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Tribute to poe

Thu, 24 Apr 2003 05:07:15 PDT

I worked allllll last night on this project. Its kinda my illustration final. We had to pick a book and draw the cover as well as a inside illustration. It took me about a week and half to draw all of them and put text on,then 5 hours pulling my hair out trying to get them printed for class today. But i am proud of em. I was gonna upload them all seperate and bigger but i thought they worked as a whole better.

A Tribute to Edgar Allan Poe

Mon, 30 Oct 2006 19:02:53 PST

3ds max + vray + photohop

Poe's Black Cat

Wed, 30 Apr 2008 18:30:42 PDT

This is a tribute piece to Poe's short story The Black Cat.
Painter IX and Photoshop

Tribute to Poe

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 13:09:28 PST

Une petite idée comme ça en passant Un hommage au grand Poe

Just a little thing. A tribute to Poe

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Thanks to all the stock providers

texture: *frozenstocks
crows: ~dollieflesh-stock

Edgar Allan Poe

Wed, 14 Dec 2005 12:53:01 PST

full title: "Hearing Him - a tribute to Edgar Allan Poe". Commissioned.

reproduction of The Raven poem, postcard, frame, wasp, bottle, Germanic Bible, butterfly wing, feather, cup, rose, skeleton leaf, skeleton key, "book" pendant, velour.

Edgar Allen Poe Tribute

Fri, 13 Jul 2012 19:56:46 PDT

So here are my tribute to one of my favourite authors, Edgar Allen Poe.

POEVEN (Poe + Raven)
Dark/Flying
Ability: Early Bird/ Big Pecks
POEVEN have tails of elegant hue,
They can write letters,
From me to you.

MACORVA (MACABRE + CORVINE)
Dark/Flying
Ability: Early Bird/Big Pecks
MACORA's feathers, even when exposed to light,
are always, always, black as night.

Pokemon (c) to Nintendo.
These two (c) to me!

Tribute to Edgar Allan Poe

Tue, 18 Jan 2011 17:55:34 PST

Tribute I did to Edgar Allan Poe. Continue reading to find out what's what, or just admire it the way it is.

The rock the raven is perched on is what made Poe, what made him stand up to make what he made.

The legs are filled with vocabulary words used in his writings, this is what let him stand to create his works.

The body itself is what Poe is, created and will always be.

The eye is my own little signature.

Made using Illustrator, and traced from a base template of a drawn picture of a raven from howstuffworks.

Edgar Allen Poe Tribute

Wed, 27 Dec 2006 11:10:09 PST

And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.

"The Masque of the Red Death" - Edgar Allen Poe

Edgar Allen Poe is one of my inspirations and I decided to make a tribute piece dedicated to some of his famous stories and poems. The piece itself took more than six weeks to complete and I am very happy with how it turned out.

Can you guess the stories and poems I used in the picture?

Done with Watercolors

K. Fischer

Edgar Allen Poe Tribute © 2006 K. Fischer

Tribute to a Master

Tue, 23 Jan 2007 22:00:55 PST

The Lighter side of Edgar Allan Poe........
Well, this is meant as a tribute to the master on his b-day last January 19 (read a book dammit!)...and a parody too, for all sakes.
Contrary to popular notion, not all of Poe's tales are scary. Yes, they're dark and brooding, and one can almost be lost by the strangeness of his tales...but, after I have read almost 50 of his stories (and counting!) and poems, some are light and humorous...they kind of reminded me of the satirical works of Voltaire (Uh, oh, bibliophile speaking!).
Well, I'll leave you all with this^^I don't wanna sound like a Poe scholar...

Edgar Allan Poe

Tue, 09 Mar 2010 05:57:18 PST

Hello!!

This is a tribute to Edgar Allan Poe, for the spanish digital magazine Imaginarios, to illustrate an article about his life and poetry.

I have tried to evocate the essence of his dramatic and peculiar point of view about the pain, love and emptiness of life, all surrounded by the darkness of his verses and the veil of his romantic madness.

Black crows and cats, a mirror that reflects the portrait of Poe, focusing on the Other Side of Nevermore. A graveyard, and the bottle of cognac and the three black roses that have been placed during the last 60 years on his tombstone.

Imaginarios #3, March 2010: [link]

About 50 hours, Photoshop CS3, Wacom Graphire4, an a lot of references for the gravestones, cat and crows, mirror, Poe´s portrait and so on.

Thank you very much for visiting!! I hope you enjoyed it!! Comments and critics are very welcome!!

www.davidpuertas.com
www.imaginarios.es
www.espadaybrujeria.com

Tribute To Poe

Mon, 30 Aug 2010 10:11:48 PDT

Tribute to Poe
8x10
Paper collage with a copy of the Raven printed
Ink
Cardboard
Button
Beads
White mesh tape (reminds me of spider web i love it so)
Old Frame

I found an old frame that had a cardboard backing that has been laying around the house for a long time. I found some print outs of the raven laying around aswell which sparked this. Edgar Allan Poe inspires me greatly i don't mind admiting tho ive not read every single thing hes done. But the ones i have read have actually filled me with fright and make me hold my breath incase it gets stolen. I have never read any other words/books that have been capable of making me feel this way and i admire him deeply because of this.

