In terror she spoke, letting sink her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wings until they trailed in the dust--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In agony sobbed, letting sink her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plumes till they trailed in the dust--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I replied: "This is nothing but dreaming:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let us on by this tremulous light!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let us bathe in this crystalline light!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its Sybilic splendour is beaming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With Hope and in Beauty tonight!--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See! -it flickers up the sky through the night!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And be sure it will lead us aright--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We safely may trust to a gleaming,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That cannot but guide us aright,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And tempted her out of her gloom--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And conquered her scruples and gloom;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we passed to the end of the vista,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But were stopped by the door of a tomb--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the door of a legended tomb;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I said: "What is written, sweet sister,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the door of this legended tomb?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She replied: "Ulalume -Ulalume--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then my heart it grew ashen and sober&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the leaves that were crisped and sere--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the leaves that were withering and sere;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I cried: "It was surely October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On this very night of last year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I journeyed -I journeyed down here!--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I brought a dread burden down here--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On this night of all nights in the year,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah, what demon hath tempted me here?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This misty mid region of Weir--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{Said we, then — the two, then —" Ah, can it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have been that the woodlandish ghouls —&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The pitiful, the merciful ghouls —&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To bar up our way and to ban it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the secret that lies in these wolds —&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the thing that lies hidden in these wolds —&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had drawn up the spectre of a planet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the limbo of lunary souls —&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This sinfully scintillant planet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the Hell of the planetary souls ?")&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Ulalume"&lt;/span&gt; is a poem written by Edgar Allan Poe in 1847. Much like a few of Poe's other poems (such as "The Raven," "Annabel Lee," and "Lenore"), "Ulalume" focuses on the narrator's loss of a beautiful woman due to her death. Poe originally wrote the poem as an elocution piece and, as such, the poem is known for its focus on sound. Additionally, it makes many allusions, especially to mythology, and the identity of Ulalume herself, if a real person, has been questioned.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Overview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The poem takes place on a night in the "lonesome October" with a gray sky as the leaves are withering for the autumn season. In the region of Weir, by the lake of Auber, the narrator roams with a "volcanic" heart. He has a "serious and sober" talk with his soul, though he does not realize it is October or where his roaming is leading him. He remarks on the stars as night falls, remarking on the brightest one, and wonders if it knows that the tears on his cheeks have not yet dried. His soul, however, mistrusts the star and where it is leading them. Just as the narrator calms his soul, he realizes he unconsciously has walked to the vault of his "lost Ulalume" on the very night he had buried her one year before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Analysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unlike Poe's poem "Annabel Lee", this poem presents a narrator who is not conscious of his return to the grave of his lost love.[1] This reveals the speaker's dependence on Ulalume and her love; his losing her leaves him not only sad but absolutely devastated and, by visiting her grave, he unconsciously subjects himself to further self-inflicted anguish.[2] The poem has a heavy focus on decay and deterioration: the leaves are "withering" and the narrator's thoughts are "palsied".[3] Like many of Poe's later poems, "Ulalume" has a strong sense or rhythm and musicality.[4] The verses are purposefully sonorous, built around sound to create feelings of sadness and anguish.[5] The poem employs Poe's typical theme of the "death of a beautiful woman", which he considered "the most poetical topic in the world".[6] Biographers and critics have often suggested that Poe's obsession with this theme stems from the repeated loss of women throughout his life, including his mother Eliza Poe, his wife, and his foster mother Frances Allan.[7]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The identity of Ulalume in the poem is questionable. Poe scholar and distant relative Harry Lee Poe says it is autobiographical and shows Poe's grief over the recent death of his wife Virginia.[8] Scholar Scott Peeples notes that "Ulalume" serves as a sequel to "The Raven".[9] Poetically, the name Ulalume emphasizes the letter L, a frequent device in Poe's female characters such as "Annabel Lee", "Eulalie", and "Lenore".[10] If it really stands for a deceased love, Poe's choosing to refer to Ulalume as "the thing" and "the secret" do not seem endearing terms.[11] In one possible view, Ulalume may be representative of death itself.[11]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Allusions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The "dim lake of Auber" may be a reference to composer Daniel François Esprit Auber.Much work has been done by scholars to identify all of Poe's allusions, most notably by Thomas Ollive Mabbott, though other scholars suggest that the names throughout the poem should be valued only because of their poetic sounds.[12] The title itself suggests wailing (from the Latin ululare).[13] The name may also allude to the Latin lumen, a light symbolizing sorrow.[14] The narrator personifies his soul as the ancient Greek Psyche, representing the irrational but careful part of his subconsciousness. It is Psyche who first feels concerned about where they are walking and makes the first recognition that they have reached Ulalume's vault.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bright star they see is Astarte, a goddess associated with Venus[3] and connected with fertility and sexuality. The "sinfully scintillant planet" in the original final verse is another reference to Venus.[1] Astarte may represent a sexual temptress or a vision of the ideal.[15] Mount Yaanek, with its "sulphurous currents" in the "ultimate climes of the pole", has been associated with Mount Erebus, a volcano in Antarctica first sighted in 1841,[13] although Yaanek's location is specified as being in "the realms of the boreal pole", indicating an Arctic location rather than an Antarctic one for the fictional counterpart. The Auber and Weir references in the poem may be to two contemporaries of Poe: Daniel François Esprit Auber, a composer of sad operatic tunes,[16] and Robert Walter Weir, a painter of the Hudson River School famous for his landscapes.[17]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Publication history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ulalume" as it first appeared in the "American Review" in 1847.Poe wrote the poem on the request of Reverend Cotesworth Bronson, who had asked Poe for a poem he could read at one of his lectures on public speaking. He asked Poe for something with "vocal variety and expression". Bronson decided not to use the poem Poe sent him, "Ulalume." Poe then submitted the poem to Sartain's Union Magazine, which rejected it as too dense.[18] Poe probably saw Bronson's request as a personal challenge as well as an opportunity to enhance his renown, especially after his previous poem "The Raven" had also been demonstrated for its elocution style.[19]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ulalume - A Ballad" was finally published, albeit anonymously, in the American Whig Review in December, 1847. Originally, Poe had sold his essay "The Rationale of Verse", then unpublished, to the Review's editor George Hooker Colton. Colton did not immediately print the manuscript, so Poe exchanged it for "Ulalume".[20]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was reprinted by Nathaniel Parker Willis, still anonymously, in the Home Journal with a note asking who the author was, on Poe's request, to stir up interest. Some, including Evert Augustus Duyckinck, presumed that the poem's author was Willis.[21] The initial publication had 10 stanzas. Poe's literary executor Rufus Wilmot Griswold was the first to print "Ulalume" without its final stanza, now the standard version.[22] Poe himself once recited the poem with the final stanza, but admitted it was not intelligible and that it was scarcely clear to himself.[23]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Critical response&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aldous Huxley, in his essay "Vulgarity in Literature", calls "Ulalume" "a carapace of jewelled sound", implying it lacks substance.[24] Huxley uses the poem as an example of Poe's poetry being "too poetical", equivalent to wearing a diamond ring on every finger.[25] Poet Daniel Hoffman says the reader must "surrender his own will" to the "hypnotic spell" of the poem and its "meter of mechanical precision". "Reading 'Ulalume' is like making a meal of marzipan", he says. "There may be nourishment in it but the senses are deadened by the taste, and the aftertaste gives one a pain in the stomach".[26]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The poem did, however, receive some praise. An early 20th century edition of Encyclopædia Britannica referred to noted how the sound in "Ulalume" was successful. It said the "monotonous reiterations [of] 'Ulalume' properly intoned would produce something like the same effect upon a listener knowing no word of English that it produces on us."[4] George Gilfillan remarked in the London Critic:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These, to many, will appear only words; but what wondrous words! What a spell they wield! What a weird unity is in them! The instant they are uttered, a misty picture, with a tarn, dark as a murderer's eye, below, and the thin yellow leaves of October fluttering above, exponents of a misery which scorns the name of sorrow, is hung up in the chambers of your soul forever.[27]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After Poe's death, Thomas Holley Chivers claimed "Ulalume" was plagiarized from one of his poems. Chivers made several similar unfounded accusations against Poe.[28] Even so, he said the poem was "nector mixed with ambrosia".[29] Another friend of Poe, Henry B. Hirst, suggested in the January 22, 1848, issue of the Saturday Courier that Poe had found the "leading idea" of the poem in a work by Thomas Buchanan Read.[30]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bret Harte composed a parody of the poem entitled "The Willows" featuring the narrator, in the company of a woman called Mary, running out of credit at a bar:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I said 'What is written, sweet sister,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the opposite side of the room?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She sobbed, as she answered, 'All liquors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Must be paid for ere leaving the room.[31]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;In other media&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In F. Scott Fitzgerald's debut novel This Side of Paradise, the protagonist Amory Blaine recites "Ulalume" while wandering through the countryside. Another character, Eleanor Savage, calls Blaine "the auburn-haired boy who likes 'Ulalume.'" When the two are caught in a thunderstorm, Savage volunteers to play the role of Psyche while Blaine recites the poem.[32]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In H. P. Lovecraft's novella At the Mountains of Madness, a character refers to the poem. While looking at a mountain, a character suggests "this mountain, discovered in 1840, had undoubtedly been the source of Poe's image when he wrote seven years later", followed by a few lines of "Ulalume".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roger Zelazny's 1993 novel, A Night in the Lonesome October, gets its title from this poem, though the book seems to draw little else from Poe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the Tennessee Williams play A Streetcar Named Desire the character Blanche DuBois likens the residence of her sister Stella to the "ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir", a reference to "Ulalume".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Stanley Kubrick's Lolita (1962), Humbert Humbert (James Mason) reads a fragment of the poem to Lolita (Sue Lyon).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In his history of the Union Army, This Hallowed Ground, Pulitzer Prize-winning author, Bruce Catton places the American Civil War Battle of Chickamauga as occurring in a dark and frightening place evocative of Poe's "ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The singer Jeff Buckley recorded a reading of this poem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;References&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.^&amp;nbsp;Kennedy, J. Gerald. "Poe, 'Ligeia,' and the Problem of Dying Women" collected in New Essays on Poe's Major Tales, edited by Kenneth Silverman. Cambridge University Press, 1993: 116. ISBN 0521422434&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.^ Kennedy, J. Gerald. "Poe, 'Ligeia,' and the Problem of Dying Women" collected in New Essays on Poe's Major Tales, edited by Kenneth Silverman. Cambridge University Press, 1993: 117. ISBN 0521422434&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.^&amp;nbsp;Silverman, Kenneth. Edgar A. Poe: Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance. New York: Harper Perennial, 1992: 336. ISBN 0050923318&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.^&amp;nbsp;Peeples, Scott. Edgar Allan Poe Revisited. New York: Twayne Publishers, 1998: 168. ISBN 0-8057-4572-6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.^ Jannaccone, Pasquale (translated by Peter Mitilineos). "The Aesthetics of Edgar Poe", collected in Poe Studies, vol. VII, no. 1, June 1974: 7.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.^ Poe, Edgar Allan. "The Philosophy of Composition" (1846).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.^ Weekes, Karen. "Poe's feminine ideal", collected in The Cambridge Companion to Edgar Allan Poe, edited by Kevin J. Hayes. Cambridge University Press, 2002: 149. ISBN 0521797276&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.^ Poe, Harry Lee. Edgar Allan Poe: An Illustrated Companion to His Tell-Tale Stories. New York: Metro Books, 2008: 126. ISBN 978-1-4351-0469-3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.^ Peeples, Scott. Edgar Allan Poe Revisited. New York: Twayne Publishers, 1998: 169. ISBN 0-8057-4572-6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.^ Kopley, Richard and Kevin J. Hayes "Two verse masterworks: 'The Raven' and 'Ulalume'", as collected in The Cambridge Companion to Edgar Allan Poe, edited by Kevin J. Hayes. Cambridge University Press, 2002: 200. ISBN 0521797276&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.^&amp;nbsp;Kagle, Steven E. "The Corpse Within Us", as collected in Poe and His Times: The Artist and His Milieu, Benjamin Franklin Fisher IV, ed. Baltimore: The Edgar Allan Poe Society, 1990: 110. ISBN 0961644923&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.^ Kopley, Richard and Kevin J. Hayes. "Two verse masterworks: 'The Raven' and 'Ulalume'", collected in The Cambridge Companion to Edgar Allan Poe, edited by Kevin J. Hayes. New York: Cambridge University Press, 2002: 197–198. ISBN 0521797276&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.^ Meyers, Jeffrey. Edgar Allan Poe: His Life and Legacy. New York: Cooper Square Press, 1992: 211. ISBN 0815410387&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.