Great news for book nerds!
Edgar Allan Poe’s house reopens [courtesy THE BALTIMORE SUN]
Great news for book nerds!
Edgar Allan Poe’s house reopens [courtesy THE BALTIMORE SUN]
What a perfect place to write.

Courtyard Garden
“And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.”-The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett
Frederick Philip Grove, 1921-1922.

Frederick Philip Grove, 1921-1922
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.
“Writing a story or a novel is one way of discovering sequence in experience, of stumbling upon cause and effect in the happenings of a writer’s own life.”-Eudora Welty
“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.
Venus de Milo by Edouard Vuillard, 1920.

Venus de Milo by Edouard Vuillard, 1920
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