I do feel this piece maybe lacking something tho, im unsure what to add to it. What do you think?

Here is also a lovely website all about Mr Poe
[link]

Tribute to Poe

Mon, 24 Oct 2011 17:28:58 PDT

Popped into my head one day

The Raven By Edgar Allan Poe

Fri, 10 Aug 2007 16:41:05 PDT

A tribute to Poe...

Tribute to Poe

Thu, 30 Jun 2005 21:30:55 PDT

this is a tribute to the best writer ever, Edgar Allan Poe. Though this poem wasn't written by myself jeje it's very deep...

hope everyone likes it!

Lily Valo

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p.s.
i'm sure Valo will love this one jajaj

Edgar Allan Poe Original Grave

Sat, 31 Dec 2011 07:16:17 PST

Edgar Allan Poe (January 19, 1809 October 7, 1849) was an American author, poet, editor and literary critic, considered part of the American Romantic Movement. Best known for his tales of mystery and the macabre, Poe was one of the earliest American practitioners of the short story and is considered the inventor of the detective fiction genre. He is further credited with contributing to the emerging genre of science fiction.[1] He was the first well-known American writer to try to earn a living through writing alone, resulting in a financially difficult life and career.[2]

He was born as Edgar Poe in Boston, Massachusetts; he was orphaned young when his mother died shortly after his father abandoned the family. Poe was taken in by John and Frances Allan, of Richmond, Virginia, but they never formally adopted him. He attended the University of Virginia for one semester but left due to lack of money. After enlisting in the Army and later failing as an officer's cadet at West Point, Poe parted ways with the Allans. His publishing career began humbly, with an anonymous collection of poems, Tamerlane and Other Poems (1827), credited only to "a Bostonian".

Poe switched his focus to prose and spent the next several years working for literary journals and periodicals, becoming known for his own style of literary criticism. His work forced him to move among several cities, including Baltimore, Philadelphia, and New York City. In Baltimore in 1835, he married Virginia Clemm, his 13-year-old cousin. In January 1845 Poe published his poem, "The Raven", to instant success. His wife died of tuberculosis two years after its publication. He began planning to produce his own journal, The Penn (later renamed The Stylus), though he died before it could be produced. On October 7, 1849, at age 40, Poe died in Baltimore; the cause of his death is unknown and has been variously attributed to alcohol, brain congestion, cholera, drugs, heart disease, rabies, suicide, tuberculosis, and other agents.[3]
Poe and his works influenced literature in the United States and around the world, as well as in specialized fields, such as cosmology and cryptography. Poe and his work appear throughout popular culture in literature, music, films, and television. A number of his homes are dedicated museums today.

Early life

He was born Edgar Poe in Boston, Massachusetts, on January 19, 1809, the second child of actress Elizabeth Arnold Hopkins Poe and actor David Poe, Jr. He had an elder brother, William Henry Leonard Poe, and a younger sister, Rosalie Poe.[4] Edgar may have been named after a character in William Shakespeare's King Lear, a play the couple was performing in 1809.[5] His father abandoned their family in 1810,[6] and his mother died a year later from consumption (pulmonary tuberculosis). Poe was then taken into the home of John Allan, a successful Scottish merchant in Richmond, Virginia, who dealt in a variety of goods including tobacco, cloth, wheat, tombstones, and slaves.[7] The Allans served as a foster family and gave him the name "Edgar Allan Poe",[8] though they never formally adopted him.[9]

The Allan family had Poe baptized in the Episcopal Church in 1812. John Allan alternately spoiled and aggressively disciplined his foster son.[8] The family, including Poe and Allan's wife, Frances Valentine Allan, sailed to Britain in 1815. Poe attended the grammar school in Irvine, Scotland (where John Allan was born) for a short period in 1815, before rejoining the family in London in 1816. There he studied at a boarding school in Chelsea until summer 1817. He was subsequently entered at the Reverend John Bransbys Manor House School at Stoke Newington, then a suburb four miles (6 km) north of London.[10]

