In remembrance of Vincent Price who passed away on October 25, 1993 here is a tribute showcasing the works of Edgar Allan Poe created by Roger Corman and Vincent Price on film.
Ooh, this is a coooool Edgar Allan Poe post. Here is a video of movie posters containing the Edgar Allan Poe filmography and a few miscellaneous scary movie titles here and there. And while the video flips through the scary movie posters, posters from all around the world I might add, Vincent Price is reading [...]
While we spent a lot of time celebrating Edgar Allan Poe’s 200th birthday in January, we find ourselves in the midst of celebrations of Poe’s contemporaries. As fate would have it February 12th was the 200th birthday for both Abraham Lincoln and Charles Darwin. Both were men of great ideas and Writely Applied in their [...]
Why Poe? Oh, let me count the ways…hmmm….all over the place literarily this evening. What are your reasons why Edgar Allan Poe is a part of your being? Poe? Because my mother shared him with me. Because I could get good grades in English writing about my teacher’s favorite author. Because even if you didn’t [...]
The Valley of Unrest
by Edgar Allan Poe, 1831
_Once_ it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sun-light lazily lay,
_Now_ each visitor shall confess
The sad valley’s restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless–
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Unceasingly, from morn till even,
Over the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye–
Over the lilies that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave:–from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
They weep:–from off their delicate stems
Perennial tears descend in gems.
I love the beginning of Edgar Allan Poe’s parable, Shadow.
SHADOW — A PARABLE
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the Shadow:– Psalm of David.
YE who read are still among the living; but I who write shall have long since gone my way into the region of shadows. For indeed strange things shall happen, and secret things be known, and many centuries shall pass away, ere these memorials be seen of men. And, when seen, there will be some to disbelieve, and some to doubt, and yet a few who will find much to ponder upon in the characters here graven with a stylus of iron.
Edgar Allan Poe, 1827
A dark unfathomed tide
Of interminable pride–
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem;
I say that dream was fraught
With a wild and waking thought
Of beings that have been,
Which my spirit hath not seen,
Had I let them pass me by,
With a dreaming eye!
Let none of earth inherit
That vision on my spirit;
Those thoughts I would control,
As a spell upon his soul:
For that bright hope at last
And that light time have past,
And my wordly rest hath gone
With a sigh as it passed on:
I care not though it perish
With a thought I then did cherish.
Off the beaten path, here is a animatronic bust of Edgar Allan Poe.
Here is a reading of Edgar Allan Poe’s poem, Spirits of the Dead. It is read with a backdrop of aproPoe images.