^ Peeples, Scott. Edgar Allan Poe Revisited. New York: Twayne Publishers, 1998: 170. ISBN 0-8057-4572-6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.^ Robinson, David. "'Ulalume' - The Ghouls and the Critics", collected in Poe Studies. Volume VIII, Number 1 (June 1975): 9.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.^ Wolosky, Shira. Poetry and Public Discourse 1820 - 1910 collected in The Cambridge History of American Literature Vol.4, ed. Sacvan Bercovitch, p. 260, Online version of the book (ret: 15 April 2008)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.^ Nelson, Randy F. The Almanac of American Letters. Los Altos, California: William Kaufmann, Inc., 1981: 185. ISBN 086576008X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.^ Silverman, Kenneth. Edgar A. Poe: Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance. New York: Harper Perennial, 1991: 335. ISBN 0060923318&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.^ Kopley, Richard and Kevin J. Hayes. "Two verse masterworks: 'The Raven' and 'Ulalume'", collected in The Cambridge Companion to Edgar Allan Poe, edited by Kevin J. Hayes. New York: Cambridge University Press, 2002: 198. ISBN 0521797276&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.^ The Essays, Sketches&amp;nbsp;and Lectures of Edgar Allan Poe, from the Poe Society online&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.^ Thomas, Dwight&amp;nbsp;and David K. Jackson. The Poe Log: A Documentary Life of Edgar Allan Poe, 1809–1849. Boston: G. K. Hall and Co., 1987: 792. ISBN 0816187347.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.^ Robinson, David. "'Ulalume' - The Ghouls and the Critics", collected in Poe Studies. Volume VIII, Number 1 (June 1975). p. 8.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.^ Quinn, Arthur Hobson. Edgar Allan Poe: A Critical Biography. Baltimore: The Johns Hopkins University Press, 1998: 630. ISBN 0801857309&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.^ Kopley, Richard and Kevin J. Hayes. "Two verse masterworks: 'The Raven' and 'Ulalume'", collected in The Cambridge Companion to Edgar Allan Poe, edited by Kevin J. Hayes. New York: Cambridge University Press, 2002: 197. ISBN 0521797276&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.^ Huxley, Aldous. "Vulgarity in Literature", collected in Poe: A Collection of Critical Essays, Robert Regan, editor. Englewood Cliffs, New Jersey: Prentice-Hall Inc., 1967: 32.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26.^ Hoffman, Daniel. Poe Poe Poe Poe Poe Poe Poe. Baton Rouge: Louisiana State University Press, 1972: 69. ISBN 0807123218&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27.^ Phillips, Mary E. Edgar Allan Poe: The Man. Volume II. Chicago: The John C. Winston Co., 1926: 1248.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28.^ Moss, Sidney P. Poe's Literary Battles: The Critic in the Context of His Milieu. Southern Illinois University Press, 1969: 101.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29.^ Chivers, Thomas Holley. Chivers' Life of Poe, edited by Richard Beale Davis. New York: E. P. Dutton and Co., Inc., 1952: 78.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30.^ Campbell, Killis. "The Origins of Poe", The Mind of Poe and Other Studies. New York: Russell and Russell, Inc., 1962: 147.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31.^ Walter Jerrold and R.M. Leonard (1913) A Century of Parody and Imitation. Oxford University Press: 344-6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32.^ Fitzgerald, F. Scott. This Side of Paradise. James L. W. West III, editor. New York: Cambridge University Press, 1995: 206–209&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-249192570317967190?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/249192570317967190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/ulalume-published-1847.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/249192570317967190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/249192570317967190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/ulalume-published-1847.html' title='&quot;Ulalume&quot; Published 1847'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ocM5g94a6A/Ttm9TVeILgI/AAAAAAAAXY4/EY7tD-oRqT0/s72-c/ulaume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-5791533901102279987</id><published>2011-12-25T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T10:30:02.552-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>"Bon-Bon" Published 1832</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nNa6Lf41fJI/Tu15-d_3aSI/AAAAAAAAXbc/GiCKusasNCA/s1600/haxan-satan-04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nNa6Lf41fJI/Tu15-d_3aSI/AAAAAAAAXbc/GiCKusasNCA/s320/haxan-satan-04.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Bon-Bon"&lt;/span&gt; is a comedic short story by Edgar Allan Poe, first published in December 1832 in the Philadelphia Saturday Courier. Originally called "The Bargain Lost," the story follows a man named Pierre Bon-Bon, who believes himself a profound philosopher, and his encounter with the devil. The humor of the story is based on the verbal interchange between the two, which satirizes classical philosophers including Plato and Aristotle. The devil reveals he has eaten the souls of many of these philosophers, intriguing Bon-Bon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The story, which received moderate praise, was originally submitted by Poe as "The Bargain Lost," and was his entry to a writing contest. Though none of the five stories he submitted won the prize, the Courier printed them all, possibly without paying Poe for them. This early version of the story has many differences from later versions, which Poe first published as "Bon-Bon" in 1835.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XXUGs4SnfP4/Tu15_OeznKI/AAAAAAAAXbk/HE1EVKpx03o/s1600/haxan-satan-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XXUGs4SnfP4/Tu15_OeznKI/AAAAAAAAXbk/HE1EVKpx03o/s320/haxan-satan-02.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Plot summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pierre Bon-Bon is a well-known French restaurant owner and chef, known both for his omelettes and for his metaphysical philosophies. The narrator describes him as profound and a man of genius, as even the man's cat knew. Bon-Bon, who has "an inclination for the bottle", is drinking on a snowy winter night around midnight when he hears a voice. He recognizes it as the devil himself, appearing in a black suit in the style of the previous century, though it was a bit too small for him. He wore green spectacles, had a stylus behind one ear, and a large black book in his breast-pocket. Bon-Bon shook his hand and offered him a seat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The two engage in conversation, Bon-Bon pressing the devil for a philosophical exchange. He hoped to "elicit some important ethical ideas" which Bon-Bon could publish and make himself famous. Bon-Bon learns that the devil has never had eyes but the devil is convinced his vision is better and "more penetrating" than Bon-Bon's. In fact, the devil reveals he can see the thoughts of others and, as he puts it, "my vision is the soul."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The two share several bottles of wine until Bon-Bon cannot speak without hiccuping. The devil explains how he eats souls and gives a long list of famous philosophers he has "eaten" as well as his assessment of how each tasted. When Bon-Bon suggests that his own soul is qualified for a stew or soufflé, Bon-Bon offers it to his visitor. The devil refusing, says he could not take advantage of the man's "disgusting and ungentlemanly" drunken state. As the devil leaves, Bon-Bon in his disappointment tries to throw a bottle at him. Before he can, however, the lamp above his head comes loose and hits him on the head, knocking him out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Themes and analysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like many of Poe's early tales, "Bon-Bon" was, as Poe wrote, "intended for half banter, half satire"[1] and explores attempts at surviving death.[2] Poe pokes fun at the pretentiousness of scholars by having his character make references to classic Greek and Latin authors, only to hear their souls have been eaten.[3] The comedy in the story is verbal, based on turns of phrase, funny euphemisms, and absurd names.[2]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The phrase "Bonbon" stems from the French word "bon," literally meaning "good," and is often used to describe sweet eatables. Poe examines the Greek tradition of the soul as Pneuma, an internal flame which converts food into a substance that passes into the blood.[4] As the narrator of "Bon-Bon" says, "I am not sure, indeed, that Bon-Bon greatly disagreed with the Chinese, who held that the soul lies in the abdomen. The Greeks at all events were right, he thought, who employed the same words for the mind and the diaphragm."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Among the devil's list of victims are the souls of Plato, Aristophanes, Catullus, Hippocrates, Quintilian[5] and "François Marie Arouet," the real name of Voltaire.[3] As Bon-Bon is offering his own soul, the devil sneezes, referring to a prior moment when the devil says that men dispel bad ideas by sneezing.[6]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Critical response&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An editorial in the Philadelphia Saturday Courier thanked Poe for submitting the stories. The writer, presumably editor Lambert A. Wilmer, said that "we have read these tales every syllable, with the greatest pleasure, and for originality, richness of imagery and purity of the style, few American authors in our opinion have produced any thing superior."[7] A reviewer in the Winchester Republication wrote that "Mr. Poe's Bon-Bon is quite a unique and racy affair." William Gwynn, editor of the Baltimore Gazette, wrote that the story "sustains the well established reputation of the author as a writer possessing a rich imaginative genius, and a free, flowing and very happy style."[8]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qbEw2iYCpcQ/Tu16Acdx8jI/AAAAAAAAXbs/wlIpFQ-ibLs/s1600/haxan-satan-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qbEw2iYCpcQ/Tu16Acdx8jI/AAAAAAAAXbs/wlIpFQ-ibLs/s320/haxan-satan-03.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Publication history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First publication under the title "Bon-Bon—A Tale," Southern Literary Messenger, August 1835Poe originally submitted "Bon-Bon" to the Philadelphia Saturday Courier under the title "The Bargain Lost" as an entry to a writing contest. Poe also submitted four other tales: "Metzengerstein," "The Duke de L'Omelette," "A Tale of Jerusalem," and "A Decided Loss."[9] Though none of his entries won the $100 prize, the editors of the Courier were impressed enough that they published all of Poe's stories over the next few months.[1] "The Bargain Lost" was published on December 1, 1831, though it is unclear if Poe was paid for its publication.[10] There were several differences between this version and later versions: originally, the main character was named Pedro Garcia, his encounter was not with the devil himself but with one of his messengers, and the story takes place in Venice rather than France.[11] Poe retitled the story "Bon-Bon—A Tale" when it was republished in the Southern Literary Messenger in August 1835.[12] It was later published as part of Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque in 1845.[13]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The original epigraph preceding the story was from William Shakespeare's As You Like It: "The heathen philosopher, when he had a mind to eat a grape, would open his lips when he put it into his mouth, meaning thereby that grapes were made to eat and lips to open." Poe's final version of the story had a longer epigraph in verse from Les Premiers Traits de l'erudition universelle (The Most Important Characteristics of Universal Wisdom) by Baron Bielfeld.[14]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Adaptations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bon-Bon" has not been adapted for the screen but a rewritten version was performed off Broadway in 1920.[11]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k68X_T257i0/Tu16BWwDdnI/AAAAAAAAXb0/hHcvsHq1h9g/s1600/haxan-satan-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k68X_T257i0/Tu16BWwDdnI/AAAAAAAAXb0/hHcvsHq1h9g/s320/haxan-satan-01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;References&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.^ Meyers, Jeffrey (1992). Edgar Allan Poe: His Life and Legacy. New York: Cooper Square Press. pp. 64. ISBN 0-8154-1038-7. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.^ Silverman, Kenneth (1991). Edgar A. Poe: Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance. New York: Harper Perennial. pp. 89. ISBN 0-06-092331-8. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.^ Quinn, Arthur Hobson (1998) [1941]. Edgar Allan Poe: A Critical Biography. Baltimore: Johns Hopkins University Press. pp. 194. ISBN 0-8018-5730-9. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.^ Jones, Ernest (1951). Essays in Applied Psychoanalysis. London: Hogarth. pp. 297. OCLC 220544756. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.^ Silverman, Kenneth (1991). Edgar A. Poe: Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance. New York: Harper Perennial. pp. 90. ISBN 0-06-092331-8. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.^ Leverenz, David (2001). "Spanking the Master: Mind-Body Crossings in Poe's Sensationalism". In J. Gerald Kennedy (ed.). A Historical Guide to Edgar Allan Poe. New York: Oxford University Press. pp. 103. ISBN 0-195-12150-3. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.^ Quinn, Arthur Hobson (1998) [1941]. Edgar Allan Poe: A Critical Biography. Baltimore: Johns Hopkins University Press. pp. 194–195. ISBN 0-8018-5730-9. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.^ Thomas, Dwight and David K. Jackson (1987). The Poe Log: A Documentary Life of Edgar Allan Poe 1809–1849. Boston: G. K. Hall. pp. 174. ISBN 0-8161-8734-7. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.^ Quinn, Arthur Hobson (1998) [1941]. Edgar Allan Poe: A Critical Biography. Baltimore: Johns Hopkins University Press. pp. 191–192. ISBN 0-8018-5730-9. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.^ Quinn, Arthur Hobson (1998) [1941]. Edgar Allan Poe: A Critical Biography. Baltimore: Johns Hopkins University Press. pp. 195. ISBN 0-8018-5730-9. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.^ Sova, Dawn B. (2001). Edgar Allan Poe: A to Z. New York: Checkmark Books. pp. 31. ISBN 0-8160-4161-X. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.^ Thomas, Dwight and David K. Jackson. The Poe Log, p. 168.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.^ Quinn, Arthur Hobson (1998) [1941]. Edgar Allan Poe: A Critical Biography. Baltimore: Johns Hopkins University Press. pp. 457. ISBN 0-8018-5730-9. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.^ Sova, Dawn B. (2001). Edgar Allan Poe: A to Z. New York: Checkmark Books. pp. 30–31. ISBN 0-8160-4161-X.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-5791533901102279987?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5791533901102279987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/bon-bon-published-1832.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/5791533901102279987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/5791533901102279987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/bon-bon-published-1832.html' title='&quot;Bon-Bon&quot; Published 1832'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nNa6Lf41fJI/Tu15-d_3aSI/AAAAAAAAXbc/GiCKusasNCA/s72-c/haxan-satan-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-7247586655969048386</id><published>2011-12-18T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T12:00:02.451-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><title type='text'>Deathday: Poet &amp; Poe Friend Thomas Holley Chivers1858</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YZ5m-aBPLBk/Tu126czz1CI/AAAAAAAAXbU/zBSDQh-kkmk/s1600/ThomasHolleyChivers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YZ5m-aBPLBk/Tu126czz1CI/AAAAAAAAXbU/zBSDQh-kkmk/s1600/ThomasHolleyChivers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Thomas Holley Chivers&lt;/span&gt; (October 18, 1809 – December 18, 1858) was an American doctor-turned-poet from the state of Georgia. He is best known for his friendship with Edgar Allan Poe and his controversial defense of the poet after his death.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Born into a wealthy Georgia family, Chivers became interested in poetry at a young age. After he and his first wife separated, he received a medical degree from Transylvania University but focused his energy on publishing rather than medicine. In addition to submitting poems to various magazines and journals, Chivers published several volumes of poetry, including The Lost Pleiad in 1845, as well as plays. Edgar Allan Poe showed an interest in the young poet and encouraged his work. Chivers spent the last few years of his life defending the reputation of Poe, who had died in 1849, though he also thought Poe had been heavily influenced by his own poetry. Chivers died in Georgia in 1858.