Poe moved back with the Allans to Richmond, Virginia in 1820. In 1824 Poe served as the lieutenant of the Richmond youth honor guard as Richmond celebrated the visit of the Marquis de Lafayette.[11] In March 1825, John Allan's uncle[12] and business benefactor William Galt, said to be one of the wealthiest men in Richmond, died and left Allan several acres of real estate. The inheritance was estimated at $750,000. By summer 1825, Allan celebrated his expansive wealth by purchasing a two-story brick home named Moldavia.[13] Poe may have become engaged to Sarah Elmira Royster before he registered at the one-year-old University of Virginia in February 1826 to study languages.[14] The university, in its infancy, was established on the ideals of its founder, Thomas Jefferson. It had strict rules against gambling, horses, guns, tobacco and alcohol, but these rules were generally ignored. Jefferson had enacted a system of student self-government, allowing students to choose their own studies, make their own arrangements for boarding, and report all wrongdoing to the faculty. The unique system was still in chaos, and there was a high dropout rate.[15] During his time there, Poe lost touch with Royster and also became estranged from his foster father over gambling debts. Poe claimed that Allan had not given him sufficient money to register for classes, purchase texts, and procure and furnish a dormitory. Allan did send additional money and clothes, but Poe's debts increased.[16] Poe gave up on the university after a year, and, not feeling welcome in Richmond, especially when he learned that his sweetheart Royster had married Alexander Shelton, he traveled to Boston in April 1827, sustaining himself with odd jobs as a clerk and newspaper writer.[17] At some point he started using the pseudonym Henri Le Rennet.[18]
Military career

Unable to support himself, on May 27, 1827, Poe enlisted in the United States Army as a private. Using the name "Edgar A. Perry", he claimed he was 22 years old even though he was 18.[19] He first served at Fort Independence in Boston Harbor for five dollars a month.[17] That same year, he released his first book, a 40-page collection of poetry, Tamerlane and Other Poems, attributed with the byline "by a Bostonian". Only 50 copies were printed, and the book received virtually no attention.[20] Poe's regiment was posted to Fort Moultrie in Charleston, South Carolina and traveled by ship on the brig Waltham on November 8, 1827. Poe was promoted to "artificer", an enlisted tradesman who prepared shells for artillery, and had his monthly pay doubled.[21] After serving for two years and attaining the rank of Sergeant Major for Artillery (the highest rank a noncommissioned officer can achieve), Poe sought to end his five-year enlistment early. He revealed his real name and his circumstances to his commanding officer, Lieutenant Howard. Howard would only allow Poe to be discharged if he reconciled with John Allan and wrote a letter to Allan, who was unsympathetic. Several months passed and pleas to Allan were ignored; Allan may not have written to Poe even to make him aware of his foster mother's illness. Frances Allan died on February 28, 1829, and Poe visited the day after her burial. Perhaps softened by his wife's death, John Allan agreed to support Poe's attempt to be discharged in order to receive an appointment to the United States Military Academy at West Point.[22]

Poe finally was discharged on April 15, 1829, after securing a replacement to finish his enlisted term for him.[23] Before entering West Point, Poe moved back to Baltimore for a time, to stay with his widowed aunt Maria Clemm, her daughter, Virginia Eliza Clemm (Poe's first cousin), his brother Henry, and his invalid grandmother Elizabeth Cairnes Poe.[24] Meanwhile, Poe published his second book, Al Aaraaf, Tamerlane and Minor Poems, in Baltimore in 1829.[25]
Poe traveled to West Point and matriculated as a cadet on July 1, 1830.[26] In October 1830, John Allan married his second wife, Louisa Patterson.[27] The marriage, and bitter quarrels with Poe over the children born to Allan out of affairs, led to the foster father finally disowning Poe.[28] Poe decided to leave West Point by purposely getting court-martialed. On February 8, 1831, he was tried for gross neglect of duty and disobedience of orders for refusing to attend formations, classes, or church. Poe tactically pled not guilty to induce dismissal, knowing he would be found guilty.[29]

He left for New York in February 1831, and released a third volume of poems, simply titled Poems. The book was financed with help from his fellow cadets at West Point, many of whom donated 75 cents to the cause, raising a total of $170. They may have been expecting verses similar to the satirical ones Poe had been writing about commanding officers.[30] Printed by Elam Bliss of New York, it was labeled as "Second Edition" and included a page saying, "To the U.S. Corps of Cadets this volume is respectfully dedicated." The book once again reprinted the long poems "Tamerlane" and "Al Aaraaf" but also six previously unpublished poems including early versions of "To Helen", "Israfel", and "The City in the Sea".[31] He returned to Baltimore, to his aunt, brother and cousin, in March 1831. His elder brother Henry, who had been in ill health in part due to problems with alcoholism, died on August 1, 1831.[32]
Publishing career

