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#1 May 12 2004 at 2:23 PM Rating: Decent
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I walked up the stair and saw a man who weren't there, I saw him once again today, Id wish he'd go away.
-Edgar Alan Poe-
I kinda liked that...analyze it to death! and lets ruin it!
Just like every other analyzer do with paintings, poems and books!

Edited, Wed May 12 15:54:21 2004 by Eyap
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#2 May 12 2004 at 2:30 PM Rating: Good
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Eyap wrote:
I walked up the stair and saw a man who weren't there, I saw him once again today, Id wish he'd go away.
-Alan Edgar Poe-
I kinda liked that...analyze it to death! and lets ruin it!
Just like every other analyzer do with paintings, poems and books!


By "analyzer" do you mean critic?
#3 May 12 2004 at 2:32 PM Rating: Decent
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I walked up the stair and saw a man who weren't there, I saw him once again today, Id wish he'd go away.


Its called an alarm system and a remington 12 gauge Ed.
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#4 May 12 2004 at 2:38 PM Rating: Excellent
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Did I miss something, or do you mean Edgar Allan Poe?
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#5 May 12 2004 at 2:43 PM Rating: Decent
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lmao Alan poe his cousin
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Alas i did,sorry but by the time i wrote it i forgot the ame of it!
Respelling guy! CRITIC ^^ ty
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Omg, must be REALLY tired today...also, thatw Lady Darkflame meant, just stocked around his name....god! i better get some sleep soon...

Edited, Wed May 12 15:54:02 2004 by Eyap
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Ok Eyap you really lost me on your last post, go to bed hun we will see you later... we aren't going anywhere. /wink
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thatw Lady Darkflame meant, just stocked around his name....god! i better get some sleep soon...

Edited, Wed May 12 15:54:02 2004 by Eyap


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Just like every other analyzer do with paintings, poems and books!



You had better not be a real person.
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#10 May 12 2004 at 3:16 PM Rating: Decent
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Uhm why not? did I miss anything here?
Im not English nor American, did I miss any critical erros in my post?
Sorry!
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Where are you from Eyap?
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#12 May 12 2004 at 3:26 PM Rating: Excellent
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From the way he writes, I'd guess Canada.
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#13 May 12 2004 at 3:26 PM Rating: Decent
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Norway =)
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Sob, makes me sad that everyone flames me..I never meant to offend anyone, and if its my spelling we spak of, try speak norwegian, or write it...hehe listened to some from different countries done so, and I must say that Im rather proud of the way I write, it seems you do understand me, and that so far there are minor spelling errors no?
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From the way he writes, I'd guess Canada.


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#16 May 12 2004 at 3:33 PM Rating: Decent
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Let me guess...from canada? lol!
I dont mind Canadians OR French at any grade...well, maybe if you would give me a reason ^^ Lets disuss this! (as u may have seen, I love discussions!)
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#17 May 12 2004 at 3:36 PM Rating: Good
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Let me guess...from canada? lol!
I dont mind Canadians OR French at any grade...well, maybe if you would give me a reason ^^ Lets disuss this! (as u may have seen, I love discussions!)


I am from Canada, yes.

I may someday give you a reason to dislike Canadians, but it's early in our relationship so let's give it time, ok?

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I dont mind Canadians OR French at any grade...well, maybe if you would give me a reason ^^ Lets disuss this!


Discuss reasons to hate Canadians and/or the French?!
Errrrr....
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#19 May 12 2004 at 3:37 PM Rating: Decent
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LOL nonono dont get me wrong!
Not what I meant at all... lol!
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What I meant was, If I am to hate anything, I must have a reason for it...just wanted to make those who hated different things say what, in a proper way, and then give reasons why they did...if you understand why I mean with all my topics, you will all see that im no *sshole as many may thing ^^
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I'm Canadian :)
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Well...btw did anyone like the poem?
I did! thats why I posted it...all that analyze, critic thingy was a way to be funny...seems someone hated me for that...lol whatever..
Id like to hear what u think of it...i saw it in a movie once too!
Identity I belive its name was...
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#23 May 12 2004 at 4:05 PM Rating: Decent
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I walked up the stair and saw a man who weren't there, I saw him once again today, Id wish he'd go away.
-Edgar Alan Poe-


I believe you meant...

