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Poe, Edgar Allan (died on this day in 1849)
Edgar Allan Poe died on 7 October 1849.
Edgar Allan Poe’s Grave, Baltimore.
“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.”-Edgar Allan Poe
[Book Nerd News] The Edgar Allan Poe House and Museum Reopened Yesterday
Great news for book nerds!
Edgar Allan Poe’s house reopens [courtesy THE BALTIMORE SUN]
Writers Writing: Frederick Philip Grove
Frederick Philip Grove, 1921-1922.
Frederick Philip Grove, 1921-1922
Autumn Weather, Where Are You?
Why doesn’t the landscape look like this yet? It is October, after all. Where are the jewel toned leaves carried on hearty, smoke-scented breezes?
Lane at Alchamps, Arles, Paul Gauguin, 1888.
I’m ready for hot cider and Thomas Hardy, fingerless gloves and Sylvia Plath. Please cooperate, Mother Nature, before winter scoots in and steals away autumn’s cloaked light and quiet beauty.
Links, Links, Links
- The Literary World’s Most Fascinating Dandies, Past and Present [courtesy FLAVORWIRE]
- An Annotated Guide to 15 of David Bowie’s Favorite Books [courtesy FLAVORWIRE]
- From Homer to Orwell: David Bowie’s 100 favourite books revealed [courtesy THE INDEPENDENT]
- Penguin Horror Series: Under the Covers [courtesy HUFF POST BOOKS]
[Alternative Muses] Coming and Going: T.S. Eliot/Edgar Degas Mashup
“Half of the harm that is done in this world is due to people who want to feel important. They don’t mean to do harm. But the harm does not interest them.”-T.S. Eliot (born on 9/26/1888)
Edgar Degas (died on 9/27/1917): The Millinery Shop, 1879/86. Art Institute of Chicago.
A Selection of Quotes from Frequently Banned Books, Part Two
- “A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.”-Lady Chatterley’s Lover, D.H. Lawrence
- “I have found God, but he is insufficient.”-Tropic of Cancer, Henry Miller
- “Confusion hath fuck his masterpiece.”-Naked Lunch, William S. Burroughs
A Brief Letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald on His Birthday
Dear Scott,
Another year has gone by, and I still find you as enigmatic and problematic as ever. You, who could write such beautiful words, ruffle my feathers like few others. You, who squandered such exemplary gifts, frustrate me to the point of madness. Although I’ve never loved you, not even a bit, I have spent some wonderful time in your company. At this point in the game, I realize that I will never stop questioning you and, in questioning you, relentlessly, learn more about myself than I ever cared to know. Happy birthday, you beautiful bastard.
Yours (but not really),
Maedez
F. Scott Fitzgerald by Gordon Bryant. Shadowland, 1921.
“I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.”-This Side of Paradise, F. Scott Fitzgerald
Daily Diversion #161: Reading with George
Bookmark: Stag at Sharkey’s, 1909, by George Bellows Book: STILL, by David S. Shields
“Both of the inventors of the visual glamour, Eickemeyer and Genthe, came from the ranks of the art photographers, that cadre of aesthetically ambitious cameramen and-women who in the 1890s organized into an international community intent on fighting the slapdash amateurism of the mass of Kodak-wielding weekend shutterbugs, the routine posing and eclectic composition of the professional portrait studio, and the condescension of a fine arts critical establishment that denigrated photography as a mechanical craft.”-STILL American Silent Motion Picture Photography, by David S. Shields
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