After his brother's death, Poe began more earnest attempts to start his career as a writer. He chose a difficult time in American publishing to do so.[33] He was the first well-known American to try to live by writing alone[2][34] and was hampered by the lack of an international copyright law.[35] Publishers often pirated copies of British works rather than paying for new work by Americans.[34] The industry was also particularly hurt by the Panic of 1837.[36] Despite a booming growth in American periodicals around this time period, fueled in part by new technology, many did not last beyond a few issues[37] and publishers often refused to pay their writers or paid them much later than they promised.[38] Poe, throughout his attempts to live as a writer, had to repeatedly resort to humiliating pleas for money and other assistance.[39]
After his early attempts at poetry, Poe had turned his attention to prose. He placed a few stories with a Philadelphia publication and began work on his only drama, Politian. The Baltimore Saturday Visiter awarded Poe a prize in October 1833 for his short story "MS. Found in a Bottle".[40] The story brought him to the attention of John P. Kennedy, a Baltimorean of considerable means. He helped Poe place some of his stories, and introduced him to Thomas W. White, editor of the Southern Literary Messenger in Richmond. Poe became assistant editor of the periodical in August 1835,[41] but was discharged within a few weeks for being caught drunk by his boss.[42] Returning to Baltimore, Poe secretly married Virginia, his cousin, on September 22, 1835. He was 26 and she was 13, though she is listed on the marriage certificate as being 21.[43] Reinstated by White after promising good behavior, Poe went back to Richmond with Virginia and her mother. He remained at the Messenger until January 1837. During this period, Poe claimed that its circulation increased from 700 to 3,500.[4] He published several poems, book reviews, critiques, and stories in the paper. On May 16, 1836, he had a second wedding ceremony in Richmond with Virginia Clemm, this time in public.[44]
The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket was published and widely reviewed in 1838.[45] In the summer of 1839, Poe became assistant editor of Burton's Gentleman's Magazine. He published numerous articles, stories, and reviews, enhancing his reputation as a trenchant critic that he had established at the Southern Literary Messenger. Also in 1839, the collection Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque was published in two volumes, though he made little money off of it and it received mixed reviews.[46] Poe left Burton's after about a year and found a position as assistant at Graham's Magazine.[47]
In June 1840, Poe published a prospectus announcing his intentions to start his own journal, The Stylus.[48] Originally, Poe intended to call the journal The Penn, as it would have been based in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. In the June 6, 1840 issue of Philadelphia's Saturday Evening Post, Poe bought advertising space for his prospectus: "Prospectus of the Penn Magazine, a Monthly Literary journal to be edited and published in the city of Philadelphia by Edgar A. Poe."[49] The journal was never produced before Poe's death. Around this time, he attempted to secure a position with the Tyler administration, claiming he was a member of the Whig Party.[50] He hoped to be appointed to the Custom House in Philadelphia with help from President Tyler's son Robert,[51] an acquaintance of Poe's friend Frederick Thomas.[52] Poe failed to show up for a meeting with Thomas to discuss the appointment in mid-September 1842, claiming to be sick, though Thomas believed he was drunk.[53] Though he was promised an appointment, all positions were filled by others.[54]
One evening in January 1842, Virginia showed the first signs of consumption, now known as tuberculosis, while singing and playing the piano. Poe described it as breaking a blood vessel in her throat.[55] She only partially recovered. Poe began to drink more heavily under the stress of Virginia's illness. He left Graham's and attempted to find a new position, for a time angling for a government post. He returned to New York, where he worked briefly at the Evening Mirror before becoming editor of the Broadway Journal and, later, sole owner.[56] There he alienated himself from other writers by publicly accusing Henry Wadsworth Longfellow of plagiarism, though Longfellow never responded.[57] On January 29, 1845, his poem "The Raven" appeared in the Evening Mirror and became a popular sensation. Though it made Poe a household name almost instantly,[58] he was paid only $9 for its publication.[59] It was concurrently published in The American Review: A Whig Journal under the pseudonym "Quarles".[60]
The Broadway Journal failed in 1846.[56] Poe moved to a cottage in the Fordham section of The Bronx, New York. That home, known today as the "Poe Cottage", is on the southeast corner of the Grand Concourse and Kingsbridge Road. Virginia died there on January 30, 1847.[61] Biographers and critics often suggest Poe's frequent theme of the "death of a beautiful woman" stems from the repeated loss of women throughout his life, including his wife.[62]
Increasingly unstable after his wife's death, Poe attempted to court the poet Sarah Helen Whitman, who lived in Providence, Rhode Island. Their engagement failed, purportedly because of Poe's drinking and erratic behavior. However, there is also strong evidence that Whitman's mother intervened and did much to derail their relationship.[63] Poe then returned to Richmond and resumed a relationship with his childhood sweetheart, Sarah Elmira Royster.[64]
Death

