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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 visiter,” 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 visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visiter 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 mortal 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 blessed 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 farther 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 lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls 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 of 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 lamp-light 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!
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Old 10-08-2014, 09:24 AM   #2
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Happy After-Birthday, Edgar Allen P----O----E
We've never met, so you don't know me
I have a hard time reading The Raven
As I approach stanza ten
My attention span begins to wander
As I ponder
Will this poem ever end?
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It's always been a fave of mine
Dark and enchanting
I feel the damp chill
But i have to agree with mag, it seems to go on longer than necessary and by the end i'm drifting some.
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It's always been a fave of mine
Dark and enchanting
I feel the damp chill
But i have to agree with mag, it seems to go on longer than necessary and by the end i'm drifting some.
The difficulty for me lies less in the length and more in the fact that there is no switch up in the routine.
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Happy After-Birthday, Edgar Allen P----O----E
We've never met, so you don't know me
I have a hard time reading The Raven
As I approach stanza ten
My attention span begins to wander
As I ponder
Will this poem ever end?
Actually, it's the 165th anniversary of his death, after being found face down in a gutter. He was taken to a hospital, but was incoherent for a day and then died.
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Old 10-08-2014, 10:46 AM   #6
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...after being found face down in a gutter. He was taken to a hospital, but was incoherent for a day and then died.
story of my life, bronze...actually one of the greatest poems as a starting point for anyone writing poetry or song lyrics...
echoed here:
Now who is that knocking
Who's knocking at my chamber door
Now could it be the police
They come and take me for a ride-ride
Oh but I haven't got the time-time
Hey hey hey she's busy sucking on my ding-dong
She's busy sucking on my ding-dong

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If The Raven is read fast, one feels the frenetic patter of the words, be interesting to hear it with tempo changes
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story of my life, bronze...actually one of the greatest poems as a starting point for anyone writing poetry or song lyrics...
echoed here:
Now who is that knocking
Who's knocking at my chamber door
Now could it be the police
They come and take me for a ride-ride
Oh but I haven't got the time-time
Hey hey hey she's busy sucking on my ding-dong
She's busy sucking on my ding-dong

Sister Ray - Velvet Underground 45 years after it's release, a reissue

If The Raven is read fast, one feels the frenetic patter of the words, be interesting to hear it with tempo changes
There is nothing more slave to trendery than academic critique and Poe has had his turn in the barrel. After 165 years, The Raven remains one of the most powerful expressions of grief in the English language.

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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 farther 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.”
Never ending grief is here to stay.
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There is nothing more slave to trendery than academic critique and Poe has had his turn in the barrel. After 165 years, The Raven remains one of the most powerful expressions of grief in the English language.


Never ending grief is here to stay.
I agree
There's a desperate longing in the repetitions. Echos of the last grain of hope.
And also a tremble of fear
And if you have a soul, the words lenore and nevermore are never forgotten.
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There is nothing more slave to trendery than academic critique and Poe has had his turn in the barrel. After 165 years, The Raven remains one of the most powerful expressions of grief in the English language.


Never ending grief is here to stay.
by logic if x is never ending, one would assume it is hanging around

I mentioned this once before, Bloom has a series of criticisms of poets, by various people that do this shit. Poe's was about evenly divided as too whether he was great or a schlockmeister.

And there is nothing less slave to trendery than academic critique as there is more money in it, even though generally written without grants.

Here is a picture of him laughing


he looks remarkably well fed
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or parodies
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by logic if x is never ending, one would assume it is hanging around

I mentioned this once before, Bloom has a series of criticisms of poets, by various people that do this shit. Poe's was about evenly divided as too whether he was great or a schlockmeister.

And there is nothing less slave to trendery than academic critique as there is more money in it, even though generally written without grants.

Here is a picture of him laughing


he looks remarkably well fed
Nobody would get much attention for their dissertation if all it said was, "Everybody else is right." Writing about other writers is a tough gig and English majors have all due respect from me. If a 21st century English major were to critique a 1921 Ford Model-T, it would run something along the line of, "You call this a car? It doesn't even have windows or a heater."