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As a literary theorist, Chivers believed in divine inspiration. He encouraged the development of a distinctive American style of literature and especially promoted young writers. His poems were known for religious overtones with an emphasis on death and reunions with lost loved ones in the afterlife. Though he built up a mild reputation in his day, he was soon forgotten after his death.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Life and work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chivers was born on October 18, 1809,[1] at Digby Manor, his father's plantation near Washington, Georgia.[2] At age seven, he was introduced to poetry when he read William Cowper's "The Rose".[3] In 1827, Chivers married his 16-year old cousin Frances Elizabeth Chivers. The two soon separated due to alleged meddling by Frances Chivers Albert, the wife of the poet's uncle, prior to the birth of their daughter in 1828.[4] It has also been suggested their separation was due to abuse, though these rumors originated from the same uncle.[5] After this incident, Chivers compared himself to Lord Byron, whose wife had also left him.[6] Chivers went on to receive a degree in medicine in 1830 from Transylvania University in Kentucky. His thesis was titled "Intermittent and Remittent Fevers".[5]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chivers wandered throughout the West and North of the United States, publishing poetry in various places before returning to Georgia.[6] In 1832, Chivers published The Path of Sorrow, a collection of poetry based on the events of his troubled first marriage. Two years later, he published Conrad and Eudora; or, The Death of Alonzo, the first fictionalized account of the actual 1825 murder case nicknamed the "Kentucky Tragedy". The work was later renamed Leoni, The Orphan of Venice.[7] On November 21, 1834, Chivers married Harriet Hunt of Springfield, Massachusetts and the couple had four children, though all died young.[8] Chivers and his first wife never legally divorced—one such suit was dismissed in court in 1835—but Georgia law invalidated marriage after a spouse's absence of five years or more.[9] Though Chivers contributed to various newspapers and magazines, his poetry was turned down for publication by the Southern Literary Messenger in March 1835, which suggested he return to medicine and the "lancet and pill-box".[6] Though the poems were not printed, unsigned commentary on them was presented in an editorial, referring to verses submitted by "T. H. C., M. D."[10] The Lost Pleiad was self-published in New York in 1845 to initial success, though sales rapidly declined.[11] In 1837, Chivers self-published Nacoochee; or, the Beautiful Star, With Other Poems. The volume was dedicated to his mother, who died a year later.[12]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Relationship with Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chivers is best known for his association with Edgar Allan Poe and, in fact, it is through this relationship that Chivers and his work was rediscovered in the 20th century.[13] The first interaction between the two was in 1840 though they did not meet until 1845 in New York.[14] The two became friends and Chivers was willing to give Poe lifetime financial support if he moved to the South.[15] Chivers appreciated Poe's ability and wrote that George Rex Graham was seriously underpaying Poe for his work on Graham's Magazine. "He ought to give you ten thousand dollars a year... It is richly worth it... [Graham] is greatly indebted to you. It is not my opinion that you have ever been, or ever will be, paid for your intellectual labours. You need never expect it, until you establish a Magazine of your own", he wrote, referring to Poe's plans to begin The Stylus.[16] Even so, Chivers was concerned about Poe's reputation as a severe literary critic, cautioning him about "when you tomahawk people".[17] Poe, in fact, had been hoping Chivers would lend his wealth as a financial backer for The Stylus and possibly even serve as a co-editor in its early planning stages.[18] Chivers considered Poe's proposal but was not able to accept because of the death of his three-year-old daughter just over a week later.[19]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poe had written about Chivers in the second part of his "Autography" series, published in Graham's Magazine in December of 1841. Poe said:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"His productions affect one as a wild dream — strange, incongruous, full of images of more than arabesque monstrosity, and snatches of sweet unsustained song. Even his worst nonsense (and some of it is horrible) has an indefinite charm of sentiment and melody. We can never be sure that there is any meaning in his words — neither is there any meaning in many of our finest musical airs — but the effect is very similar in both. His figures of speech are metaphor run mad, and his grammar is often none at all. Yet there are as fine individual passages to be found in the poems of Dr. Chivers, as in those of any poet whatsoever."[20]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The two had corresponded through letters but finally met in June or July 1845. Chivers visited Poe when Poe was sick and bedridden and when Poe's wife Virginia was in an especially difficult period of her struggle with tuberculosis. Chivers later recalled that Poe's voice was "like the soft tones of an Aeolian Harp when the music that has been sleeping in the strings is awakened by the Breezes of Eden laden with sweet Spices from the mountains of the Lord".[21]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By September 1845, however, Chivers was lecturing Poe on the dangers of alcohol. A Prohibitionist, he said Poe was wasting his God-given talents by indulging in drink. "Why should a Man whom God, by nature, has endowed with such transcendent abilities, so degrade himself into the veriest automaton as to be moved only by the poisonous steam of Hell-fire?" he said. While Poe's wife Virginia was sick, Chivers had to carry Poe home after a night of excess.[17]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moreover, as attested to in an 1848 pamphlet titled Search After Truth, Chivers disagreed with Poe regarding aesthetics. This small booklet presents a series of dialogues between the Seer [Chivers] and Politian [Poe]. For Chivers, a poet should be a Shelleyan or Swedenborgian visionary intent on capturing mystic realms of experience in language. For Poe, the poet is merely a superior wordsmith. The wise Seer ultimately leads Politan to the truth.[22]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;After Poe's death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After Poe's death, Chivers accused Poe of plagiarizing both "The Raven" and "Ulalume" from his own work[23] though other critics suggested Chivers's Eonchs of Ruby were a "mediocre restatement" of Poe's poems.[24] The first poem of the collection, "The Vigil of Aiden", was an homage to Poe, using names like "Lenore" and the refrain "forever more!"[25] On July 30, 1854, Chivers published an essay called "Origin of Poe's Raven" under the pseudonym Fiat Justitia, claiming that he inspired Poe to use trochaic octameter and the word "nevermore" in "The Raven".[26] Chivers also suggested in the Georgia Citizen that Poe learned to write poetry from him. As literary scholar Randy Nelson wrote: "anybody who's read both Poe and Thomas Holley Chivers can see that one of them 'influenced' the other, but just who took what from whom isn't clear."[27]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even so, Chivers continued to praise and admire Poe (albeit careful to point out Poe's literary debt to him) and was one of the first to present a picture of the "real Poe" in the face of the sustained attacks on Poe's reputation by the Reverend Rufus Wilmot Griswold, the poet's literary executor. This correction took the form of a memoir now titled Chivers' Life of Poe, not published until 1952.[14] Chivers said of Griswold that he "is not only incompetent to Edit any of [Poe's] works, but totally unconscious of the duties which he and every man who sets himself up as a Literary Executor, owe the dead."[28] Chivers continued to defend Poe's reputation until the end of his life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Final years and death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From 1845 to 1850, Chivers had been living with his wife in Georgia, then spent the next five years in the North. His poetry collection Eonchs of Ruby, A Gift of Love was published in 1851 with a subtitle meant to capitalize on the gift book trend. Chivers explained the title: "The Word Eonch is the same as Concha Marina—Shell of the Sea. Eonch is used... merely for its euphony."[29] Throughout the collection, Chivers experiments with the sonic effects of words rather than their literal meaning.[30] Atlanta: or the True Blessed Island of Poesy: A Paul Epic in Three Lustra was first published in three installments in the Georgia Citizen beginning in January 1853.[31] Later that year, Memoralia; or, Philas of Amber Full of the Tears of Love was printed in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and generally received unfavorably.[32] Very shortly after, the same publisher brought out Virginalia; or, Songs of My Summer Nights, a collection made up of poems that were generally under 200 lines each, about half of which had previously been published in magazines.[33]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By 1855, Chivers and his wife had moved back to Georgia and he predicted that the slavery issue would soon force his home state to break from the United States.[34] A slaveholder himself, Chivers did not believe that slaves should be abused, though he still defended the institution against abolitionists.[35] Struck with sudden illness, Chivers wrote his will before dying on December 18, 1858, in Decatur, Georgia.[36] His last words were, "All is perfect peace with me."[37] His last published work, a drama titled The Sons of Usna, had been published earlier that year.[34] At the time of his death, Chivers had prepared several manuscripts of his literary theory with the intention of publishing them in several volumes of books and as part of a lecture series.[38] In his will, he left one dollar for his first wife and their daughter.[5]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Poetic theory and literary reputation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In his poetry, Chivers made use of legends and themes from Native American culture, particularly the Cherokee, though often with Christian overtones.[39] He was also heavily influenced by the work of François-René de Chateaubriand[40] and Emanuel Swedenborg.[41] Many of Chivers's poems included themes of death and sorrow, often using images of shrouds, coffins, angels, and reunions with lost loves in the afterlife.[21] Religious conventions at the time made discussion of death popular, as was reflected in poetry. Because of his background as a doctor, Chivers was able to graphically depict the last moments before someone's death.[5]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chivers believed in a close connection between poetry and God and that true poetry could only be written through divine inspiration. He once wrote: "Poets are the apostles of divine thought, who are clothed with an authority from the Most High, to work miracles in the minds of men".[42] He also wrote: "Poetry is the power given by God to man of manifesting... the wise relations that subsist between him and God", and it "is that crystal river of the soul which runs through all the avenues of life, and after purifying the affections of the heart, empties itself into the Sea of God".[43] In Nacoochee, the preface states: "Poetry is that crystal river of the soul which runs thorugh all the avenues of life, and after purifying the affections of the heart, empties itself into the Sea of God."[12] In his introduction to Atlanta, written in 1842 but not published until 1853, Chivers gives a lengthy discussion of his poetic theory, pre-dating many ideas Poe would suggest in "The Poetic Principle" (1850). Chivers, for example, suggests that poems should be short to be successful: "No poem of any considerable length... can be pleasing to any well-educated person for any length of time".[44] He also experimented with blank verse as early as 1832 and his 1853 collection, Virginalia, included mostly poems using blank verse.[45]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At least for a time, he considered Elizabeth Barrett Browning the best contemporary English poet.[46] Like many from his time, Chivers called for the development of a distinctive American literature and he especially encouraged young writers.[47] Poe called the 1845 poetry collection The Lost Pleiad "the honest and fervent utterance of an exquisitely sensitive heart."[21] Overall, he called Chivers "one of the best and one of the worst poets in America".[48] William Gilmore Simms offered conditional praise of Chivers's poetry as well: "He possesses a poetic ardor sufficiently fervid, and a singularly marked command of language. But he should have been caught young, and well-bitted, and subjected to the severest training... As an artist, Dr. Chivers is yet in his accidence."[6] Simms also commented that his works were too gloomy and melancholy.[11]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though Chivers built up a mild reputation during his lifetime, counting Algernon Charles Swinburne among his admirers,[36] his fame faded away quickly after his death. Other writers that acknowledged his influence included Dante Gabriel Rossetti, William Michael Rossetti, and Rudyard Kipling.[49] Others, however, were more critical. One anonymous reviewer, possibly Evert Augustus Duyckinck, joked that Chivers was formulaic and suggested the formula included 30% Percy Bysshe Shelley, 20% Poe, 20% "mild idiocy", 10% "gibbering idiocy", 10% "raving mania" and 10% "sweetness and originality".[50] Literary scholar S. Foster Damon wrote that Chivers would have had a stronger reputation if he were born in the North and "the literary coteries there would surely have pruned and preserved him... But the time and space were against him."[13]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;List of works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eonchs of Ruby (1851)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Path of Sorrow; or, the Lament of Youth (1832)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conrad and Eudora; or, the Death of Alonzo (1834)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nacoochee; or, the Beautiful Star With Other Poems (1837)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Lost Pleiad, and Other Poems (1845)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Search After Truth; or, A New Revelation of the Psycho-Physiological Nature of Man. (1848)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eonchs of Ruby: a Gift of Love (1851)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Death of the Devil, A Serio-Ludicro, Tragico-Comico, Nigero-Whiteman Extravaganza (1852)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atlanta; or, the True Blessed Island of Poesy, a Paul Epic (1853) [1]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memoralia; or, Phials of Amber Full of the Tears of Love (1853)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Virginalia; or, Songs of My Summer Nights (1853)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sons of Usna: a Tragic Apotheosis in Five Acts (1858)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Further reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bell, Landon C. Poe and Chivers.Columbus: Charles A. Trowbridge Co., 1931.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brown, Ellen Firsching. "The Genius and Tragedy of Georgia's Lost Poet". Georgia Backroads, Vol. 8 No. 3, Autumn 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damon, S. Foster. Thomas Holley Chivers, Friend of Poe. New York, 1930&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Davis, Richard Beale, editor. Chivers' Life of Poe. New York: E. P. Dutton and Co., Inc., 1952.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.^ Nelson, 47&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.^ Ehrlich, Eugene and Gorton Carruth. The Oxford Illustrated Literary Guide to the United States. New York: Oxford University Press, 1982: 260. ISBN 0195031865&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.^ Parks, 166&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.^ Watts, 113-114&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.^ Lombard, 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.^&amp;nbsp;Hubbell, 551&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.^ Whited, 404–405&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.^ Lombard, 14–15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.^ Lombard, 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.^ Lombard, 14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.^ Lombard, 46&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.^ Lombard, 38&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.^ Hubbell, 550&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.^ Lombard, 99&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.^ Kennedy, 54&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.^ Thomas&amp;nbsp;and Jackson, 465&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.^ Meyers, 140&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.