On October 3, 1849, Poe was found on the streets of Baltimore delirious, "in great distress, and... in need of immediate assistance", according to the man who found him, Joseph W. Walker.[65] He was taken to the Washington College Hospital, where he died on Sunday, October 7, 1849, at 5:00 in the morning.[66] Poe was never coherent long enough to explain how he came to be in his dire condition, and, oddly, was wearing clothes that were not his own. Poe is said to have repeatedly called out the name "Reynolds" on the night before his death, though it is unclear to whom he was referring. Some sources say Poe's final words were "Lord help my poor soul."[66] All medical records, including his death certificate, have been lost.[67] Newspapers at the time reported Poe's death as "congestion of the brain" or "cerebral inflammation", common euphemisms for deaths from disreputable causes such as alcoholism.[68] The actual cause of death remains a mystery;[69] from as early as 1872, cooping was commonly believed to have been the cause,[70] and speculation has included delirium tremens, heart disease, epilepsy, syphilis, meningeal inflammation,[3] cholera[71] and rabies.[72]
Griswold's "Memoir"
The day Edgar Allan Poe was buried, a long obituary appeared in the New York Tribune signed "Ludwig". It was soon published throughout the country. The piece began, "Edgar Allan Poe is dead. He died in Baltimore the day before yesterday. This announcement will startle many, but few will be grieved by it."[73] "Ludwig" was soon identified as Rufus Wilmot Griswold, an editor, critic and anthologist who had borne a grudge against Poe since 1842. Griswold somehow became Poe's literary executor and attempted to destroy his enemy's reputation after his death.[74]
Rufus Griswold wrote a biographical article of Poe called "Memoir of the Author", which he included in an 1850 volume of the collected works. Griswold depicted Poe as a depraved, drunk, drug-addled madman and included Poe's letters as evidence.[74] Many of his claims were either lies or distorted half-truths. For example, it is now known that Poe was not a drug addict.[75] Griswold's book was denounced by those who knew Poe well,[76] but it became a popularly accepted one. This occurred in part because it was the only full biography available and was widely reprinted and in part because readers thrilled at the thought of reading works by an "evil" man.[77] Letters that Griswold presented as proof of this depiction of Poe were later revealed as forgeries.[78]
Literary style and themes