When John Kennedy O'Tooles Confederacy of Dunces was published, it was hailed as a work of genius. These days, it's often reassessed and to no one's surprise, it's overrated, much like Shakespeare.
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Happy After-Birthday, Edgar Allen P----O----E
We've never met, so you don't know me
I have a hard time reading The Raven
As I approach stanza ten
My attention span begins to wander
As I ponder
Will this poem ever end?
Poe wrote the best short essay on poetry I've read and he actually shares your disinterest in long poems, saying the reader's soul is meant to be excited and there's no way to sustain that development in a long poem. But he was really talking about epics, and during that period people had more time for repetition and what we would consider long poems.

http://www.bartleby.com/28/14.html

"IN speaking of the Poetic Principle, I have no design to be either thorough or profound. While discussing, very much at random, the essentiality of what we call Poetry, my principal purpose will be to cite for consideration some few of those minor English or American poems which best suit my own taste, or which upon my own fancy have left the most definite impression. By “minor poems” I mean, of course, poems of little length. And here in the beginning permit me to say a few words in regard to a somewhat peculiar principle, which, whether rightfully or wrongfully, has always had its influence in my own critical estimate of the poem. I hold that a long poem does not exist. I maintain that the phrase, “a long poem,” is simply a flat contradiction in terms."


If you're reading Poe for elegant ideas and unique symbols, you'll come up short 9/10 lines. He was a song writer without a suitable method for delivering his songs, he wrote for the pop charts that wouldn't exist for 100 years.
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If you're reading Poe for elegant ideas and unique symbols, you'll come up short 9/10 lines. He was a song writer without a suitable method for delivering his songs, he wrote for the pop charts that wouldn't exist for 100 years.
That's got Magnetron written all over it.
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much like Shakespeare.
How can Shakespeare be overrated when he has added so much to the English language? People and even great writers still, often unaware, use the idioms he created.

When my daughter was three, she stood in awe in the rain in the Globe theatre through three and a half hours of Much A Do About Nothing. Nrmally, you couldn't get her to sit still for five minutes. Mind you, it was a great performance.

At school I hated Shakespeare because it was pushed down our throats. Now, I am a huge fan. His use of language is so rich and creative.
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Nobody would get much attention for their dissertation if all it said was, "Everybody else is right." Writing about other writers is a tough gig and English majors have all due respect from me. If a 21st century English major were to critique a 1921 Ford Model-T, it would run something along the line of, "You call this a car? It doesn't even have windows or a heater."

When John Kennedy O'Tooles Confederacy of Dunces was published, it was hailed as a work of genius. These days, it's often reassessed and to no one's surprise, it's overrated, much like Shakespeare.
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How can Shakespeare be overrated when he has added so much to the English language? People and even great writers still, often unaware, use the idioms he created.

When my daughter was three, she stood in awe in the rain in the Globe theatre through three and a half hours of Much A Do About Nothing. Nrmally, you couldn't get her to sit still for five minutes. Mind you, it was a great performance.

At school I hated Shakespeare because it was pushed down our throats. Now, I am a huge fan. His use of language is so rich and creative.
if by overrated Bronze means he doesn't have windows or a heater, I would tend to agree, however if Shakespeare did he would come off as overheated. Somewhat more of an Eliot.

All great works of genius must have horses. Like the Midnight Ride of Paul Revere.
Which was complete historical horseshit. Of course Shakespeare wrote with the taint of Tudor flies.
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Poe wrote the best short essay on poetry I've read and he actually shares your disinterest in long poems, saying the reader's soul is meant to be excited and there's no way to sustain that development in a long poem. But he was really talking about epics, and during that period people had more time for repetition and what we would consider long poems.

http://www.bartleby.com/28/14.html

"IN speaking of the Poetic Principle, I have no design to be either thorough or profound. While discussing, very much at random, the essentiality of what we call Poetry, my principal purpose will be to cite for consideration some few of those minor English or American poems which best suit my own taste, or which upon my own fancy have left the most definite impression. By “minor poems” I mean, of course, poems of little length. And here in the beginning permit me to say a few words in regard to a somewhat peculiar principle, which, whether rightfully or wrongfully, has always had its influence in my own critical estimate of the poem. I hold that a long poem does not exist. I maintain that the phrase, “a long poem,” is simply a flat contradiction in terms."


