it’s been a long and interesting week
and to sum it up
a little
E.A Poe comes to mind
enjoy
photo used by the kind permission of
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted – nevermore!
Irregular Bones 
I’ve got a photo I took over the summer that I’ve got to send you. Especially now.
This was the first poem that I was ever required to analyze and critique by a school teacher. Strangely prophetic, don’t you think, AM? 😉
Hey there Lori,
I had to do that in grade school- we had to memorize this and write our own version and it was A LOT OF work
I vowed that one day I’d make a bunch of kids do the same … and what’s funny is that every Halloween- I get lots of schools visiting my Owl Creek blog
HHHEEEEE- sweet revenge.
AND
if anyone wants to see Kitty’s oh so chilling picture
click here
Young Edgar was, by far, my favourite writer ever. And one of the most influential. And one of the most under-rated. And …
Cool down, Tony, cool down …
No way shouldyou cool down Tony, it’s true.
If there had been no Poe there would have been no Serling, or King, or….cool down Anita.
See what you started?
Come on…go for it Tony.
amm
… and probably no science fiction, or detective stories, or psychological thrillers, or tales with a twist …
Yeh, AM, and I bet we were the only 5th graders on the planet who know the meaning of the phrase “quaff this kind nepenthe” .