^ Silverman, 189-190&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.^ Silverman, 190&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.^ Poe, Edgar Allan (December 1841). "A Chapter on Autography (Part II)". Graham's Magazine. pp. 273–286. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.^ aSilverman, 259&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.^ Chivers, Thomas Holley. Search After Truth. New York: Scholar's Facsimiles&amp;nbsp;and Reprints, 1976.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.^ Moss, 101&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.^ Lombard, 17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.^ Lombard, 62–63&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26.^ Parks, 182.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27.^ Nelson, 212&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28.^ Chivers, 70&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29.^ Lombard, 61&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30.^ Lombard, 76&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31.^ Lombard, 77&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32.^ Lombard, 85&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33.^ Lombard, 89&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34.^ Lombard, 97&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35.^ Lombard, 114&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36.^ Lombard, 18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37.^ Hubbell, 552&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38.^ Parks, 183&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39.^ Lombard, 28&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40.^ Lombard, 24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41.^ Lombard, 29&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42.^ Parks, 158&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43.^ Hubbell, 553&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44.^ Lombard, 78&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45.^ Lombard, 121&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46.^ Parks, 169&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47.^ Parks, 174&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48.^ Thomas &amp;amp; Jackson. 353&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49.^ Lombard, 132&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50.^ Moore, Rayburn S. "A New Look at Thomas Holley Chivers", The Southern Literary Journal, vol. 13, no. 1. Fall 1980: University of North Carolina Press: 131.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Sources&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chivers, Thomas Holley. Chivers' Life of Poe, Richard Beale Davis (editor). New York: E. P. Dutton&amp;nbsp;and Co., Inc., 1952.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hubbell, Jay B. The South in American Literature: 1607-1900. Durham, North Carolina: Duke University Press, 1954.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kennedy, J. Gerald. "A Brief Biography", A Historical Guide to Edgar Allan Poe New York: Oxford University Press, 2001. ISBN 0195121503&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lombard, Charles M. Thomas Holley Chivers. Boston: Twayne Publishers, 1979. ISBN 0805772588&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meyers, Jeffrey. Edgar Allan Poe: His Life and Legacy New York: Cooper Square Press, 1992. ISBN 0815410387&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moss, Sidney P. Poe's Literary Battles: The Critic in the Context of His Literary Milieu. Carbondale, Ill: Southern Illinois University Press, 1969.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nelson, Randy F. The Almanac of American Letters. Los Altos, California: William Kaufmann, Inc., 1981. ISBN 086576008X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parks, Edd Winfield. Ante-Bellum Southern Literary Critics. Athens, GA: University of Georgia Press, 1962.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silverman, Kenneth. Edgar A. Poe: Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance New York: Harper Perennial, 1991. ISBN 0060923318&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thomas, Dwight and David K. Jackson. The Poe Log: A Documentary Life of Edgar Allan Poe 1809-1849. New York: G. K. Hall&amp;nbsp;and Co., 1987. ISBN 0783814011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watts, Charles Henry. Thomas Holley Chivers; His Literary Career and His Poetry. Athens: University of Georgia Press, 1956.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whited, Stephen R. "Kentucky Tragedy", The Companion to Southern Literature: Themes, Genres, Places, People, Joseph M. Flora and Lucinda Hardwick MacKethan (editors). Baton Rouge: Louisiana State University Press, 2002. ISBN 0807126926. Accessed January 24, 2008.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-7247586655969048386?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7247586655969048386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/deathday-poet-poe-friend-thomas-holley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/7247586655969048386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/7247586655969048386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/deathday-poet-poe-friend-thomas-holley.html' title='Deathday: Poet &amp; Poe Friend Thomas Holley Chivers1858'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YZ5m-aBPLBk/Tu126czz1CI/AAAAAAAAXbU/zBSDQh-kkmk/s72-c/ThomasHolleyChivers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-8794338961274849125</id><published>2011-12-17T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T21:53:46.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><title type='text'>Deathday: Poet and Poe Historian Lizette Woodworth Reese 1935</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/S0K0z7eBMkI/AAAAAAAAJ2U/B8phqlhDDo0/s1600-h/lizette-w-reese01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lizette Woodworth Reese" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/S0K0z7eBMkI/AAAAAAAAJ2U/B8phqlhDDo0/s400/lizette-w-reese01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Lizette Woodworth Reese&lt;/span&gt; (January 9, 1856 – December 17, 1935) was an American poet. Born in the Waverly section of Baltimore, Maryland, she was a school teacher from 1873 to 1918. During the 1920s, she became a prominent literary figure, receiving critical praise and recognition, in particular from H. L. Mencken, himself from Baltimore. She has been cited as an influence on younger women poets and has been compared to Emily Dickinson.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- wiki&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Lizette Woodworth Reese&lt;/span&gt; was born and raised in Waverly, Maryland, just off the road that ran between Baltimore and York, Pennsylvania. She began her teaching career at age 17 at nearby St. John's Episcopal Church's parish school and in 1901, moved to Baltimore's Western High School, where she taught English until she retired in 1921.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johns Hopkins University professor and long-time acquaintance David M. Robinson described her this way: "With her sound-minded simplicity, [she] seemed to me like a charming child. But she had a genial humanism equal to that of the ancient Greeks… She was a lovely little lady with a staccato touch in her voice and sometimes a lively, lilting lisp. But she had a wonderful, strong, and fearless personality."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poet Amy Lowell said that Reese's poem "Tears" was "as fine a sonnet as any by Elizabeth Barrett Browning." That poem was first published in Scribner's magazine. Reese said that the check from Scribner's arrived just a few hours after her father's death, "as the crape was being hung from the door."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reese lived in her childhood home until her mother died, lived the last 20 years of her life with her sister's family, and &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;died at Church Home and Infirmary (as did Edgar Allan Poe 90 years earlier)&lt;/span&gt;. She's buried in her old neighborhood—now in the heart of Baltimore—in the graveyard next to St. John's Church.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- The Baltimore Literary Heritage Project&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/S0K0zr1hyjI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/r1CAYGqIRL4/s1600-h/lizette-w-reese02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lizette Woodworth Reese" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/S0K0zr1hyjI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/r1CAYGqIRL4/s400/lizette-w-reese02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Lizette Woodworth Reese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;1856–-1935&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;American poet, prose writer, and short story writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Introduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although relatively unknown today, Reese was a popular American poet during the late Victorian and Edwardian periods. Praised for her concise style, her emotional yet never sentimental voice, and her nostalgic subjects, Reese earned a devoted following among critics and the public throughout her life. However, with the advent of modern poetic styles and her death, Reese faded into relative obscurity. Today she is known primarily as a transitional writer, bridging the gap between the Victorian and modern poets. In addition to her poetry, Reese published three books of recollections of late nineteenth-century small town life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Biographical Information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reese was born in the small Maryland town of Waverly, then known as Huntingdon, on January 9, 1856. One of four sisters, Reese remained in the Baltimore area throughout her lifetime. After attending public schools, which Reese supplemented with a voracious appetite for classic English literature, she secured a position as a teacher at Saint John's Parish School in 1873. In June 1874, she published her first poem “The Deserted House,” in Southern Magazine. Although the poem lacked the skill of her later work, Reese established the themes and style for which she would be known: a solemn tone, the theme of eternal nature juxtaposed against the decay of society, the personification of nature, the simple and efficient use of language, and a brevity of description. During the next thirteen years Reese continued to write and publish in magazines such as the Atlantic Monthly, Harper's Monthly and Scribner's. In 1887 Reese used her own funds to publish her first collection of poems, A Branch of May. She sent copies of the work to such noted critics as Thomas Wentworth Higginson, William Dean Howells, and Edmund Clarence Stedman, who would become an influential figure in her career. Critics responded enthusiastically to her short, straightforward poetry which differed from the heavy, grandiose verse of the Victorians. Reese was able to publish her second volume of poetry with Houghton Mifflin in 1891. Upon the publication of her third collection in 1896, Reese had established herself as a noteworthy poet in America and England. After teaching in the Baltimore public schools for forty-five years while concurrently pursuing a writing career, Reese retired in 1921 and devoted more of her time to writing. Before her death in 1935 she published five more collections of poetry and wrote two works of childhood recollections. After her death a final volume of poetry, The Old House in the Country, was published in 1936.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Major Works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reese published eleven works of poetry, spanning from her first self-published collection A Branch of May in 1887 to her posthumously published The Old House in the Country in 1936. Although she acquired greater skill throughout her career and experimented somewhat with form, her work is generally uniform in style, voice, tone, and content. Reese rejected social commentary and observations on modernity and industrialization, instead focusing on aspects of nature and life which she had witnessed in her quiet rural surroundings in Waverly. She chose such subjects as death, religion, and pastoral scenes. In 1909 she published A Wayside Lute, which contained her best known and most highly regarded poem, the sonnet “Tears.” Reese primarily wrote short, rhymed, metered verse, often employing the sonnet form. She was known and admired for her concise voice and unsentimental tone which differed from the earlier Victorian poets and gave her poetry a distinctly modern air. In 1927 she published Little Henrietta, a collection of thirty-nine short poems that narrate the story of her cousin Henrietta Matilda. This work constitutes her only unrhymed poetry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Critical Reception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During her lifetime Reese enjoyed popularity from critics and the public alike, encountering little difficulty publishing her poetry. Although critics agreed that she was among the minor poets of her age, the publication of each of her volumes was met with favorable reviews. However, Reese's popularity did not sustain past her death. Although her works are still included in anthologies and scholars, have conceded her role as a transitional figure in American poetry, little new critical scholarship has been written about Reese in the second half of the twentieth century. During her lifetime such reviewers as Genevieve Taggard, Louis Untermeyer, and Carlin T. Kindilien compared Reese's writing to Emily Dickinson's poetry, although each noted that Reese failed to achieve the sharpness and skill of Dickinson. Kindilien observed, “Like Emily Dickinson, Lizette Reese turned from the American scene and wrote a personal poetry that analyzed universals, but, unlike the Amherst poet, she was not to receive the critical attention that would have made known her achievement.” Other critics have compared her writing with that of Robert Herrick and Edna St. Vincent Millay. Reviewers have praised her brevity, concision, phrasing, and restraint. Though her tone was nostalgic and her subject matter often somber, commentators have noted that through her sincerity and simplicity Reese's poetry never sounded sentimental. However, Mark Van Doren has argued that her poetry “lack[ed] original salt” and Louise Bogan has despaired the absence of intellectuality and range in Reese's work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- enotes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/S0K00F8OP4I/AAAAAAAAJ2c/Lr0dWFC8bfw/s1600-h/lizette-w-reese-poe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lizette Reese Visiting Poe's Grave" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/S0K00F8OP4I/AAAAAAAAJ2c/Lr0dWFC8bfw/s400/lizette-w-reese-poe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-8794338961274849125?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/8794338961274849125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/deathday-poet-and-poe-historian-lizette.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/8794338961274849125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/8794338961274849125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/deathday-poet-and-poe-historian-lizette.html' title='Deathday: Poet and Poe Historian Lizette Woodworth Reese 1935'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qskaSRkns8A/S0K0z7eBMkI/AAAAAAAAJ2U/B8phqlhDDo0/s72-c/lizette-w-reese01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-1247736011571344856</id><published>2011-12-13T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:00:03.337-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>"The Man of the Crowd" Published 1840</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eldjkeyDVKY/Ttm2WY43twI/AAAAAAAAXYo/N2-fyDcyc10/s1600/rackham-manofthecrowd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="167" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eldjkeyDVKY/Ttm2WY43twI/AAAAAAAAXYo/N2-fyDcyc10/s320/rackham-manofthecrowd.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"The Man of the Crowd"&lt;/span&gt; is a short story written by Edgar Allan Poe about a nameless narrator following a man through a crowded London, first published in 1840.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Plot summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The story is introduced with the epigraph, "Ce grand malheur, de ne pouvoir être seul"—a quote taken from The Characters of Man by Jean de la Bruyère. It translates to Such a great misfortune, not to be able to be alone. This same quote is used in Poe's earliest tale, "Metzengerstein."[1]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After an unnamed illness, the unnamed narrator sits in an unnamed coffee shop in London. Fascinated by the crowd outside the window, he considers how isolated people think they are, despite "the very denseness of the company around." He takes time to categorize the different types of people he sees. As evening falls, the narrator focuses on "a decrepit old man, some sixty-five or seventy years of age," whose face has a peculiar idiosyncrasy, and whose body "was short in stature, very thin, and apparently very feeble" wearing filthy, ragged clothes of a "beautiful texture." The narrator dashes out of the coffee shop to follow the man from afar. The man leads the narrator through bazaars and shops, buying nothing, and into a poorer part of the city, then back into "the heart of the mighty London." This chase lasts through the evening and into the next day. Finally, exhausted, the narrator stands in front of the man, who still does not notice him. The narrator concludes the man is "the type and genius of deep crime" due to his inscrutability and inability to leave the crowds of London.