Genres
Poe's best known fiction works are Gothic,[79] a genre he followed to appease the public taste.[80] His most recurring themes deal with questions of death, including its physical signs, the effects of decomposition, concerns of premature burial, the reanimation of the dead, and mourning.[81] Many of his works are generally considered part of the dark romanticism genre, a literary reaction to transcendentalism,[82] which Poe strongly disliked.[83] He referred to followers of the movement as "Frogpondians" after the pond on Boston Common.[84] and ridiculed their writings as "metaphor-run", lapsing into "obscurity for obscurity's sake" or "mysticism for mysticism's sake."[85] Poe once wrote in a letter to Thomas Holley Chivers that he did not dislike Transcendentalists, "only the pretenders and sophists among them."[86]
Beyond horror, Poe also wrote satires, humor tales, and hoaxes. For comic effect, he used irony and ludicrous extravagance, often in an attempt to liberate the reader from cultural conformity.[80] In fact, "Metzengerstein", the first story that Poe is known to have published,[87] and his first foray into horror, was originally intended as a burlesque satirizing the popular genre.[88] Poe also reinvented science fiction, responding in his writing to emerging technologies such as hot air balloons in "The Balloon-Hoax".[89]
Poe wrote much of his work using themes specifically catered for mass market tastes.[90] To that end, his fiction often included elements of popular pseudosciences such as phrenology[91] and physiognomy.[92]
Literary theory
Poe's writing reflects his literary theories, which he presented in his criticism and also in essays such as "The Poetic Principle".[93] He disliked didacticism[94] and allegory,[95] though he believed that meaning in literature should be an undercurrent just beneath the surface. Works with obvious meanings, he wrote, cease to be art.[96] He believed that quality work should be brief and focus on a specific single effect.[93] To that end, he believed that the writer should carefully calculate every sentiment and idea.[97] In "The Philosophy of Composition", an essay in which Poe describes his method in writing "The Raven", he claims to have strictly followed this method. It has been questioned, however, if he really followed this system. T. S. Eliot said: "It is difficult for us to read that essay without reflecting that if Poe plotted out his poem with such calculation, he might have taken a little more pains over it: the result hardly does credit to the method."[98] Biographer Joseph Wood Krutch described the essay as "a rather highly ingenious exercise in the art of rationalization".[99]
Literary influence
During his lifetime, Poe was mostly recognized as a literary critic. Fellow critic James Russell Lowell called him "the most discriminating, philosophical, and fearless critic upon imaginative works who has written in America", though he questioned if he occasionally used prussic acid instead of ink.[100] Poe was also known as a writer of fiction and became one of the first American authors of the 19th century to become more popular in Europe than in the United States.[101] Poe is particularly respected in France, in part due to early translations by Charles Baudelaire. Baudelaire's translations became definitive renditions of Poe's work throughout Europe.[102]
Poe's early detective fiction tales featuring C. Auguste Dupin laid the groundwork for future detectives in literature. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle said, "Each [of Poe's detective stories] is a root from which a whole literature has developed.... Where was the detective story until Poe breathed the breath of life into it?"[103] The Mystery Writers of America have named their awards for excellence in the genre the "Edgars".[104] Poe's work also influenced science fiction, notably Jules Verne, who wrote a sequel to Poe's novel The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket called An Antarctic Mystery, also known as The Sphinx of the Ice Fields.[105] Science fiction author H. G. Wells noted, "Pym tells what a very intelligent mind could imagine about the south polar region a century ago."[106]
Like many famous artists, Poe's works have spawned innumerable imitators.[107] One interesting trend among imitators of Poe, however, has been claims by clairvoyants or psychics to be "channeling" poems from Poe's spirit. One of the most notable of these was Lizzie Doten, who in 1863 published Poems from the Inner Life, in which she claimed to have "received" new compositions by Poe's spirit. The compositions were re-workings of famous Poe poems such as "The Bells", but which reflected a new, positive outlook.[108]
Even so, Poe has received not only praise, but criticism as well. This is partly because of the negative perception of his personal character and its influence upon his reputation.[101] William Butler Yeats was occasionally critical of Poe and once called him "vulgar".[109] Transcendentalist Ralph Waldo Emerson reacted to "The Raven" by saying, "I see nothing in it"[110] and derisively referred to Poe as "the jingle man".[111] Aldous Huxley wrote that Poe's writing "falls into vulgarity" by being "too poetical"the equivalent of wearing a diamond ring on every finger.[112]
It is believed that only 12 copies of Poe's first book, Tamerlane and Other Poems, have survived. In December 2009, one copy sold at Christie's, New York for $662,500, a record price paid for a work of American literature.[113]
Physics and cosmology
Eureka: A Prose Poem, an essay written in 1848, included a cosmological theory that presaged the Big Bang theory by 80 years,[114][115] as well as the first plausible solution to Olbers' paradox.[116][117] Poe eschewed the scientific method in Eureka and instead wrote from pure intuition.[118] For this reason, he considered it a work of art, not science,[118] but insisted that it was still true[119] and considered it to be his career masterpiece.[120] Even so, Eureka is full of scientific errors. In particular, Poe's suggestions opposed Newtonian principles regarding the density and rotation of planets.[121]
Cryptography
Poe had a keen interest in cryptography. He had placed a notice of his abilities in the Philadelphia paper Alexander's Weekly (Express) Messenger, inviting submissions of ciphers, which he proceeded to solve.[122] In July 1841, Poe had published an essay called "A Few Words on Secret Writing" in Graham's Magazine. Realizing the public interest in the topic, he wrote "The Gold-Bug" incorporating ciphers as part of the story.[123] Poe's success in cryptography relied not so much on his knowledge of that field (his method was limited to the simple substitution cryptogram), as on his knowledge of the magazine and newspaper culture. His keen analytical abilities, which were so evident in his detective stories, allowed him to see that the general public was largely ignorant of the methods by which a simple substitution cryptogram can be solved, and he used this to his advantage.[122] The sensation Poe created with his cryptography stunt played a major role in popularizing cryptograms in newspapers and magazines.[124]
Poe had an influence on cryptography beyond increasing public interest in his lifetime. William Friedman, America's foremost cryptologist, was heavily influenced by Poe.[125] Friedman's initial interest in cryptography came from reading "The Gold-Bug" as a childinterest he later put to use in deciphering Japan's PURPLE code during World War II.[126]
Poe in popular culture
Poe as a character
Main articles: Edgar Allan Poe in popular culture and Edgar Allan Poe in television and film
The historical Edgar Allan Poe has appeared as a fictionalized character, often representing the "mad genius" or "tormented artist" and exploiting his personal struggles.[127] Many such depictions also blend in with characters from his stories, suggesting Poe and his characters share identities.[128] Often, fictional depictions of Poe use his mystery-solving skills in such novels as The Poe Shadow by Matthew Pearl.[129]
Preserved homes, landmarks, and museums
No childhood home of Poe is still standing, including the Allan family's Moldavia estate. The oldest standing home in Richmond, the Old Stone House, is in use as the Edgar Allan Poe Museum, though Poe never lived there. The collection includes many items Poe used during his time with the Allan family and also features several rare first printings of Poe works. The dorm room Poe is believed to have used while studying at the University of Virginia in 1826 is preserved and available for visits. Its upkeep is now overseen by a group of students and staff known as the Raven Society.[130]
The earliest surviving home in which Poe lived is in Baltimore, preserved as the Edgar Allan Poe House and Museum. Poe is believed to have lived in the home at the age of 23 when he first lived with Maria Clemm and Virginia (as well as his grandmother and possibly his brother William Henry Leonard Poe).[131] It is open to the public and is also the home of the Edgar Allan Poe Society. Of the several homes that Poe, his wife Virginia, and his mother-in-law Maria rented in Philadelphia, only the last house has survived. The Spring Garden home, where the author lived in 18431844, is today preserved by the National Park Service as the Edgar Allan Poe National Historic Site.[132] Poe's final home is preserved as the Edgar Allan Poe Cottage in the Bronx, New York.[61]
Other Poe landmarks include a building in the Upper West Side, where Poe temporarily lived when he first moved to New York. A plaque suggests that Poe wrote "The Raven" here. In Boston, a plaque hangs near the building where Poe was born once stood. Believed to have been located at 62 Carver Street (now Charles Street), the plaque is possibly in an incorrect location.[133][134] The bar in which legend says Poe was last seen drinking before his death still stands in Fells Point in Baltimore, Maryland. Now known as The Horse You Came In On, local lore insists that a ghost they call "Edgar" haunts the rooms above.[135]
Poe Toaster
Adding to the mystery surrounding Poe's death, an unknown visitor affectionately referred to as the "Poe Toaster" paid homage to Poe's grave annually beginning in 1949. As the tradition carried on for more than 60 years, it is likely that the "Poe Toaster" was actually several individuals, though the tribute was always the same. Every January 19, in the early hours of the morning, the person made a toast of cognac to Poe's original grave marker and left three roses. Members of the Edgar Allan Poe Society in Baltimore helped protect this tradition for decades. On August 15, 2007, Sam Porpora, a former historian at the Westminster Church in Baltimore where Poe is buried, claimed that he had started the tradition in the 1960s. Porpora said the claim that the tradition began in 1949 was a hoax in order to raise money and enhance the profile of the church. His story has not been confirmed,[136] and some details he gave to the press have been pointed out as factually inaccurate.[137] The Poe Toaster's last appearance was on January 19, 2009, the day of Poe's bicentennial.

