Dedicated to the life and work of Edgar Allan Poe
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"Inspired by the classic works of Edgar Allan Poe, writer, artist and creator Dawn Brown presents "Ravenous" -- a new work that draws from the master while offering a startling new mystery of its own. The title story, "Ravenous" is a fully illustrated 100-pages of suspense and mystery..."
posted by Prof. Ravensdeath at 2:58 AM
posted by Prof. Ravensdeath at 3:59 AM
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee; —
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love —
I and my Annabel Lee —
With a love that the wingéd seraphs in Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre,
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me —
Yes! — that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we —
Of many far wiser than we —
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: —
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: —
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling — my darling — my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea —
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
posted by Prof. Ravensdeath at 1:32 PM
"The telltale art - How did a rare and valuable photo of Edgar Allen Poe disappear from a library in New York, then end up sold by an antiques shop in Iowa for less than $100? It's a puzzle worthy of Poe himself."
posted by Prof. Ravensdeath at 9:32 PM
"Alex takes a night off to attend a seminar at NYU, where the college is wrecking the 19th century brownstone where Edgar Allen Poe once lived. A human skeleton entombed in a standing position is discovered. This crime scene reminds Alex of a Poe story, except evidence shows that the young woman died within the past 25 years."
posted by Prof. Ravensdeath at 9:31 PM
posted by Prof. Ravensdeath at 8:38 PM
Publishers Weekly:
...Intuitive cop Susan Pulaski emerges from six days in rehab to find herself fired from the force, her house foreclosed and her niece, Rachel, moved to a foster home. Not even best friend Lisa can prevent Susan from booze binges, but news of heinous local murders sobers her up enough to beg for another chance with the force. Las Vegas PD Chief O'Bannon knows Susan's abilities and temporarily re-employs her, and Darcy, the chief's autistic 26-year-old son, insinuates himself onto the case as well, since the killer leaves behind cryptic notes that only Darcy can decipher. The killer, who believes himself a combination of Edgar Allan Poe and Jesus Christ, poses his victims in scenes from Poe stories, just waiting for some revelatory Judgment Day. After more graphically violent murders, the psycho pivots his dark interest toward Susan in increasingly apocalyptic visions...
posted by Prof. Ravensdeath at 11:49 PM
"In Fairstein's 'Entombed,' workers demolishing a nineteenth-century brownstone where Edgar Allan Poe once lived, discover a human skeleton entombed -- standing -- behind a brick wall. When sex crimes prosecutor Alexandra Cooper hears about the case, it strikes her as a classic Poe scene...except that forensic evidence shows that this young woman died within the last twenty-five years. Meanwhile, the Silk Stocking Rapist is once again terrorizing Manhattan's Upper East Side. The attacks soon escalate to murder and the search leads to the Bronx Botanical Gardens and its wild, forested environs, where an interesting librarian presides over the Raven Society, a group devoted to the work of Poe. In exploring the fabled writer's tormented life for clues, the heroine crosses paths with a cunning killer and faces some of the greatest challenges of her career."
posted by Prof. Ravensdeath at 4:51 PM
"'Edgar Allan Poe believed that within each of us lurks the ability to commit evil deeds, and that every moment holds the possibility for sanity to crumble into madness,' Brown told CBR News. 'This is a new, original graphic novel that explores the duality existing within each of us, and a grisly situation that drives a certain someone over the edge. A sleepy little town is caught in the clutches of a serial killer. All his victims are found sliced in two. Our story follows a young detective following the body trail, racing to piece together this mystery before the killer can strike again."
posted by Prof. Ravensdeath at 4:48 PM
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Edgar Allan Poe House and Museum
...Visitors gain admittance only by knocking on the door and being allowed in. The door is bolted smartly after each group or person enters, and money is never exchanged with the door unbolted. Sound like a Poe story in the making? It could be. Once inside one forgets the poor state of the streets and is transported to a time when a lonely man wrote timeless tales like "M.S. in a Bottle" within the confines of the small brick rowhouse...
posted by Prof. Ravensdeath at 10:56 PM
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream - that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?
posted by Prof. Ravensdeath at 10:25 PM
Research shows allegations of opium abuse, as well as other
charges to be without evidence. Dr. Thomas Dunn English, a
Philadelphia physician and poet, said several years after Poe's
death, "Had Poe the opium habit...' should both as a
physician and a man of observation have discovered it
during his frequent visits to my rooms, my visits at his house,
and our meetings elsewhere. I saw no signs of it and believe it
to be a baseless slander."
posted by Prof. Ravensdeath at 9:05 PM
Poe’s 6 years in Philadelphia, 1838-1844, were his most productive. Not only did Poe edit and provide critical reviews for very successful magazines, but he also invented the modern detective story. While in Philadelphia, Poe penned such classics as “The Tell-Tale Heart”, “The Fall of the House of Usher” and poems like “The Haunted Palace” and “To Helen”.
While living in Philadelphia, Poe went from the high of being a popular lecturer to the despair of learning that his wife Virginia was ill with tuberculosis. The brief and tragic life of the author, his times, and literary legacy are interpreted in the building that once sheltered Poe and his family.
posted by Prof. Ravensdeath at 8:48 PM
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The Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore was officially established following a commemorative celebration of Poe's birthday on January 19, 1923. The roots of the Poe Society, however, extend back through four previous organizations to 1865. In that year, the Poe Memorial Fund was formed to create a monument over Poe's grave that would be fitting to the memory of his literary legacy. Under the leadership of Miss Sara Sigourney Rice, the memorial was finally erected in the corner of the Westminster Presbyterian Burying Ground (at Fayette and Greene Streets) and dedicated on November 17, 1875.
posted by Prof. Ravensdeath at 8:35 PM