[2]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpIFyrWleoc/Ttm3HlWllhI/AAAAAAAAXYw/HQ2Bl5RHaY8/s1600/harry-clarke-man-of-the-crowd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpIFyrWleoc/Ttm3HlWllhI/AAAAAAAAXYw/HQ2Bl5RHaY8/s320/harry-clarke-man-of-the-crowd.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Analysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;According to the text of the tale, the reason for the narrator's monomaniacal obsession with the man stems from "the absolute idiosyncrasy of [the man's] expression." He is the only person walking down the street the narrator can't categorize.[2] Why the narrator is so haunted by him is not entirely clear, though it is implied that the two men are two sides of the same person, with the old man representing a secret side of the narrator,[3] though the narrator is unable to see this.[4] The old man may be wandering through the crowd in search of a lost friend or to escape the memory of a crime.[5] The possible evil nature of the man is implied by the dagger that is possibly seen under his cloak[4] - whatever crime he has committed condemns him to wander.[1] This lack of disclosure has been compared to similar vague motivations in "The Cask of Amontillado."[6] Poe purposely presents the story as a sort of mystification, inviting readers to surmise the old man's secret themselves.[4]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the beginning of the tale, the narrator surveys and categorizes the people around him in a similar way as Walt Whitman in "Song of Myself." Poe's narrator, however, lacks Whitman's celebratory spirit.[7] While viewing these people, the narrator is able to ascertain a great deal of information about them based on their appearance and by noting small details. For example, he notices that a man's ear sticks out a small amount, indicating he must be a clerk who stores his pen behind his ear. Poe would later incorporate this ability to observe small details in his character C. Auguste Dupin.[8]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The setting of London, one of the few specific details revealed in the tale, is important. By 1840, London was the largest city in the world with a population of 750,000.[9] Poe would have known London from the time he spent there as a boy with his foster family, the Allans,[1] although he may have relied on the writings of Charles Dickens for details of London's streets.[2] In this story and others, Poe associates modern cities with the growth of impersonal crime.[10]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Publication history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The story was first published simultaneously in the December 1840 issues of Atkinson's Casket and Burton's Gentleman's Magazine. The latter was the final issue of that periodical.[1] It was later included in Wiley&amp;nbsp;and Putnam's collection simply titled Tales by Edgar A. Poe.[11]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;References&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.^&amp;nbsp;Sova, Dawn B. Edgar Allan Poe: A to Z. New York City: Checkmark Books, 2001: 147. ISBN 081604161X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.^&amp;nbsp;Sweeney, Susan Elizabeth (2003). "The Magnifying Glass: Spectacular Distance in Poe's "Man of the Crowd" and Beyond". Poe Studies/Dark Romanticism 36 (1-2): 3. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.^ Sova, Dawn B. Edgar Allan Poe: A to Z. New York City: Checkmark Books, 2001: 148. ISBN 081604161X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.^&amp;nbsp;Kennedy, J. Gerald. Poe, Death, and the Life of Writing. Yale University Press, 1987: 118. ISBN 0300037732&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.^ Quinn, Arthur Hobson. Edgar Allan Poe: A Critical Biography. Baltimore: The Johns Hopkins University Press, 1998: 310. ISBN 0801857309&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.^ Hoffman, Daniel. Poe Poe Poe Poe Poe Poe Poe. Louisiana State University Press, 1972: 245. ISBN 0807123218&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.^ Person, Leland S. "Poe and Nineteenth-Century Gender Constructions," collected in A Historical Guide to Edgar Allan Poe, edited by J. Gerald Kennedy. Oxford University Press, 2001: 158. ISBN 0195121503&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.^ Stashower, Daniel. The Beautiful Cigar Girl: Mary Rogers, Edgar Allan Poe, and the Invention of Murder. New York: Dutton, 2006: 113. ISBN 052594981X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.^ Meyers, Jeffrey: Edgar Allan Poe: His Life and Legacy. New York: Cooper Square Press, 2000: 115. ISBN 0815410387&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.^ Kennedy, J. Gerald. "Introduction: Poe in Our Time" collected in A Historical Guide to Edgar Allan Poe. Oxford University Press, 2001: 9. ISBN 0195121503&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.^ Quinn, Arthur Hobson. Edgar Allan Poe: A Critical Biography. Baltimore: The Johns Hopkins University Press, 1998: 464–466. ISBN 0801857309&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-1247736011571344856?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/1247736011571344856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/man-of-crowd-published-1840.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/1247736011571344856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/1247736011571344856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/man-of-crowd-published-1840.html' title='&quot;The Man of the Crowd&quot; Published 1840'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eldjkeyDVKY/Ttm2WY43twI/AAAAAAAAXYo/N2-fyDcyc10/s72-c/rackham-manofthecrowd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-2307155462412726855</id><published>2011-12-09T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T19:02:26.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><title type='text'>"To MLS---" Published 1847</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pmNTqFLbaWc/Ttm-B9oIKnI/AAAAAAAAXZA/X2zuAkRLcIw/s1600/marie-louise-shew-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pmNTqFLbaWc/Ttm-B9oIKnI/AAAAAAAAXZA/X2zuAkRLcIw/s320/marie-louise-shew-1.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;To M. L. S——&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This poem was dedicated to Mrs. Marie Louise Shew:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of all who hail thy presence as the morning-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of all to whom thine absence is the night-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The blotting utterly from out high heaven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sacred sun- of all who, weeping, bless thee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hourly for hope- for life- ah! above all,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the resurrection of deep-buried faith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Truth- in Virtue- in Humanity-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of all who, on Despair's unhallowed bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lying down to die, have suddenly arisen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At thy soft-murmured words, "Let there be light!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the soft-murmured words that were fulfilled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the seraphic glancing of thine eyes-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of all who owe thee most- whose gratitude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nearest resembles worship- oh, remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The truest- the most fervently devoted,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And think that these weak lines are written by him-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By him who, as he pens them, thrills to think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His spirit is communing with an angel's.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eGtFPRFOQWk/Ttm-DFYxFoI/AAAAAAAAXZI/AT5Qk0IqjT4/s1600/marie-louise-shew-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eGtFPRFOQWk/Ttm-DFYxFoI/AAAAAAAAXZI/AT5Qk0IqjT4/s1600/marie-louise-shew-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;To M. L. S—— (1847)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poe wrote this poem to Marie Louise Shew, who helped Poe's wife Virginia as she was dying. The original manuscript was sent directly to her, dated February 14, 1847. A revised version was printed in Home Journal's March 13, 1847, issue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-2307155462412726855?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/2307155462412726855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/to-mls-published-1847.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/2307155462412726855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/2307155462412726855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/to-mls-published-1847.html' title='&quot;To MLS---&quot; Published 1847'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pmNTqFLbaWc/Ttm-B9oIKnI/AAAAAAAAXZA/X2zuAkRLcIw/s72-c/marie-louise-shew-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-6854151875374340209</id><published>2011-12-08T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T16:39:37.703-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><title type='text'>Deathday: Poe's Mother Elizabeth Arnold Poe 1811</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dUTH3Utg6lc/TtnCKSp2FyI/AAAAAAAAXZQ/JzHwm-7j-t8/s1600/Eliza_Poe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dUTH3Utg6lc/TtnCKSp2FyI/AAAAAAAAXZQ/JzHwm-7j-t8/s320/Eliza_Poe.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Elizabeth Arnold Hopkins Poe&lt;/span&gt; (1787 – December 8, 1811) was an English-born American actress and the mother of the American author Edgar Allan Poe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Life and career&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eliza Arnold was born to Henry and Elizabeth Arnold in London in the spring of 1787.[1] Her mother was a stage actress in London from 1791 to 1795. Henry died in 1789 and, in November 1795, only mother and daughter sailed from England to the United States, arriving in Boston, Massachusetts on January 3, 1796.[1]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eliza debuted on the Boston stage at the age of nine, only three months after her arrival in the United States.[2] She played a character named Biddy Blair in a farce called Miss in Her Teens by David Garrick and was praised in the Portland Herald:[1] "Miss Arnold, in Miss Biddy, exceeded all praise.. Although a miss of only nine years old, her powers as an Actress will do credit to any of her sex of maturer age".[2] Later that year, Elizabeth married a musician named Charles Tubbs, a man who had sailed with the Arnolds from England. The small family joined with a manager named Mr. Edgar to form a theater troupe called the Charleston Comedians. Elizabeth, Eliza's mother, died sometime while this troupe was traveling through North Carolina.[3] Little is known about her death but she disappears from theatrical records in 1798 and it is presumed she died shortly after.[2]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After her mother's death, Eliza stayed with the theater troupe. She followed the tradition at the time for actors to travel from city to city to perform for as long as several months before moving on. The actors, theaters, and audiences had a wide range of sophistication. One of the most impressive venues at which Eliza performed was the Chestnut Street Theater near Independence Hall in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, which seated two thousand.[3] Over the course of her career, Eliza played some 300 parts, as well as choral and dancing roles, including William Shakespeare characters Juliet Capulet and Ophelia.[2]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the summer of 1802, at the age of fifteen, Eliza married Charles Hopkins.[2] Hopkins died three years later in October 1805, possibly due to yellow fever, leaving Eliza an eighteen-year old widow.[4] The Baltimore-born David Poe, Jr. saw Eliza performing in Norfolk, Virginia and decided to join her acting troupe, abandoning his family's plans for him to study law.[5] Poe married Eliza only six months after Hopkins's death in 1806.[6]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The couple traveled throughout New England and the rest of the northeast, playing in various towns such as Richmond, Philadelphia, and at an outdoor summer theater in New York City before finally settling in Boston. They stayed in Boston for three consecutive seasons of thirty weeks each in a theater that fit an audience of about one thousand.[4] Reviews at the time often remarked on Eliza's "interesting figure" and "sweetly melodious voice".[5] Though times were difficult, the couple had two sons; William Henry Leonard was born in January 1807 (nine months after their wedding)[6] and Edgar was born on January 19, 1809, at a boarding-house near Boston Common, close from where their troupe was performing.[7] Eliza performed until 10 days before Edgar's birth and may have named her second son after the Mr. Edgar who led the Charleston Comedians.[8]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The family relocated to New York in the summer of 1809. Eliza had often been praised for her acting ability while David's performances were routinely criticized harshly, possibly due to his own stage fright.[4] David, hot-headed and an alcoholic,[6] abandoned the stage and his family about six weeks after moving to New York.[9] Though David's fate is unknown, there is some evidence to suggest he died in Norfolk on December 11, 1811.[10] In his absence, Eliza gave birth to a third child, a daughter she called Rosalie, in December 1810. Rosalie was later described as "backward" and she may have been mentally retarded. Eliza continued traveling as she performed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In 1811, while staying at a boarding house in Richmond, Virginia for a performance, Eliza began spitting blood.[11] Her performances became less frequent until October 1811 when she stopped appearing altogether.[12] Her last performance was on October 11, 1811, as Countess Wintersen in a play called The Stranger.[13]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends and fellow actors Mr. and Mrs. Luke Usher (the name may have inspired Poe's tale "The Fall of the House of Usher"[14]) took care of the children during Eliza's illness and many in the Richmond area took an interest in her health. On November 29 of that year, the Richmond Theater announced a benefit performance on her behalf. A local publication, the Enquirer, reported her need for help: "On this night, Mrs. Poe, lingering on the bed of disease and surrounded by her children, asks your assistance and asks it perhaps for the last time".[10]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eliza finally died on Sunday morning, December 8, 1811, at the age of twenty-four[12] surrounded by her children.[7] It is generally assumed that Eliza Poe died of tuberculosis.[1][15] She is buried at St. John's Episcopal Church in Richmond. Though her actual burying place is unknown, a memorial marks the general area.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After her death, her three children were split up. William Henry Leonard Poe lived with his paternal grandparents in Baltimore, Edgar Poe was taken in by John and Frances Allan in Richmond, and Rosalie Poe was adopted by William and Jane Scott Mackenzie in Richmond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Influence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though he was young when she died, Edgar Poe was heavily impacted by Eliza Poe's death and many of his works reflect her influence. His first published work "Metzengerstein" features a fire burning down a large home, possibly reflecting the fire that destroyed the Richmond Theatre, where she had performed. The fire occurred in December 1811, only three weeks after her death.[16] The early loss of his mother and other women, including his wife Virginia, may also have inspired Edgar Poe's often-used literary theme of dying women.[17] This theme is readily present in works like "The Raven".[18]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.^ Sova, 192 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.^ Meyers, 2 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.^ Silverman, 2 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.^ Silverman, 3 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.^ Stashower, 34 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.^ Meyers, 3 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.^ Stashower, 35 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.^ Silverman, 5–6 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.