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Episode 24: The Bell Tale Heart

 

Ranker: 15 Bizarre Facts About the Tragic Life of Edgar Allan Poe

the burial site of Edgar Allan Poe, 519 West Fayette Street, Baltimore, Maryland, USA: Westminster Hall and Burying Ground

E. A. Poe Society of Baltimore: Results of Tests on the Hair of Virginia and Edgar A. Poe: Arsenic, Lead, Mercury, Nickel, Uranium, & Vanadium

Saram Elmira Royster

Death of Edgar Allan Poe:

 

 

The Mystery of Edgar Allan Poe’s Death: 19 Theories on What Caused the Poet’s Demise

 

 

The Bells“, Edgar Allan Poe, courtesy of Bartleby.com

HEAR the sledges with the bells,
          Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
    How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
        In the icy air of night!          5
    While the stars, that oversprinkle
    All the heavens, seem to twinkle
        With a crystalline delight;
      Keeping time, time, time,
      In a sort of Runic rhyme,   10
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
    From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
          Bells, bells, bells—
  From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
    Hear the mellow wedding bells,   15
          Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
    Through the balmy air of night
    How they ring out their delight!
      From the molten-golden notes,   20
          And all in tune,
      What a liquid ditty floats
  To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
          On the moon!
      Oh, from out the sounding cells,   25
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
          How it swells!
          How it dwells
      On the Future! how it tells
      Of the rapture that impels   30
    To the swinging and the ringing
      Of the bells, bells, bells,
    Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
          Bells, bells, bells—
  To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!   35
    Hear the loud alarum bells,
          Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
    In the startled ear of night
    How they scream out their affright!   40
      Too much horrified to speak,
      They can only shriek, shriek,
          Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,   45
      Leaping higher, higher, higher,
      With a desperate desire,
    And a resolute endeavor
    Now—now to sit or never,
  By the side of the pale-faced moon.   50
      Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
      What a tale their terror tells
          Of Despair!
    How they clang, and clash, and roar!
    What a horror they outpour   55
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
      Yet the ear it fully knows,
          By the twanging
          And the clanging,
      How the danger ebbs and flows;   60
    Yet the ear distinctly tells,
          In the jangling
          And the wrangling,
    How the danger sinks and swells,—
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells,   65
          Of the bells,
    Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
          Bells, bells, bells—
  In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!
    Hear the tolling of the bells,   70
          Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
    In the silence of the night
    How we shiver with affright
  At the melancholy menace of their tone!   75
    For every sound that floats
    From the rust within their throats
          Is a groan.
    And the people—ah, the people,
    They that dwell up in the steeple,   80
          All alone,
  And who tolling, tolling, tolling,
    In that muffled monotone,
  Feel a glory in so rolling
    On the human heart a stone—   85
They are neither man nor woman,
They are neither brute nor human,
      They are Ghouls:
  And their king it is who tolls;
  And he rolls, rolls, rolls,   90
        Rolls
    A pæan from the bells;
  And his merry bosom swells
    With the pæan of the bells,
  And he dances, and he yells:   95
  Keeping time, time, time,
  In a sort of Runic rhyme,
    To the pæan of the bells,
        Of the bells:
  Keeping time, time, time,  100
  In a sort of Runic rhyme,
  To the throbbing of the bells,
  Of the bells, bells, bells—
    To the sobbing of the bells;
  Keeping time, time, time,  105
    As he knells, knells, knells,
  In a happy Runic rhyme,
  To the rolling of the bells,
    Of the bells, bells, bells:
    To the tolling of the bells,  110
  Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
        Bells, bells, bells—
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

 

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Episode 1: Poe and Carla and Cupcakes: Nicetameetcha

Poe and Carla and Cupcakes: Nicetameetcha

In which Carla explains why eccentric doesn’t equal crazy, that horror poetry is a thing, and cupcakes are linked to better mental health. And books. So many books.

Believe only of what you see, and nothing of what you hear.