Poe's The Raven

Sun, 01 May 2011 15:04:09 PDT

Edgar Allan Poe tribute.

Poe

Thu, 28 Apr 2011 05:25:17 PDT

some kind of tribute to E.A. Poe ♥

a tribute to poe....

Mon, 24 Aug 2009 07:11:33 PDT

...und der rote Tod hatte sie alle in seiner Gewalt.

Victor-A Edgar A. Poe tribute

Mon, 23 Oct 2006 05:36:51 PDT

This realistic drawing of Victor is a tribute to one of the masters of horror in literature through the ages, Edgar A. Poe. the pic was inspired in the famous Poe's poem, the raven:

THE RAVEN

[First published in 1845]

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 visitor,' 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 named 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 visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor 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 darkness 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 above 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 further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow will he 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 sad soul 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, 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 has 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 named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named 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!

Enjoy reading the poem and enjoy with my pic!

Doing with pencil.

Victor Van Dort belongs to Tim Burton and Carlos Grangel.
"The Raven" belongs to Edgar A. Poe.

The Poe Toaster

Fri, 25 May 2012 10:53:32 PDT

The Poe Toaster, since the toaster is no more, thought I would do a whimsical tribute to him. Ballpoint with sepia tones via Photoshop.

The Raven-tribute to Edgar Allan Poe

Wed, 05 Sep 2012 21:11:44 PDT

loved the poem! i bought a small book of his early works. used a photograph from the internet to draw the raven. Yay! picture reference!!! but how the heck do i suck a drawing cubes and chains?! the chains are just circles and lines!!!!!!!!! I learned how draw cubes in 3rd grade!!!!! aaaaag!!!!!! i hate cubes! >

...*NEVER MORE*...

WIP Edgar Allan Poe shoes

Sat, 05 Aug 2006 17:13:54 PDT

The next pair of shoes I am working on are a tribute to Edgar Allan Poe.
I love Poe and his short stories and poems.
I drew his picture on one shoe and a raven quoting, "Nevermore" on the other.

I'm not doing these as a commission, just for fun.
They will be available when I'm done painting them.

These are size 9-9.5 US.

EDIT- Two years later and I finally finished them: [link]

Edgar Alla Poe

Thu, 26 Feb 2009 16:55:12 PST

Homenaje a Edgar Allan Poe

Full view please

A tribute to Poe

Thu, 14 Jul 2011 01:25:27 PDT

In memory of E.A,Poe

No, I am no warrior'
Not a lion with a heart of steel,
No,I am not a champion,
That nations before me kneel.
I am but a simple soul, a child,
now before you all.
I am but a wandering spirit,
waiting for my Father's final call.
A life that should be rich and sweet'
now sours in my soul.
Now,I shake and shiver,blasted by the dark eternal cold.
Even though the sun is bright, and God's creatures joyously sing.
The pangs of nameless shadows,rage, and sorrow,unending stings.
Why has this come to pass?Of this I do not know.
I pray,I pray,this too shall pass,
and this poor sinner will someday feel
Heaven's loving glow.

In memory of Edgar Allan Poe

Wed, 27 Feb 2013 14:45:58 PST

I wanted to do a tribute to E. Allan Poe because of his awesome stories and books, I really love them! He's one of my favourite writers! :3

DRAWING DETAILS: [link]

Done in A3 paper and inked with uniPin 0.05, 0.1, 0.2 and 0.6

_{Art (c) ~RushiSketcher}

Poe's Dreamland

Wed, 27 Jun 2007 16:18:45 PDT

A tribute to one of Poe's best poems.... I love this one so much!

Dream-land

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule-
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE- out of TIME.

Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the tears that drip all over;
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters- lone and dead,-
Their still waters- still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.

By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead,-
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily,-
By the mountains- near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,-
By the grey woods,- by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp-
By the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the Ghouls,-
By each spot the most unholy-
In each nook most melancholy-
There the traveller meets aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past-
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by-
White-robed forms of friends long given,
In agony, to the Earth- and Heaven.