If you're reading Poe for elegant ideas and unique symbols, you'll come up short 9/10 lines. He was a song writer without a suitable method for delivering his songs, he wrote for the pop charts that wouldn't exist for 100 years.
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I maintain that a long poem must either be set in Hell, or have a lot of dirt in it, paraphrasing Dante.

Somehow all this reminds me of this
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How can Shakespeare be overrated when he has added so much to the English language? People and even great writers still, often unaware, use the idioms he created.

When my daughter was three, she stood in awe in the rain in the Globe theatre through three and a half hours of Much A Do About Nothing. Nrmally, you couldn't get her to sit still for five minutes. Mind you, it was a great performance.

At school I hated Shakespeare because it was pushed down our throats. Now, I am a huge fan. His use of language is so rich and creative.
This is a very good question, for which I don't actually have an answer. You may need to consult an English major.

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This is a very good question, for which I don't actually have an answer. You may need to consult an English major.

If you need council on strange noises from under your hood, or a strange light which advises you to check your engine, I am your man.
I suspect car mechanics know more about poetry and rhythm than English majors who probably know very little about cars.
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Edgar Allen Poe



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 visiter,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”

.....

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 lamp-light 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!

you will love this Tuscan whole milk review/spoof [by 'Edgar']:

http://www.amazon.com/review/RXXPVOU...SIN=B00032G1S0

The next review and quite a few others are genius too.
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I suspect car mechanics know more about poetry and rhythm than English majors who probably know very little about cars.
this thread is full of prattle
but your engine has a rattle
you're looking at 500 bucks
and the motor's dead in the door
and the turn signal's no longer blinkin
and the rear panel's really rusted
so wtf are you thinkin
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you will love this Tuscan whole milk review/spoof [by 'Edgar']:

http://www.amazon.com/review/RXXPVOU...SIN=B00032G1S0

The next review and quite a few others are genius too.
actually one of the greatest poems as a starting point for anyone writing poetry or song lyrics...
or parodies

see neither an English major or a car mechanic will tell you that. only a fuckin comedian.
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This is a very good question, for which I don't actually have an answer. You may need to consult an English major.

If you need council on strange noises from under your hood, or a strange light which advises you to check your engine, I am your man.
Actually, clink n clank, i do have a problem, and the other chumps were stumped.
Put a new battery in
ZOOM ZOOM ZOOM
but a mile down the road
the dark cloud did loom
The harbinger radio
played potent to the coast
not east or west
this bitch was toast
Towed to here
dragged to there
cat scan to oil pan
and still no repair
It sits now forlornly
abandoned, ignored
In a dark dank garage
right next to a ford
Not a pulse, nor a prattle
not a bobblehead rattle
and my mule's gone lame
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Old 10-13-2014, 11:05 PM   #24
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Actually, clink n clank, i do have a problem, and the other chumps were stumped.
Put a new battery in
ZOOM ZOOM ZOOM
but a mile down the road
the dark cloud did loom
The harbinger radio
played potent to the coast
not east or west
this bitch was toast
Towed to here
dragged to there
cat scan to oil pan
and still no repair
It sits now forlornly
abandoned, ignored
In a dark dank garage
right next to a ford
Not a pulse, nor a prattle
not a bobblehead rattle
and my mule's gone lame
so i've sold off my saddle.
2000 Lesabre
Any ideas?
Most like corroded terminals at the crankshaft position sensor.
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Old 10-14-2014, 12:30 AM   #25
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Most like corroded terminals at the crankshaft position sensor.
Thanks bronze, but why wouldn't that show up on a dealer's diagnostics?
The damn thing just died and won't do annything and everyone shrugs. One said probably modules.
Anyway, thanks again
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