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Interesting. [Friday
December 3rd @ 7:33pm]
inked_tears
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Edgar Allan Poe's grave since 1949. Poe's grave is located in the 200 year-old cemetery on the corner of Fayette and Greene in West Baltimore.

Hm. Interesting. x)

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Color-bar [Friday
November 26th @ 1:21pm]
inked_tears
[ mood | cheerful ]


♥Edgar Allan Poe is Raven love♥
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inked_tears


I made this color-bar for everyone in the community to use, if they wish.
The code is below, just take out the *'s.

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Advertise. [Friday
November 26th @ 12:55pm]
inked_tears
[ mood | amused ]

To advertise this community, please post the banner (I made) below, into your journal.

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New Layout! [Friday
November 26th @ 12:31pm]
inked_tears
[ mood | accomplished ]

Yes! I have FINALLY fixed the layout! Isn't it wonderfull? I hope everyone likes it. On another note, please keep active, and post in the community. Also, I will soon be making advertisments, so you can post them in your journal to advertise the community.

And, HAPPY LATE THANKSGIVING!

:D

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a new fan [Monday
November 8th @ 12:23am]

brokendollheads
Well, there's a new Poe fan in my house. My brother read the Tell Tale Heart for english, loved it, and has kidnapped my Poe volume and has been reading it non stop since (which is especially amazing because he really doesn't like to read much). Now my dad is the only one in our family who isn't hooked. It's awesome, and that's my happy news for the day.
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Blah [Sunday
October 10th @ 11:07am]
inked_tears
[ mood | awake ]

As, you all know, I am the owner of this community... I'm looking for a co-moderator, to handle things when I don't feel like it. Lol. I also need someone to make a nice layout, for our lovely community. Post if you're interest in one or the other, or perhaps both.

And Welcome all new members!

~*~ Lizzie ~*~

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newbie here! [Monday
October 4th @ 5:21am]
boxer_black
[ mood | okay ]

Hello!

im new here and im a fan of edgar allan poe(of course).
I was searching to find a community dedicated to him and well i found this one.
I love his poems and stories
My favorite poem is: Alone and The Raven
and my favorite stories are: The Murders in the Rue Morgue and The Telltale Heart.
well thats it
Bye!

-B/B

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comment/question; [Thursday
September 16th @ 9:52am]

gaucha
i had the opportunity to visit the Poe museum in Richmond, VA recently. it was a very informative and fun experience. I noticed that the gift shop had a lot of items regarding The Gold Bug. Has this story always been so popular? I think it's a good read but i had no idea it was so well known.

Anyway, i was just curious. :)
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[Wednesday
July 28th @ 9:09pm]

cagedbythesun
[ mood | apathetic ]

Another newbie. Bah humbug.

I am (of course) a great fan of Edgar Allan Poe, and its great to find a community of people who agree in simliar taste. Most recently I read 'Fall of the House of Usher.'
which is excellent albeit morbid, in the highest degree.

There is yet to be another writer like him.

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[Wednesday
July 14th @ 2:04am]

brokendollheads
[ mood | itchy ]

Hi everyone. Well obvously i'm new to the community so I sut wanted to introduce myself. 've enoyed reading Poe's work for amny years and I'm lookng foreward to dscussing his amazing writings with fellow fans.

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[Tuesday
July 6th @ 5:50pm]

torn_tights

ello. i just joined and guess what? i love poe. anyways, i was searching for a poe related community because i'm working on a brief presentation on the subject and therefore i need help compiling a list of as many artists as possible who set poe's poems to music and/or whose work is based on or inspired by poe's. this is what i got so far:

jack aaronson, the alan parsons project, chandeen, cinema strange, devil doll, faith and the muse, fear cult, peter hammill, kommunity fk, midnight configuration, mylène farmer, lou reed, sopor aeternus, trance to the sun, wreckage.


also, does anyone have a proper picture of bart simpson as the raven? thanks a lot..

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[Saturday
July 3rd @ 1:02am]
faithful_demise
[ mood | creative ]

hello. my name is stephanie. obviously you can tell i'm new because of the select few people in this lovely community. i am in love with the writings of edgar allan poe. i have read all of his poetry. and i am currently in the process of reading his other works. hmmm, i believe that's it i have a website on him and has some of his works on it if any of you guys are interested.

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People. Joining. [Sunday
June 6th @ 1:15pm]
inked_tears
[ mood | bouncy ]

People are joining wahey! Lol. Thanks everyone for joining.

I got the book "Tell Tale the Heart and other Stories" By Edgar Allan Poe.

I already read "Tell Tale the Heart" and I'm now reading "The Black Cat"

I recommend "Tell Tale the Heart", it was an excellent story. A little morbid alas, but awesome.

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[Saturday
June 5th @ 1:10pm]
stripedreddeath
[ mood | cold ]

"and all i lov'd, i lov'd alone"
R.I.P Edgar Allan PoeCollapse )

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Poem. [Saturday
June 5th @ 2:38pm]
inked_tears
[ mood | blah ]

The Raven
by Edgar Allan Poe

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.
"'T is 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 books surcease of sorrow -- sorrow for the lost Lenore --
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore --
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me -- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'T is some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door --
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; --
This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" -- here I opened wide the door; --
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word "Lenore!"
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore --
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; --
'T is the wind and nothing more!"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door --
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door --
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore --
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning -- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door --
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered -- not a feather then he fluttered --
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before --
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore --
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never-nevermore,'"

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite -- respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh, quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil -- prophet still, if bird or devil! --
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted --
On this home by Horror haunted -- tell me truly, I implore --
Is there -- is there balm in Gilead? -- tell me -- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil -- prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us -- by that God we both adore --
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp the sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore --
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting --
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

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!

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