Edgar Allan Poe

original of Poe’s “Annabel Lee” manuscript, 1846

Annabel Lee

By Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;–
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

She was a child and was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingéd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

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, 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 her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea. (original manuscript says “by the side of the sea”)

 

 

Valentine
Virginia‘s acrostic Valentine to Edgar, 1846, in her handwriting

text of Virginia Clemm Poe’s acrostic Valentine :

Ever with thee I wish to roam–

Dearest my life is thine.

Give me a cottage for my home

And a rich old cypress vine

Removed from the world with its sin and care

And the tattling of many tongues.

Love alone shall guide us when we are there–

Love shall heal my weakened lungs;

And Oh, the tranquil hours we’ll spend,

Never wishing that others may see!

Perfect ease we’ll enjoy without thinking to lend

Ourselves to the world and its glee–

Ever peaceful and blissful we’ll be.

 

Saturday February 14, 1846.

 

Harold Schechter: Edgar Allan Poe Mysteries series order

  1. Nevermore
  2. The Hum Bug aka Edgar Allan Poe and the Mystery Museum
  3. The Mask of Red Death aka Edgar Allan Poe and the Frontier Fiend
  4. The Tell-Tale Corpse aka Edgar Allan Poe and the Concord Killer

Greg Behrendt:

more info on the Myers-Briggs, the INFJ (me) and the INFP (Poe)–take the test yourself at 16personalities.com

Book Riot: The Myers-Briggs Types of  101 Famous Authors (caveat: according to Book Riot)

 

And who is that John Nash guy with all the connections? I’m glad you asked: book, movie (everything’s connected)

The Dollop’s website, for which I write: thedollop.net — thedollop.net/tag/Poe

 

Podcast recommendations (tell ’em I sent you):

 

Edith Wharton’s spot-on take on the horrors of social drama and vicious gossip: The Age of Innocence (movie). Nailed the dismount.

 

See how everything’s connected? — Fascinating background context to their lives

Presidents during their lives:

at Edgar’s birth, until March 4, 1809: Thomas Jefferson; then James Madison

at Virginia’s birth, 1822: James Monroe

at Virginia’s death, 1847: James K. Polk

at Edgar’s death, 1849: Zachary Taylor

I always had this (erroneous, I see) picture in my head of Lincoln‘s being president during Edgar’s adult writing career. Hrm. Cognitive dissonance and reframing in brain occurring…now.

Full list of presidents from period of January 19, 1809 (Edgar’s birth) to October 7, 1849 (Edgar’s death)/(presidents in office during both Edgar and Virginia’s (18221847) lives in italics):

The first (and second) presidents ever to die in office! Imagine awakening to that newspaper. How earthshaking. Whoops, um, President Harrison has died after 30 days in office. Yeah, we don’t know to act, either, beyond inaugurating the vice president. AWKward. Stay tuned.

Harrison was also the last US president to be born a British subject on American soil (Charles City, Virginia); so, when his VP, John Tyler was elected, he was the first American-born citizen to be inaugurated as president. Yes, that means that James K. Polk was the first American citizen to be elected president. If you win at trivia thanks to me, give my podcast a shoutout, and let me know, hey?

Wars during this period:

War of 1812 (18121815)
Mexican War (18461848)

States ratified during Edgar’s life: 13 (the 5 states that joined the Union during Virginia’s life are in italics):

  1. Louisiana: 1812
  2. Indiana: 1816
  3. Mississippi: 1817
  4. Illinois: 1818
  5. Alabama: 1819
  6. Maine: 1820
  7. Missouri: 1821
  8. Arkansas: 1836
  9. Michigan: 1837
  10. Florida: 1845
  11. Texas: 1845
  12. Iowa: 1846
  13. Wisconsin: 1848

Think about it! 13 states became part of the United States during Poe’s lifetime! That’s not a casual hey-how-you-doing, now-you-belong-to-the-neighborhood-watch-committee thing. Edgar went to bed 13 times to awaken to newsies shouting about an entirely new state moving in next door. Make friends, because Arkansas just moved in and is never leaving. Enjoy your coffee; we’re 25 states now, not 24, don’t get it twisted. Welcome to the future.

 links in this section are to tags for these events and years at thedollop.net; if some of them don’t have any articles attached, they will eventually, believe you me

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