^ Silverman, 7 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.^ Meyers, 6 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.^ Hoffman, Daniel. Poe Poe Poe Poe Poe Poe Poe. Baton Rouge: Louisiana State University Press, 1972: 25. ISBN 0807123218 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.^ Silverman, 8 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.^ Thomas, Dwight and David K. Jackson. The Poe Log: A Documentary Life of Edgar Allan Poe 1809-1849. New York: G. K. Hall&amp;nbsp;and Co., 1987: 12. ISBN 0783814011 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.^ Allen, Hervey. Israfel: The Life and Times of Edgar Allan Poe. New York: Farrar &amp;amp; Rinehart, Inc., 1934: 683. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.^ Stashower, 7 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.^ Hutchisson, James M. Poe. Jackson: University Press of Mississippi, 2005: 38. ISBN 1-57806-721-9 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.^ Weekes, Karen. "Poe's feminine ideal", collected in The Cambridge Companion to Edgar Allan Poe, edited by Kevin J. Hayes. Cambridge University Press, 2002: 149. ISBN 0521797276 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.^ Kopley, Richard and Kevin J. Hayes. "Two verse masterworks: 'The Raven' and 'Ulalume'", collected in The Cambridge Companion to Edgar Allan Poe, edited by Kevin J. Hayes. New York: Cambridge University Press, 2002: 194. ISBN 0521797276&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Sources&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meyers, Jeffrey. Edgar Allan Poe: His Life and Legacy. New York City: Cooper Square Press, 1992. ISBN 0-8154-1038-7. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silverman, Kenneth. Edgar A. Poe: Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance. New York City: Harper Perennial, 1991. ISBN 0-06-092331-8. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sova, Dawn B. Edgar Allan Poe: A to Z. New York: Checkmark Books, 2001. ISBN 0-8160-4161-X. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stashower, Daniel. The Beautiful Cigar Girl: Mary Rogers, Edgar Allan Poe, and the Invention of Murder. New York: Dutton, 2006. ISBN 0-525-94981-X.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Further reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smith, Geddeth. The Brief Career of Eliza Poe. Fairleigh Dickinson University Press: April 1988.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-6854151875374340209?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/6854151875374340209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/deathday-poes-mother-elizabeth-arnold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/6854151875374340209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/6854151875374340209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/deathday-poes-mother-elizabeth-arnold.html' title='Deathday: Poe&apos;s Mother Elizabeth Arnold Poe 1811'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dUTH3Utg6lc/TtnCKSp2FyI/AAAAAAAAXZQ/JzHwm-7j-t8/s72-c/Eliza_Poe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-4399998628899953399</id><published>2011-12-05T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T15:00:00.819-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>Luke Jacobs' "The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="301" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JZLS2A-C0CY" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke Jacobs' &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="301" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MLersUVvHD0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="301" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ikzR_xN07BE" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-4399998628899953399?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4399998628899953399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/luke-jacobs-facts-in-case-of-m-valdemar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/4399998628899953399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/4399998628899953399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/luke-jacobs-facts-in-case-of-m-valdemar.html' title='Luke Jacobs&apos; &quot;The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar&quot;'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JZLS2A-C0CY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-2798657612774189232</id><published>2011-12-04T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T14:30:01.073-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>Raul Lacabanne's "The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="301" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Cq1C5X74YWU" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar"&lt;/span&gt; - Raul Lacabanne - 1999 Buenos Aires UNQ - Videoarte basado en un cuento de Edgar Allan Poe (Videoart based on a Edgar Allan Poe´s tale)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="301" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BxIs0F0F6UE" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-2798657612774189232?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/2798657612774189232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/raul-lacabannes-facts-in-case-of-m.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/2798657612774189232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/2798657612774189232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/raul-lacabannes-facts-in-case-of-m.html' title='Raul Lacabanne&apos;s &quot;The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar&quot;'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Cq1C5X74YWU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-743391374369545419</id><published>2011-12-03T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T14:00:02.465-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>George Romero's "The Facts in the Case of Mr. Valdemar"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N91pULoqVsI" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The masters of modern horror - George Romero and Dario Argento - bring you an unprecedented pair of shockers inspired by the tales of Edgar Allan Poe. In Romero's &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"The Facts In The Case Of Mr. Valdemar,"&lt;/span&gt; a conniving wife (Adrienne Barbeau of THE FOG) and her lover use a hypnotic trance to embezzle a fortune from her dying husband, only to receive some chilling surprises from beyond the grave. Then in Argento's The Black Cat, a deranged crime scene photographer (Harvey Keitel of RESERVOIR DOGS) is driven to brutal acts of madness and murder by his girlfriend's new pet. But will this cunning feline deliver a final sickening twist of its own?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-743391374369545419?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/743391374369545419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/george-romeros-facts-in-case-of-mr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/743391374369545419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/743391374369545419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/george-romeros-facts-in-case-of-mr.html' title='George Romero&apos;s &quot;The Facts in the Case of Mr. Valdemar&quot;'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/N91pULoqVsI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-1178038103057389406</id><published>2011-12-02T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T15:00:04.905-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>Roger Corman's "The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wP4Ges7vxZE" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar"&lt;/span&gt; was the last one of the three Poe-inspired segments in Roger Corman's TALES OF TERROR (1962).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eMspOM5QhZ8" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Tales of Terror&lt;/span&gt; (1962) is an American International Pictures horror film starring Vincent Price, Peter Lorre, and Basil Rathbone; it is the fourth in a series of adaptations of Edgar Allan Poe stories directed by Roger Corman and released by AIP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JqFns0Ha0DI" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dying from a painful disease, M. Valdemar (Vincent Price) employs a hypnotist, Mr. Carmichael (Basil Rathbone), to alleviate his suffering by putting him under various trances. He then remains between the world of the living and the dead. In a trance, Valdemar begs Carmichael to release his soul so he can die but Carmichael cruelly refuses. Months pass and Valdemar's putrifying body remains in his bed under the complete control of Carmichael. The hypnotist tries to force Valdemar's wife Helene (Debra Paget) to marry him. When she refuses, he attacks her. Valdemar's putrid body rises from the bed and kills Carmichael. Helene is rescued by Valdemar's physician (David Frankham) and carried from the scene of horror.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SHYt2m0u3hE/TtgjdHcw2OI/AAAAAAAAXYg/35X5BhOLQUo/s1600/roger-corman-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SHYt2m0u3hE/TtgjdHcw2OI/AAAAAAAAXYg/35X5BhOLQUo/s320/roger-corman-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-1178038103057389406?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/1178038103057389406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/roger-cormans-facts-in-case-of-m.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/1178038103057389406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/1178038103057389406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/roger-cormans-facts-in-case-of-m.html' title='Roger Corman&apos;s &quot;The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar&quot;'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wP4Ges7vxZE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-4574222724378615711</id><published>2011-12-01T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T16:36:50.669-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gothic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoaxes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>Emily Attwood's "The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/17tvDw0_S3M" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An adaptation of the short story by Edgar Allan Poe. Directed by Emily Attwood, a film piece for 2nd year of uni. Staring Simon Nicholas, Mark Wright and Mike Wright. Copyright University of Hertfordshire 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-4574222724378615711?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4574222724378615711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/emily-attwoods-facts-in-case-of-m.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/4574222724378615711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/4574222724378615711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/emily-attwoods-facts-in-case-of-m.html' title='Emily Attwood&apos;s &quot;The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar&quot;'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/17tvDw0_S3M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-4723106814429143563</id><published>2011-12-01T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T16:37:44.802-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoaxes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>"The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar" Published 1845</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UvYob7zpdfw/TtgbViuvwJI/AAAAAAAAXYA/yLvtCsGTQuU/s1600/mesmeric-revelations-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UvYob7zpdfw/TtgbViuvwJI/AAAAAAAAXYA/yLvtCsGTQuU/s320/mesmeric-revelations-3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar"&lt;/span&gt; is a short story by American author Edgar Allan Poe about a mesmerist who puts a man in a suspended hypnotic state at the moment of death. An example of a tale of suspense and horror, it is also, to a certain degree, a hoax as it was published without claiming to be fictional, and many at the time of publication (1845) took it to be a factual account. Poe toyed with this for a while before admitting it was a work of pure fiction in his "Marginalia."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fkWpXnj7_3E/TtgbnqEGpFI/AAAAAAAAXYQ/HHz3QAUP-7Y/s1600/mesmeric-revelations-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fkWpXnj7_3E/TtgbnqEGpFI/AAAAAAAAXYQ/HHz3QAUP-7Y/s1600/mesmeric-revelations-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Plot summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The narrator presents the facts of the extraordinary case of Valdemar which have incited public discussion. He is interested in Mesmerism, a pseudoscience involving bringing a patient into a hypnogogic state by the influence of magnetism, a process which later developed into hypnotism. He points out that, as far as he knows, no one has ever been mesmerized at the point of death, and he is curious to see what effects mesmerism would have on a dying person. He considers experimenting on his friend Ernest Valdemar, an author whom he had previously mesmerized, and who has recently been diagnosed with phthisis (tuberculosis).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valdemar consents to the experiment and informs the narrator by letter that he will probably die in twenty-four hours. Valdemar's two physicians inform the narrator of their patient's poor condition. After confirming again that Valdemar is willing to be part of the experiment, the narrator comes back the next night with two nurses and a medical student as witnesses. Again, Valdemar insists he is willing to take part and asks the narrator to hurry, for fear he has "deferred it for too long". Valdemar is quickly mesmerized, just as the two physicians return and serve as additional witnesses. In a trance, he reports first that he is dying - then that he is dead. The narrator leaves him in a mesmeric state for seven months, checking on him daily. During this time Valdemar is without pulse, heartbeat or perceptible breathing, his skin cold and pale.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally, the narrator makes attempts to awaken Valdemar, asking questions which are answered with difficulty, his voice seemingly coming from his swollen, blackened tongue. In between trance and wakefulness, Valdemar's tongue begs to quickly either put him back to sleep or to wake him. As Valdemar's voice shouts "dead! dead!" repeatedly, the narrator takes Valdemar out of his trance; in the process, Valdemar's entire body immediately decays into a "nearly liquid mass of loathsome—of detestable putrescence."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3mzrhTVN5-k/TtgcTzC5B0I/AAAAAAAAXYY/LD6xzlUUUoU/s1600/harry-clarke-valdemar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3mzrhTVN5-k/TtgcTzC5B0I/AAAAAAAAXYY/LD6xzlUUUoU/s320/harry-clarke-valdemar.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Analysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poe uses particularly detailed descriptions and relatively high levels of gore in "The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar," suggesting Poe deeply studied medical texts.[1] Valdemar's eyes at one point leak a "profuse outflowing of a yellowish ichor," for example, though Poe's imagery in the story is best summed up in its final lines: "...his whole frame at once — within the space of a single minute, or even less, shrunk—crumbled—absolutely rotted away beneath my hands. Upon the bed, before that whole company, there lay a nearly liquid mass of loathsome—of detestable putrescence." The disgusting imagery almost certainly inspired later fiction including that of H. P. Lovecraft.[2] Those final lines make up one of the most powerfully effective moments in Poe's work, incorporating shock, disgust, and uneasiness into one moment.[3] This ending shows that attempts to appropriate power over death will have hideous results[4] and, therefore, ultimately be unsuccessful.[5]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Spanish, "Valdemar" roughly translates to "valley of the sea." The name suggests both solid and liquid states; this meaning is emphasized in the imagery in the story as Valdemar's body goes from its normal solid state to liquid in the final climactic lines.[6] Poe also uses teeth as a symbol; he typically uses teeth in his works to symbolize mortality. Other uses include the "sepulchral and disgusting" horse's teeth in "Metzengerstein," obsessing over teeth in "Berenice," and the sound of grating teeth in "Hop-Frog."[7]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valdemar's death by tuberculosis, and attempts to postpone his death, may have been influenced by Poe's wife, Virginia.[2] At the time of this story's publication, she had been suffering from tuberculosis for four years.[1] Poe's extreme detail in "The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar" may have been based on Virginia's actual suffering.[6] Additionally, Poe may have been inspired by Andrew Jackson Davis, whose lectures on mesmerism he had attended.[8] Valdemar's death, however, is not portrayed sentimentally as Poe's typical theme of "the death of a beautiful woman" portrayed in other works such as "Ligeia" and "Morella." The death of this male character contrasts as brutal and sensational.