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OF my country and of my family I have little to say. Ill usage and length of years have driven me from the one, and estranged me from the other. Hereditary wealth afforded me an education of no common order, and a contemplative turn of mind enabled me to methodize the stores which early study very diligently garnered up. -- Beyond all things, the study of the German moralists gave me great delight; not from any ill-advised admiration of their eloquent madness, but from the ease with which my habits of rigid thought enabled me to detect their falsities. I have often been reproached with the...
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The Raven Read kwa Vincent Price
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Greg Knight and Jonathan Rinzler are working on a short film based on several Poe stories. Here's a snippet. wewe can make a small donation if you'd like to help out and get your name in the credits. IndieGoGo: <link
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Trailer for the upcoming horror/thriller film, "The Raven", a enthralling story where the famous Poe must find the sadistic killer who's slayings resemble the gruesome deaths in Poe's stories and tales...
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*To me the poem represents the transitory, ephemeral nature of time and our existence. When we meet a lover it's is like we pick up a handful of sand and as the years go kwa the sand slowly creeps through our fingers. No matter how hard au how desperately wewe try, wewe cannot stop the cascading sand, until wewe and your lover mgawanyiko, baidisha and the last grain of sand has fallen. Then all wewe have left is a memory. And when wewe and your ex-lover pass on that memory is Lost in time: like a dream within a dream. The sekunde half seems to be about our own mortality and the nature of our existence. Once the...
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posted by EvanlovesAzula
Ok so my class saw a video on his life today....saaaaaad. Literally nothing went right for this dude. I mean even tho he wrote some damn good prose because of it, I wouldnt wish that much distress on anybody...ever. Most disturbing was the way in which he died. Nobody will ever know for sure, but the theory that he was used as a repeat voter is quite tragic. Possibly my fav story kwa him is The Masque of the Red Death...if u haven't read it, do do now. It's pretty badass.

Anyway, I'm supposed to be doing homework. But like, nawww. So yeah. I wonder if there will be a movie made about his life where someone actually plays him. I'd pay to c that any day.

Have any I'd u heard Vincent price's kusoma of The Raven....makes it 10 and 1/2 times scarier.

So long! :D
posted by elizasmomma
"LA MUSIQUE," says Marmontel, in those "Contes Moraux"* which in all our translations, we have insisted upon calling "Moral Tales," as if in mockery of their spirit -- "la musique est le seul des talents qui jouissent de lui-meme; tous les autres veulent des temoins." He here confounds the pleasure derivable from sweet sounds with the capacity for creating them. No zaidi than any other talent, is that for muziki susceptible of complete enjoyment, where there is no sekunde party to appreciate its exercise. And it is only in common with other talents that it produces effects which may be fully enjoyed...
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posted by Seastar4374
TRUE! nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why WILL wewe say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How then am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily, how calmly, I can tell wewe the whole story.

It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain, but, once conceived, it haunted me siku and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He...
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The Haunted Palace

In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace-
Radiant palace- reared its head.
In the monarch Thought's dominion-
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair!

Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow,
(This- all this- was in the olden
Time long ago,)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odor went away.

Wanderers in that happy valley,
Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,
To a lute's well-tuned law,
Round about a throne...
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posted by elizasmomma
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
''Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my vitabu surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the Lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden...
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posted by elizasmomma
as wewe read Mr.Edgar Allen Poe's poetry that he wrote, wewe feel this vain young-man searching for away to break free from the tradgies that he faced as a child and in his early teens, and later on in life, but the poem that i just read called: Dreams" really sums up i think what he
was truly feeling there is a maoni below the poem that i read that i think is very well put and this
is what it says: " The life of human beings, relates to something called dreams that considered as a prediction. We build our life upon it. we should have dreams with which our life become so sweet and nice
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posted by elizasmomma
when i first read mr.edgar allan poe's work and the stories that he wrote there was a sense of darkness and fear inside the horror stories on which he wrote,

and with his own personality on which he wrote them the reader could see and even feel a sense of remorse as he wrote with such anger and passion as what is protrayed inside the writings on which he suffered a great deal at in his private life.


there was a darkness that no-one could understand until wewe read his work then wewe could come to terms on why he wrote and felt the way that he did,

kusoma his work for me is away to feel close to the man behind the horror stories and to read his background is so hard for me to come to terms with
on my own as being a new shabiki of his work.