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Fresh clues could solve mystery of Poe's death |
2007-10-22 |
![]() It has been one of the great mysteries of the literary world: the strange death of Edgar Allan Poe, perhaps the most famous American horror writer of all. Since he died, raving insanely in a hospital bed, Poe's demise has been the subject of a multitude of theories, ranging from murder to mugging to alcoholism to political skulduggery to catching an infectious disease such as rabies. Now a leading American author, who has written a novel about Poe's death, believes that he has come up with convincing evidence that could at last solve the puzzle: brain cancer. Matthew Pearl, author of The Poe Shadow, spent three years researching Poe, especially the circumstances of his death. He had hoped to uncover new evidence to solve a mystery that has perplexed experts for more than 150 years. He thinks he has unearthed proof that Poe had a terrible brain tumour, which could explain why he died so dramatically. 'It would explain his hallucinations and his mental state before he died,' Pearl told The Observer. |
Posted by:anonymous5089 |
#4 Damn, damn damn, that's what I get for typing from memory. It's: I stared him out, I didn’t waver Clean up the floor? Do me a favor! So I finally got to savor Some small offering from his store. He fed me but I kept on stalling Told him I was past recalling Anything of his fair maiden Anything of lost Lenore I broke the wretched fellow’s spirit With my croaks of “Nevermore” And I’m immortalized for sure. |
Posted by: Zenster 2007-10-22 16:47 |
#3 From Peter Veale's pen, as toothsome a tidbit as one could ever hope for. The Raven’s Reply Swaggering home in raven fashion Feeling rather bold and dashing Thought I’d do some poet bashing Saw this light above a door. A sigh that E.A. Poe was poring O’er some problem bleak and boring Like how to rhyme with “Ulalume” or find a maiden named “Lenore” And when I heard the nutter mutter “Oh, my lost Lenore!” I tapped my beak upon his door Presently the joyless mortal Opened up his gloomy portal Eyed me with misgiving and Inquired what my visit was for I said I was a poor old raven Tuckered out and seeking haven Might I rest a while upon the bust of Pallas o’er his door? “The bust, well if you must” he answered Clearly shaken to the core But what news have you of Lenore?" By Jeeze, I mused, by flaming golly This man is clearly off his trolley I’ll play upon his melancholy As I perch above his door. I said Dear Brother Poe, I’m sorry. For I cannot ease your worry. Except that you might bring me Some small provision from your store. A piece of steak would do me nicely Even offal if you’re poor Oh, then I might remember more. “Corrupt and greedy bird he chided Is my sorrow thus derided One who’s lost a love as I did On the night’s Plutonian shore? Regards your attitude as callous So pray quit the bust of Pallas Where you seem disposed to spend Half the dreary night or more And pray clean up the raven droppings From my floor Before you’re banished from my door.” I stared him out, I didn’t waver So I finally got to savor Some small offering from his store. He fed me but I kept on stalling Told him I was past recalling Anything of his fair maiden Anything of lost Lenore I broke the wretched fellow’s spirit With my croaks of “Nevermore” And I’m immortalized for sure. |
Posted by: Zenster 2007-10-22 16:43 |
#2 The raven did it. |
Posted by: Mike 2007-10-22 09:05 |
#1 Wolfe too. Also: Been saving that illustration for awhile? I LOL'd. |
Posted by: Thomas Woof 2007-10-22 08:20 |