[9]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Reception and critical response&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many readers thought the story to be a scientific report. Robert Collyer, an English magnetic healer visiting Boston, wrote to Poe saying that he himself had performed a similar act to revive a man who had been pronounced dead (in truth, the man was actually a drunk sailor who was revived by a hot bath). Another Englishman, Thomas South, used the story as a case study in his book Early Magnetism in its Higher Relations to Humanity in 1846.[10] Medical student George C. Eveleth wrote to Poe: "I have strenuously held that it was true. But I tell you that I strongly suspect it for a hoax."[11] A Scottish reader named Archibald Ramsay wrote to Poe "as a believer in Mesmerism" asking about the story. "It details... most extraordinary circumstances", he wrote, concerned that it had been labeled a hoax. "For the sake of... Science and of truth", he requested an answer from Poe himself. Poe's response: "Hoax is precisely the word suited... Some few persons believe it—but I do not—and don't you."[12] He received many similar letters, replying to one such letter from a friend, he added the succinct postscript: "P.S. The 'Valdemar Case' was a hoax, of course."[13] In the Daily Tribune, editor Horace Greeley noted "that several good matter-of-fact citizens" were tricked by it but "whoever thought it a veracious recital must have the bump of Faith large, very large indeed."[14]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote to Poe about the story to commend him on his ability of "making horrible improbabilities seem near and familiar."[15] Virginia poet Philip Pendleton Cooke also wrote to Poe, calling the story "the most damnable, vraisemblable, horrible, hair-lifting, shocking, ingenious chapter of fiction that any brain ever conceived or hand traced. That gelatinous, viscous sound of man's voice! there never was such an idea before."[16] Literary critic and professor George Edward Woodberry said that the story "for mere physical disgust and foul horror, has no rival in literature."[17] Scholar James M. Hutchisson refers to the story as "probably Poe's most gruesome tale."[18]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rudyard Kipling, an admirer of Poe, references "The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar" in his story "In the House of Suddhoo." The story suggests the disastrous results of sorcery in trying to save his sick son's life. One spell requires the head of a dead baby, which seems to speak. The narrator says, "Read Poe's account of the voice that came from the mesmerised dying man, and you will realise less than one half of the horror of that head's voice."[19]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Publication history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While editor of The Broadway Journal, Poe printed a letter from a New York physician named Dr. A. Sidney Doane which recounted a surgical operation performed while a patient was "in a magnetic sleep"; the letter served as inspiration for Poe's tale.[20] "The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar" was published simultaneously in the December 20, 1845, issue of the Broadway Journal and the December 1845 issue of American Review: A Whig Journal[8]—the latter journal used the title "The Facts in M. Valdemar's Case."[21] It was also republished in England, first as a pamphlet edition as "Mesmerism in Articulo Mortis" and later as "The Last Days of M. Valdemar."[22]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Adaptations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar" was adapted into film in Argentina in 1960 as a segment of Masterpieces of Horror, first shown in the United States in 1965. It was also one of three Poe-inspired segments in the 1962 film Roger Corman-directed Tales of Terror.[8] It was later adapted by George A. Romero in Two Evil Eyes (1990). The radio drama series Radio Tales produced an adaptation of the story entitled "Edgar Allan Poe's Valdemar" (2000) for National Public Radio. The story was also loosely adapted into the black comedy The Mesmerist (2002).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;References&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.^ Stashower, Daniel. The Beautiful Cigar Girl: Mary Rogers, Edgar Allan Poe, and the Invention of Murder. New York: Dutton, 2006: 275. ISBN 052594981X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.^ Silverman, Kenneth. Edgar A. Poe: Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance. New York City: Harper Perennial, 1991: 294. ISBN 0060923318&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.^ Elmer, Jonathan. "Terminate or Liquidate? Poe Sensationalism, and the Sentimental Tradition" collected in The American Face of Edgar Allan Poe, edited by Shawn Rosenheim and Stephen Rachman. Baltimore: The Johns Hopkins University Press, 1995: 116. ISBN 0801850258&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.^ Selley, April. "Poe and the Will" as collected in Poe and His Times: The Artist and His Milieu, edited by Benjamin Franklin Fisher IV. Baltimore: The Edgar Allan Poe Society, Inc., 1990: 97. ISBN 0961644923&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.^ Hutchisson, James M. Poe. Jackson: University Press of Mississippi, 2005: 158. ISBN 1-57806-721-9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.^ Meyers, Jeffrey. Edgar Allan Poe: His Life and Legacy. New York City: Cooper Square Press, 1992: 179. ISBN 0815410387&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.^ Kennedy, J. Gerald. Poe, Death, and the Life of Writing. New Haven, CT: Yale University Press, 1987: 79. ISBN 0300037732&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.^ Sova, Dawn B. Edgar Allan Poe: A to Z. New York City: Checkmark Books, 2001: 85. ISBN 081604161X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.^ Elmer, Jonathan. "Terminate or Liquidate? Poe Sensationalism, and the Sentimental Tradition" collected in The American Face of Edgar Allan Poe, edited by Shawn Rosenheim and Stephen Rachman. Baltimore: The Johns Hopkins University Press, 1995: 108. ISBN 0801850258&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.^ Silverman, Kenneth. Edgar A. Poe: Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance. New York City: Harper Perennial, 1991. ISBN 0060923318 p. 294–295&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.^ Phillips, Mary E. Edgar Allan Poe: The Man. Chicago: The John C. Winston Company, 1926: 1189.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.^ Phillips, Mary E. Edgar Allan Poe: The Man. Chicago: The John C. Winston Company, 1926: 1188–1189.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.^ Quinn, Arthur Hobson. Edgar Allan Poe: A Critical Biography. Baltimore: The Johns Hopkins University Press, 1998: 529. ISBN 0801857309&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.^ Thomas, Dwight and David K. Jackson. The Poe Log: A Documentary Life of Edgar Allan Poe, 1809–1849. Boston: G. K. Hall and Co., 1987: 603. ISBN 0816187347&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.^ Quinn, Arthur Hobson. Edgar Allan Poe: A Critical Biography. Baltimore: The Johns Hopkins University Press, 1998. p. 484. ISBN 0801857309&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.^ Meyers, Jeffrey. Edgar Allan Poe: His Life and Legacy. New York City: Cooper Square Press, 1992: 179-180. ISBN 0815410387&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.^ Phillips, Mary E. Edgar Allan Poe: The Man. Chicago: The John C. Winston Company, 1926: 1075.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.^ Hutchisson, James M. Poe. Jackson: University Press of Mississippi, 2005: 157. ISBN 1-57806-721-9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.^ Meyers, Jeffrey. Edgar Allan Poe: His Life and Legacy. Cooper Square Press, 1992: 291. ISBN 0815410387&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.^ Thomas, Dwight and David K. Jackson. The Poe Log: A Documentary Life of Edgar Allan Poe, 1809–1849. Boston: G. K. Hall and Co., 1987: 498. ISBN 0816187347&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.^ Quinn, Arthur Hobson. Edgar Allan Poe: A Critical Biography. Baltimore: The Johns Hopkins University Press, 1998: 470. ISBN 0801857309&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.^ Quinn, Arthur Hobson. Edgar Allan Poe: A Critical Biography. Baltimore: The Johns Hopkins University Press, 1998: 516. ISBN 0801857309&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lU1CJ3C0xDQ/TtgblrD2JlI/AAAAAAAAXYI/CGeT-yYVFKU/s1600/mesmeric-revelations-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lU1CJ3C0xDQ/TtgblrD2JlI/AAAAAAAAXYI/CGeT-yYVFKU/s320/mesmeric-revelations-4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-4723106814429143563?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4723106814429143563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/facts-in-case-of-m-valdemar-published.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/4723106814429143563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/4723106814429143563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/12/facts-in-case-of-m-valdemar-published.html' title='&quot;The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar&quot; Published 1845'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UvYob7zpdfw/TtgbViuvwJI/AAAAAAAAXYA/yLvtCsGTQuU/s72-c/mesmeric-revelations-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-476241769923437742</id><published>2011-11-30T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T14:00:01.757-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe funeral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Maria Tucker Reads "The Bells" at Poe Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="301" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eHthsLBzy1w" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria Tucker reads "The Bells" at Poe Forward's POE FUNERAL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-476241769923437742?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/476241769923437742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/11/maria-tucker-reads-bells-at-poe-funeral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/476241769923437742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/476241769923437742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/11/maria-tucker-reads-bells-at-poe-funeral.html' title='Maria Tucker Reads &quot;The Bells&quot; at Poe Funeral'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eHthsLBzy1w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-3579790795756313070</id><published>2011-11-29T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T14:00:03.703-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><title type='text'>"The Bells" Published 1849</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zgT3PPuRNVU/TsMyGVhZWfI/AAAAAAAAXJc/TaCc2jp9ZcM/s1600/bells2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zgT3PPuRNVU/TsMyGVhZWfI/AAAAAAAAXJc/TaCc2jp9ZcM/s320/bells2.bmp" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The Bells  (1849)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Bells" is a heavily onomatopoeic poem by Edgar Allan Poe which was not published until after his death in 1849. It is perhaps best known for the diacopic repetition of the word "bells." The poem has four parts to it; each part becomes darker and darker as the poem progresses from "the jingling and the tinkling" of the bells in part 1 to the "moaning and the groaning" of the bells in part 4.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-We3K4EbBeVU/TsMyHBeGdOI/AAAAAAAAXJk/wgjKRcjAXKI/s1600/bells1.bmp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-We3K4EbBeVU/TsMyHBeGdOI/AAAAAAAAXJk/wgjKRcjAXKI/s320/bells1.bmp.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear the sledges with the bells —&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silver bells!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a world of merriment their melody foretells!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the icy air of night!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While the stars that oversprinkle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the heavens seem to twinkle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With a crystalline delight;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keeping time, time, time,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a sort of Runic rhyme,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the bells, bells, bells, bells,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bells, bells, bells —&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear the mellow wedding bells —&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Golden bells!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Through the balmy air of night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How they ring out their delight!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the molten-golden notes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all in tune,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a liquid ditty floats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the moon!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, from out the sounding cells&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How it swells!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How it dwells&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the Future! — how it tells&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of the rapture that impels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the swinging and the ringing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of the bells, bells, bells,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bells, bells, bells —&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear the loud alarum bells —&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brazen bells!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the startled ear of night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How they scream out their affright!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too much horrified to speak,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They can only shriek, shriek,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out of tune,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaping higher, higher, higher,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With a desperate desire,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And a resolute endeavor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now — now to sit or never,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the side of the pale-faced moon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, the bells, bells, bells!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a tale their terror tells&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of Despair!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How they clang, and clash, and roar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a horror they outpour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the bosom of the palpitating air!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yet the ear it fully knows,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the twanging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the clanging,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How the danger ebbs and flows;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yet the ear distinctly tells,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the jangling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the wrangling,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How the danger sinks and swells,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells —&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of the bells,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bells, bells, bells —&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear the tolling of the bells —&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iron bells!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the silence of the night,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How we shiver with affright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the melancholy menace of their tone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For every sound that floats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the rust within their throats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is a groan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the people — ah, the people —&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They that dwell up in the steeple,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All alone,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And who tolling, tolling, tolling,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In that muffled monotone,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feel a glory in so rolling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the human heart a stone —&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They are neither man nor woman —&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They are neither brute nor human —&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They are Ghouls:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And their king it is who tolls;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And he rolls, rolls, rolls,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rolls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A paean from the bells!