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Poe grave toast tradition ends

Discussion in 'Anything goes' started by Inky_Wretch, Jan 19, 2010.

  1. Buck

    Buck Well-Known Member

    Anybody read the Matthew Pearl novel?
     
  2. Care Bear

    Care Bear Guest

    Yes, I loved it. That book was the first thing I thought about when I read this story.
     
  3. Care Bear

    Care Bear Guest

    No overnight visitor to Mr. Poe's grave for the second year in a row.

    Fun article here:
    http://www.npr.org/tablet/#story/?storyId=133043533

    In honor of his 202nd birthday, I plan on re-reading one of my favorite Poe works this evening, "The Masque of the Red Death." Any other favorites?
     
  4. Shoeless Joe

    Shoeless Joe Active Member

    I read it this morning. It's a shame, really, but I'd rather it just end than some knucklehead driving a limo show up or someone do it but not do it out of passion.
     
  5. Mystery Meat II

    Mystery Meat II Well-Known Member

    Or worse, have MTV turn it into a party sponsored by Hypnotiq.
     
  6. The Big Ragu

    The Big Ragu Moderator Staff Member

    I loved that tradition.

    A bit unrelated, but my girlfriend and I were in Paris for a few days in the late summer. She knows the city well. I don't. On the last day, before heading to the airport, we decided to kill some time at the Père Lachaise Cemetery -- the Jim Morrison one. We were walking around without a map and didn't know where the really cool graves were. But we randomly stumbled on Chopin's grave. I thought that was oddly cool and random.
     
  7. Hank_Scorpio

    Hank_Scorpio Active Member

    It was the second year he didn't show up. Which adds credence that some people thought it would end after the 200th anniversary.

    Edit: I see someone has noted it was the second year in a post further down.


    Second edit: Didn't see the date of the original post.
     
  8. Stitch

    Stitch Active Member

    It's sad there were four douchebags who left roses and cognac.
     
  9. YGBFKM

    YGBFKM Guest

    Edgar was a genius who died penniless and drunk
    Every ship he tried to sail inevitably sunk
    Edgar stood on principle but fell more than he should
    With all those smarts he couldn't help himself -- and he never would

    Edgar went to Washington in hopes of finding work
    He showed up stinkin' drunk; it was sabotage not quirk
    Edgar met the president when he got a second shot
    But he tried to sell him magazines I, I kid you not

    The Raven was a masterpiece
    The monkey killed them all
    The heart would not stop beating
    The red death cast a pall
    Anabelle lay by the sea
    in a lonely sepulcher
    Ed's premature burial
    began when he lost her

    Edgar was a letters man, a man before his time
    He invented the detective who figured out the crime
    Edgar could be arrogant, insuff'rable and rude
    A professional antagonist, he was never in the mood

    Edgar didn't know it on that street in Baltimore
    He'd someday get his due, respect, much praise and even more
    Edgar had his share of loss in which he was to wallow
    But his prose lives to this day and many since have followed

    The Raven was a masterpiece
    The monkey killed them all
    The heart would not stop beating
    The red death cast a pall
    Anabelle lay by the sea
    in a lonely sepulcher
    Ed's premature burial
    began when he lost her

    Edgar loved his mothers and also loved his cousin
    He hated all his daddies, lived heartaches by the dozen
    Edgar had his issues but had plenty love to give
    But everyone he gave it to was destined not to live

    Edgar had the Midas touch if Midas were the Reaper
    Fate was not a friend; his bride he could not keep her
    Edgar never understood what life was all about
    His logic turned to madness before the lights went out

    The Raven was a masterpiece
    The monkey killed them all
    The heart would not stop beating
    The red death cast a pall
    Anabelle lay by the sea
    in a lonely sepulcher
    Ed's premature burial
    began when he lost her

    Edgar was discovered in the outfit of another
    He spent most of his years not too far from that gutter
    Edgar had imagined all our final destinations
    He needed for the afterlife to not be his creation

    Did his nightmare finally end
    when he left this mortal coil?
    Did he find the peace he sought
    no longer playing life's sad foil?
    Did the darkness that had set in
    with him six feet under soil
    release from his torment,
    his trouble and his toil?
    Or did death extend its welcome hand
    to one who'd been so loyal?
     
  10. Care Bear

    Care Bear Guest

    Or did death extend its welcome hand
    to one who'd been so loyal?


    I love the final lines. Perfect.
     
  11. Shoeless Joe

    Shoeless Joe Active Member

    I got off the interstate once planning to visit Duane Allman's grave in Macon, Ga. I couldn't get back on the interstate quick enough and get the heck out of there!
     
  12. waterytart

    waterytart Active Member

    Why?

    That cemetery is very popular. Mercer students use it for picnics.
     
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