Poe-tacular

First of all, my reasoning for the title.  The noun form of the word “spectacular” means “an impressive or large-scale display.”  I intend to devote this entire post to Mr. Edgar Allan Poe.  It will probably not be impressive or very large in scale…nonetheless, it made for a snappy title.  On with Poe!

He sure is a looker.

Edgar is one of my favorites, especially this time of year.  He is considered the father of the detective-fiction genre, and wrote some of the best psychological thrillers.  He was also one really strange dude.  He lived during the early 1800’s, and was pretty much in foster care for his entire childhood.  His mom died shortly after his birth, and his dad abandoned him soon after.  The ‘Allan’ in his name comes from his foster parents, John and Frances Allan.  When he was 26 years old, he married his 13 year old cousin Virginia Clemm.  Yipes.  Virginia died in 1847, and Edgar died two years later of unknown circumstances.  One thing I found said that he was taking the train to New York, and at some random stop he just got off and no one saw him for 2 weeks.  When they found him, he was at an insane asylum and died shortly after being found.  I have found nothing to verify that, so as usual don’t take this information too seriously.

Anyway, by all accounts, Poe led quite the macabre life.  While I wouldn’t wish that kind of life on anyone, I don’t think we would have such bone-chilling stories without Poe having such a life.  His short stories are epically suspenseful.  Such as The Masque of the Red Death or The Cask of Amontillado.  Recently, I chose to refresh my own recollection of his masterpieces by starting with The Pit and the Pendulum.  It truly is great, in its ghastly way.  I mean, he tells these stories from the point of view of the victims who are by and large quite intelligent people.  Therefore making the story that much more gruesome because the victim is fully aware of what is happening to him and in some cases for what reasons.  The Pit and the Pendulum is a guy who is thrown into some sort of crazy dungeon due to failing to meet certain criteria of his inquisitioners.  The character almost marvels at the ingenuity of the torture the monks had devised for him.  So logical, its no wonder I love his stories.  I think the next one I’ll read is The Fall of the House of Usher because it sounds so awesome.

I would be remiss not to mention Poe’s poems.  Of course everyone knows what is probably his most famous poem The Raven:

“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.”

That was obviously only an excerpt.  Its a pretty long poem, and its much better if you read it in its entirety.  Super creepy though, a poem about a guy who is driven mad by a raven.

I think my favorite poem by Poe though is Annabel Lee.  Here’s another excerpt:

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes! – that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee,

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Now go forth and get excited about Halloween!  Its just a little over a week away, in case you’ve been under a rock lately.  Go check out a book by Edgar to help you get in the spirit of things.

 

Salvino My Savior

**This post goes out to my favorite Weirdo…you know who you are!**

Lately, I’ve been made aware of several great offers on eyeglasses.  We’re talking two for one deals people.  In case you are not visually impaired, glasses are expensive.  In case you are visually impaired, get excited because that means we have something in common.

Usually I wear contacts.  Makes exercise a little easier in my opinion, and usually I prefer my overall look without glasses.  So contacts are pretty essential in my life.  Unfortunately, they have not figured out a way to make contacts last for a year without ever taking them out.  Instead, I have to take them out every night and put on my trusty glasses, to give my eyes a break.  This little paragraph had no point other than explaining my relationship with glasses.  Hope you enjoyed it.

Anyway, an inquisitive friend of mine got me thinking about just how long ago glasses came onto the scene.  When you consider what a lifesaver they are, its scary to think that if you’d been born in another time (obviously in the past) with bad eyesight you’d simply have to roam the earth thinking it was perfectly normal for everyone around you to look blurry.  Like this:

Nobody wants that.  Gives you headaches, yadda yadda.  All around a bad deal, I think we can all agree on that.

Okay, so back to the original point which I seem to be having trouble sticking to.  Salvino D’Armate.  Remember this name people.  Salvino is the savior of all the vision impaired.  He is credited with inventing eyeglasses in the year 1284 in Italy. (**Although there seems to be no clear record of who actually invented eyeglasses, Salvino is at least a contender.  Plus, for the purposes of this post, his name just rolls of the tongue quite nicely.  Please do not use this post as your only reference for historically accurate facts.  For that matter, this blog in general should not be considered a source of accurate information.  Its for fun people, get over it.)  Basically, people think Salvino did it because there was a memorial to him in an Italian church that stated he was the inventor of eyeglasses.  That’s good enough for me.

So now you have a reference point.  Eyeglasses pretty much came into being in the 1200’s.  I guess that means I’d have been visually safe had I been born in the days of Columbus.  I’m pretty glad I was born in this era though.  Our glasses are a lot cooler.