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And his merry bosom swells&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With the paean of the bells!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And he dances, and he yells;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keeping time, time, time,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a sort of Runic rhyme,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the paean of the bells,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of the bells —&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keeping time, time, time,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a sort of Runic rhyme,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the throbbing of the bells,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of the bells, bells, bells —&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the sobbing of the bells;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keeping time, time, time,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As he knells, knells, knells,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a happy Runic rhyme,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the rolling of the bells,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of the bells, bells, bells —&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the tolling of the bells,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bells, bells, bells —&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zgT3PPuRNVU/TsMyGVhZWfI/AAAAAAAAXJc/TaCc2jp9ZcM/s1600/bells2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zgT3PPuRNVU/TsMyGVhZWfI/AAAAAAAAXJc/TaCc2jp9ZcM/s320/bells2.bmp" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Analysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This poem can be interpreted in many different ways, the most basic of which is simply a reflection of the sounds that bells can make, and the emotions evoked from that sound. For example, "From the bells bells bells bells/Bells bells bells!" brings to mind the clamoring of myriad church bells. Several deeper interpretations exist as well. One is that the poem is a representation of life from the nimbleness of youth to the pain of age. Growing despair is emphasized alongside the growing frenzy in the tone of the poem.[1] Another is the passing of the seasons, from spring to winter. The passing of the seasons is often used as a metaphor for life itself. The poem also suggests a Poe theme of mourning over a lost wife, courted in sledge, married and then killed in a fire as the husband looks on. The tolling of the iron bells reflects the final madness of the grief-stricken husband.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sounds of the verses, specifically the repetitive "bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells," lie on a narrow line between sense and nonsense, causing a feeling of instability.[2] Poe uses the word "tintinnabulation", which many critics believe is merely an onomatopoeic nonsense term. Poe biographer Hervey Allen suggests the word is based on an ancient bell-based instrument called "tintinabula."[3] The series of "bells" echo the imagined sounds of the various bells, from the silver bells following the klip-klop of the horses, to the "dong, ding-dong" of the swinging golden and iron bells, to screeching "whee-aaah" of the brazen bells. The series are always four, followed by three, always beginning and ending on a stressed syllable. The meter changes to iambic in the lines with repeated "bells," bringing the reader into their rhythm. Most of the poem is a more hurried anapestic (**/) meter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bells of which he writes are thought to be those he heard from Fordham University's bell tower, since Poe resided in the same Bronx neighborhood as that university. He also frequently strolled about Fordham's campus conversing with both the students and the Jesuits.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Critical response&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Bells" is often criticized for being mechanical and forced.[4]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Publication history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poe is believed to have written "The Bells" in May 1848 and submitted it three times to Sartrain's Union Magazine, a magazine run by John Sartain, until it was finally accepted.[5] He was paid fifteen dollars for his work, though it was not published until after his death in November 1849.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUxhdHjuhjI/TsM2K6jTmgI/AAAAAAAAXKM/xjtLOQXsv_A/s1600/marie-louise-shew-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUxhdHjuhjI/TsM2K6jTmgI/AAAAAAAAXKM/xjtLOQXsv_A/s320/marie-louise-shew-1.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inspiration for the poem is often granted to &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Marie Louise Shew&lt;/span&gt; (above),&amp;nbsp;a woman who had helped care for Poe's wife Virginia as she lay dying.[5] One day, as Shew was visiting Poe at his cottage in Fordham, New York, Poe needed to write a poem but had no inspiration. Shew allegedly heard ringing bells from afar and playfully suggested to start there, possibly even writing the first line of each stanza.[6]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Adaptations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sergei Rachmaninoff (1873–1943) composed a choral symphony The Bells, Op. 35, based on a Russian adaptation of the poem by Konstantin Balmont. The symphony follows classical sonata form: first movement, slow movement, scherzo, and finale, thus honoring the poem's four sections.[7] (The work is sometimes performed in English, using not Poe's original, but a translation of Balmont's adaptation by Fanny S. Copeland.) The Scottish composer Hugh S. Roberton (1874–1947) published "Hear the Tolling of the Bells" (1909), "The Sledge Bells" (1909), and "Hear the Sledges with the Bells" (1919) based on Poe's poem.[8] Josef Holbrooke composed his "The Bells, Prelude, Op. 50" on Poe's poem and Phil Ochs composed a tune to the poem recorded his album All the News That's Fit to Sing. Eric Woolfson, musical partner to Alan Parsons in the Alan Parsons Project, has written two albums based on the writings of Poe. His second, Poe: More Tales of Mystery and Imagination includes a song entitled "The Bells", for which he set Poe's words to music. This album was also the basis for a musical stage production that was performed in England, Austria, and other European countries.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-We3K4EbBeVU/TsMyHBeGdOI/AAAAAAAAXJk/wgjKRcjAXKI/s1600/bells1.bmp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-We3K4EbBeVU/TsMyHBeGdOI/AAAAAAAAXJk/wgjKRcjAXKI/s320/bells1.bmp.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;References&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.^ Silverman, Kenneth. Edgar A. Poe: Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance. New York City: Harper Perennial, 1991. ISBN 0060923318 p. 403&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.^ Rosenheim, Shawn James. The Cryptographic Imagination: Secret Writing from Edgar Poe to the Internet. The Johns Hopkins University Press, 1997. p. 125. ISBN 9780801853326&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.^ Nelson, Randy F. The Almanac of American Letters. Los Altos, California: William Kaufmann, Inc., 1981: 25. ISBN 086576008X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.^ Meyers, Jeffrey. Edgar Allan Poe: His Life and Legacy. Cooper Square Press, 1992. p. 223. ISBN 0815410387&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.^ Sova, Dawn B. Edgar Allan Poe: A to Z. New York: Checkmark Books, 2001. p. 25. ISBN 081604161X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.^ E. A. Poe Society of Baltimore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.^ AmericanSymphony.org&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.^ Sova, Dawn B. Edgar Allan Poe: A to Z. New York: Checkmark Books, 2001. p. 212. ISBN 081604161X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-3579790795756313070?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/3579790795756313070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/11/bells-published-1849.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/3579790795756313070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309919512232918647/posts/default/3579790795756313070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/2011/11/bells-published-1849.html' title='&quot;The Bells&quot; Published 1849'/><author><name>Poe Forward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17255062395645542233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAqQBSpbF9I/Sij0TI7S9jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LkGlAKdmFs0/S220/edgar-allan-poe-stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zgT3PPuRNVU/TsMyGVhZWfI/AAAAAAAAXJc/TaCc2jp9ZcM/s72-c/bells2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-8030354598680826553</id><published>2011-11-25T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T14:00:01.493-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Jan Svankmajer's "Lunacy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TZyfIkXrblM" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jan Svankmajer's LUNACY, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loosely adapted from &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The System of Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Edgar Allan Poe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="301" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NBCxUvBai7U" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309919512232918647-8030354598680826553?l=poeforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeforward.blogspot.com/feeds/8030354598680826553/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TZyfIkXrblM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309919512232918647.post-706993242276261529</id><published>2011-11-24T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T14:00:02.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoaxes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science fiction'/><title type='text'>"The System of Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether" Published 1845</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PUtnwMrLFTI/TsMyyWLEm8I/AAAAAAAAXJs/uKZTirV7DGQ/s1600/tarred-and-feathered.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PUtnwMrLFTI/TsMyyWLEm8I/AAAAAAAAXJs/uKZTirV7DGQ/s320/tarred-and-feathered.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"The System of Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether"&lt;/span&gt; is a comedic short story written by American author Edgar Allan Poe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IC__i8ywWSE/TsMy9pomF4I/AAAAAAAAXJ8/IWyZ6uLTOxc/s1600/tar_and_feather-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IC__i8ywWSE/TsMy9pomF4I/AAAAAAAAXJ8/IWyZ6uLTOxc/s320/tar_and_feather-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Plot summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The story follows an unnamed narrator who visits a mental institution in southern France (more accurately, a "Maison de Santé") known for a revolutionary new method of treating mental illnesses called the "system of soothing." A companion with whom he is travelling knows Monsieur Maillard, the originator of the system, and makes introductions before leaving the narrator. The narrator is shocked to learn that the "system of soothing" has been abandoned recently. He questions this, as he has heard of its success and popularity. Maillard tells him to "believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The narrator tours the grounds of the hospital and is invited to dinner. There, he is joined by twenty-five to thirty other people and a large, lavish spread of food. The other guests, he notices, are dressed somewhat oddly; though their clothes are well-made, they do not seem to fit the people very well. Most of them are female and were "bedecked with a profusion of jewelry, such as rings, bracelets and ear-rings, and wore their bosoms and arms shamefully bare." The table and the room were decorated with an excess of lit candles wherever it was possible to find a place for them. Dinner is also accompanied by musicians, playing "fiddles, fifes, trombones, and a drum" and, though they seem to entertain all others present, the narrator likens it to horrible noises. Upon the whole, the narrator says, there was much of the "bizarre" about everything at the dinner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversation as they eat focuses on the patients that they have been treating. They demonstrate for the narrator the strange behavior they have witnessed, including patients who thought themselves a teapot, a donkey, cheese, champagne, a frog, snuff, a pumpkin, and others. Maillard occasionally tries to calm them down, and the narrator seems very concerned by their behavior and passionate imitations.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He then learns that this staff has replaced the system of soothing with a much more strict system, which Maillard says is based on the work of a "Doctor Tarr" and a "Professor Fether." The narrator says he is not familiar with their work, to the astonishment of the others. It is finally explained at this point why the previous system was abandoned. One "singular" incident, Maillard says, was when the patients, granted a large amount of liberty around the house, actually overthrew their doctors and nurses and usurped their positions, locking them up as lunatics. These lunatics were led by a man who claimed to have invented a better method of treating mental illness, and who allowed no visitors except for "a very stupid-looking young gentleman of whom he had no reason to be afraid." The narrator asks how the hospital staff rebelled and returned things to order. Just then, loud noises are heard and the actual hospital staff breaks from their confines. It is revealed that the dinner guests were, in fact, the patients who had just recently taken over. As part of their uprising, the inmates had treated the staff to "tarring and feathering." The keepers now put the real patients, including Monsieur Maillard, back in their cells, while the narrator, who is the "stupid-looking young gentleman" mentioned by Monsieur Maillard, admits he has yet to find any of the works of Dr. "Tarr" and Professor "Fether."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The "system of soothing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monsieur Maillard's system avoided all punishments and did not confine its patients. They were granted much freedom and were not forced to wear hospital gowns but instead "were permitted to roam about the house and grounds in the ordinary apparel of persons in right mind." Doctors "humored" their patients by never contradicting their fantasies or hallucinations. For example, if a man thought he was a chicken, doctors would treat him as a chicken, giving him corn to eat, etc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The system was apparently very popular. Monsieur Maillard says that all the "Maisons de Santé" of France have adopted it. The narrator remarks that after the patient revolt is crushed, that system is reinstated at the asylum he visits--though modified in certain ways that are intended to reform it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Historical background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the time this story was written, care for the insane was a highly political issue. People were calling for asylum reform at a time when the mentally ill were treated like prisoners. It is also during a time when increased acquittals due to the insanity defense was being criticized for allowing criminals to avoid punishment.[1]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Publication history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The System of Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether" was held by editors for several months before finally being published in the November 1845 issue of Graham's Magazine.[2]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dGJinJcGyI0/TsMzeR1yxKI/AAAAAAAAXKE/SzwE_KZVVuI/s1600/arkham-asylum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dGJinJcGyI0/TsMzeR1yxKI/AAAAAAAAXKE/SzwE_KZVVuI/s320/arkham-asylum.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Adaptations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of the plays given at the Theatre du Grand Guignol in Paris was "Le Systéme du Dr Goudron et Pr Plume" (1903), adapted by André de Lorde.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The surreal Mexican film La Mansión de la Locura (1973), in English The Mansion of Madness, by Juan López Moctezuma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Director S.F. Brownrigg's movie The Forgotten (1973), also known as Death Ward #13 and Don't Look in the Basement.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"(The System of) Dr. Tarr and Professor Fether" is the fifth track on Tales of Mystery and Imagination, an album by The Alan Parsons Project of music inspired by the works of Edgar Allan Poe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Czech filmmaker Jan Švankmajer based part of his film Lunacy on this story. The film was also inspi
