About Edgar

This evening I had the pleasure of attending a lecture about Edgar Allan Poe by Amy Branam Armiento, Ph.D., professor of English at Frostburg State University and immediate past president of the Poe Studies Association. Titled “The Macabre Poe,” the lecture is part of the annual October run of spooky, horror, and dark talks hosted by Profs and Pints, which brings college faculty members into bars, cafés, company offices, and other off-campus venues to share their knowledge.

Dr. Armiento gave a great presentation and I picked up a few tidbits about the great Poe that I didn’t know before. For example, he had something of a contentious relationship with his foster father, John Allan, so if you have a signed collectible and Poe’s signature spells out “Allan,” there’s a very good chance the signature is not authentic. I couldn’t blame Poe if he was resentful. He was taken in by John and Frances Allan when he was three years old and they never officially adopted him. Harsh.

So much for naming my bookends Edgar and Allan. Out of respect they are now Edgar and Lenore. See also, I’ve always thought it would be fun and rather metal to have two Vasa parrots and name them Edgar and Allan.

A black Greater Vasa Parrot in a palm tree.
Greater Vasa Parrot. (Image: Wikipedia)

I doubt I’ll ever have Vasas though. If I ever spy a pair at Phoenix Landing, I’ll be there, but they’re hard to come by on the adoption circuit.

A woman in the audience tonight was involved in naming the current Baltimore NFL team, and thank goodness she’s a Poe fan. Otherwise, the Ravens might have been named the Blue Crabs or the Lighthouses. I’m sure both the team and whoever designed the Ravens logo appreciate that. Too bad this audience member wasn’t also involved in renaming the D.C. team, which used to be called the Redskins and now goes by the Commanders. My guess is no woman was involved in that nonsense, or at least no one who ever read or watched The Handmaid’s Tale and doesn’t hate women.

Joseph Fiennes as Commander Fred Waterford in The Handmaid's Tale.
Joseph Fiennes as Commander Fred Waterford in The Handmaid’s Tale. Now we know where JD Vance gets his make-up ideas.

I picked up a copy of More Than Love: The Enduring Fascination with Edgar Allan Poe, a collection of essays edited by Dr. Armiento. In the essays, writers, poets, actors, visual artists, musicians, tour guides, teachers, and others describe how Poe has influenced their careers. I can’t wait to read it–but first, I will have to dig into my Barnes & Noble’s collector’s edition, The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe for a refresher on some of the tales Dr. Armiento discussed tonight.

A book titled "More Than Love: The Enduring Fascination with Edgar Allan Poe."

And now for today’s candy, Necco wafers. These hardened discs of sugar and flavoring could have been made yesterday and they would still taste like they came into the world the same day Poe did.

The End of 56

Finally Friday! And the last day of age 56 for me. I don’t know what 57 holds in store, but it dang well had better be an improvement over 56, let me tell you. I’ll save any rehashing and revisiting for the Holidailies year-end recap (and probably cry when I write it), but let’s just say that I have some major goals for what I want to achieve over the next year. Some of them will have to wait until the 2024 because I’m traveling a lot in November and early December, and then there are the holidays, but I do think my life will look very different by the time I’m 58. Hey, I may look very different by this time next year. Happier, for one thing.

Also, not for nothing, as of 11:21 a.m. tomorrow I will have outlived everyone on my father’s side of the family except my father, who was 78 when he died. Bad tickers killed ’em all by 57, and I seem to have inherited the gene for that. Whee! However, he lived a normal lifespan by staying active, managing his blood pressure, watching his weight, not smoking, etc., and I intend to do the same. But just to be on the safe side, I’m not crossing any streets or putting any forks in any sockets this evening.

Maybe I shouldn’t watch anything with jump-scares tonight, either, heh. Gotta say, I was more impressed than I thought I would be with the Exorcist prequel. Well, one of the Exorcist prequels. There are two, the same story told by two different directors. The one I watched last night was Exorcist: The Beginning. It got lousy reviews, but it creeped me out and the underground church was absolutely stunning in its horrific beauty so I’ll call it a win. I may try to find the other prequel, Dominion: Prequel to the Exorcist, just to compare the two.

And now for a little vampire haiku…

A white rose with blood drops.
Image: Pixabay

Smoke and Ash

A black and white photo of two birds in a bare tree.
Image: Zach Lezniewicz

I don’t believe in any gods, but I do believe that the earth is a living thing. If there is judgment to be rendered, it will come in the form of our extinction for all the destruction we’ve wrought upon the land and all the harm we’ve done to all the living things upon it.

The creatures of air, land, and sea do not need us and will not miss us.