As I was walking up the stair,
I met a man who was not there
He was not there again today,
I wish that man would go away.


I have never heard that this was attributed to Poe. Frankly it seems beneath him.
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I have never heard that this was attributed to Poe. Frankly it seems beneath him.


You're right, but that was the least of the problems, it was actually Hugh Mearns.
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#25 May 12 2004 at 4:24 PM Rating: Decent
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Correct, just didnt remember it directly...well if Im not wrong its Edgar Alan? nm maybe I remember wrong and mix up stuff....whatever, still likes it
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Correct, just didnt remember it directly...well if Im not wrong its Edgar Alan?


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#27 May 12 2004 at 4:26 PM Rating: Decent
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Lol...I really WERE tired...well mixups...why I made the post was because I just remembered that poem while I was reading other posts, and I liked it, my wrong...
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#28 May 13 2004 at 12:16 AM Rating: Decent
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On the other hand, I do quite like the writings of Edgar Allen Poe.
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I rather like The Raven myself.
Haven't read it for a long time now... thanks for reminding me.
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#30 May 13 2004 at 8:07 AM Rating: Decent
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some real stuff... and one of my favorites..

A Dream Within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?


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#31 May 13 2004 at 8:23 AM Rating: Decent
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This is probly one of the one most people know about and its my favorite.

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.
"'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 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,
"'Tis 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 mortals 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;-
'Tis 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 blest 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 lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls 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 a 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 in 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 lamplight 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!

A link to some of his works.
http://bau2.uibk.ac.at/sg/poe/Work.html
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#32 May 13 2004 at 8:34 AM Rating: Decent
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I think "City By The Sea" is definatly Baltimore.


BTW anyone know how he died..... I heard it was election day in Baltimore... and During Election day in America the Candidates would hire gangs to kidnap people and make them vote Several times and get them drunk and make them shave after each vote so they looked different.... Election Day was ******* chaos in America... So they got to Poe..and tehy got him so ******* druck and sick... and being the thin sickly little goth man that he was .... he died in a Baltimore gutter like so many other great minds... like I plan to one day..... only not voting.
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#33 May 13 2004 at 9:18 AM Rating: Good
There are many rumors about Poe's death. The one you described is one of them. All that is really known (that I recall) is that he was found in rough shape, and taken unconscious to a hospital where he died. He was an alchoholic, among other things.
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In addition to dying in Baltimore, he did live there for a bit.I can't think of any other "City by the sea" to which he would have such a connection. He lived in Philly and Richmond as well, but neither of those are as close to the sea as Baltimore.

I can't say anything about his death, I don't remember the stuff about Poe that I learned in HS anymore. Smiley: blush



Wanted to add, according to the Baltimore Poe Society, even though Poe was really born in Boston, he would tell people Baltimore instead.

http://www.eapoe.org/balt/poebalt.htm


Edited, Fri May 14 02:07:06 2004 by mikeylou
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Here's a story.

I was on a field call in the City last summer. If you've been to Baltimore you'll know that 70% of the streets are 1-way >_<.

So I get lost.... I find myself..(as I so usually do)in The Ghetto. I see about 10 drug deals at the same time... I pray for my life at every red light... I ended up in a place that could have been mistaken for Faluja or somting.... So I'm tryig to figure out where I'm going.... driving slow.. trying to look at my map without stopping... at one point a crowd of hoodlums started walking up to my car... I take off...many times people would just yell at me.. or tel me to come over to them...yeah Right... Anyway,,,.. I'm sitting there at a red light afer making my 20th U-turn that hour.. I look up in the direction of wherei'm about to be driving... more enless rows of crackhouses..with hustlas on each corner... I then look over to my Left...

It's Poes house! in the middle of the ghetto.. I sat there for about 5 minutes looking at it..even drove alittle closer.. I still wouldn't get out.. but for those few minutes.. I really didn't care about getting "ganked".. they wouln't do that in front of Poes house..would they?... heh they didn't..

This went on long.. oh well... taht's my story... I went from frustrated and nervous in the Ghetto.. to having a run in with History.. It was cool.. I wonder if those thug even realized waht it was... or who lived there.. or cared at all..

If you actually read this, thanks. sorry for droning on.
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