For the heart whose woes are legion
'Tis a peaceful, soothing region-
For the spirit that walks in shadow
'Tis- oh, 'tis an Eldorado!
But the traveller, travelling through it,
May not- dare not openly view it!
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed;
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.

(by Edgar Allan Poe)

...

picture of sunset by me
picture of Poe: here
rest of images: screen captures from Lord of the Rings (taken by me; disclaimer: I do not own these characters yadayadayada)

Spirits of the dead

Tue, 15 Jan 2008 03:58:22 PST

Tribute to E. A. Poe

edgar allan poe

Fri, 27 Jun 2003 14:21:25 PDT

my fictitious band in [link] made a tribute to Poe's work, so here it is

Good Night Master Poe...

Tue, 18 Oct 2011 04:41:54 PDT

That's a kind of tribute for Edgar Allan Poe. I still remember the first book I read from him : it was "The Pit and the Pendulum".

Still pen and ink drawing and probably the last.

Poe Toaster hat

Thu, 22 Apr 2010 16:28:27 PDT

I sell my paintings at Flowermart festival here in Baltimore. Every year there's a hat contest where old ladies come out in their giant fancy hats covered in flowers. I've decided I'm going to enter this year...

My crazy hat is a tribute to the Poe Toaster, who is a mysterious shadowy figure who leaves a bottle of cognac and three red roses at Poe's original grave site every year on his birthday. Unfortunately, he didn't show up this year No one is sure why.

The framed portrait is a print of my own Poe painting.

Tribute to Poe's 'The Raven'

Tue, 27 Apr 2010 18:47:35 PDT

i did a biography project in FPLA and i chose poe (Ah! bad starter in koelpin standards!!)

for my project i decided that i wanted to include a small poem in the style of poe's 'the raven', so here you go! enjoy!

Bunny Allan Poe

Mon, 31 Oct 2011 00:28:27 PDT

FULL VIEW!!!

The new (finally finished) member of my Bunny Munsters Colection!

I'm a big fan of Edgar Allan Poe, I know he's not a monster per se, but he's one of the best (if not the BEST) horror tale writers ever!

This is my tribute to this man, despite I feel it lacks of something.... Anyway, hope u like it!

Happy Halloween! :3

The other members of the Bunny Munster serie: [link]

A Tribute to Edgar Allan Poe

Mon, 19 Jan 2009 18:04:38 PST

A Tribute to Poe

Mon, 13 Feb 2012 04:59:31 PST

I adore Edgar Alan Poe. When I have time, I'll type out all of what the words say. They're all lines from his poetry. ^_^

E A Poe

Sat, 28 May 2011 13:00:55 PDT

Poe tribute near his birthplace

Edgar Allan Poe Tribute

Mon, 27 Apr 2009 06:27:05 PDT

My tribute to one of the greatest horroor writers ever. Maybe I'll do Lovecraft next...
10 points for anyone who knows why the bottom text is clever

Made with Illustrator and Photoshop

Poe: Forevermore

Mon, 05 Mar 2012 14:59:27 PST

My tribute to Edgar Allan Poe. Watercolor, acrylic, and ink. His face is made of a bunch of ravens (if you can't tell).

Neverender

Fri, 20 Aug 2010 23:50:27 PDT

reupload 2009
tribute to Edgar Allan Poe

I <3 U

Tribute to Edgar Allen Poe

Tue, 23 Oct 2007 18:25:55 PDT

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!

My tribute to Edgar Allen Poe's 'The Raven.' It was only fitting, given that we share the same birthday.

lenore, oh lenore

Fri, 14 Sep 2012 12:04:34 PDT

_{photo, model, others: victoria morphine.

tribute for Edgar Allan Poe.}

Tribute to Mister Poe

Mon, 21 Nov 2011 08:51:32 PST

tribute to one of my favorite writers Mr. Edgar A. Poe

Nevermore

Sun, 15 Aug 2010 16:14:37 PDT

I <3 U

Quoth The Raven~Nevermore

Sun, 14 Oct 2012 14:57:05 PDT

GUYS! im currently running a survey which has to do with my thesis entitled 'Illustrating literary works' It'll be much appreciated if you guys can fill out this quick 7 multiple choice question survey for me for quantitative research :3

[link]
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A tribute to Edgar Allan Poe's 'The Raven' . I adore this poem, its beautiful, enthralling and so damn dark! a true masterpiece... Please do enjoy, fave or comment as you wish

Photoshop cs4.
Approx 4-5 hours.

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 visitor,' 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 named 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 visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor 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 darkness 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 above 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 further 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 sad soul 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 has 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 named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named 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!

-Edgar Allan Poe - The Raven

Edgar Allan poe

Fri, 23 Jan 2009 05:29:17 PST

A tribute to Poe.

Poe

Fri, 19 Oct 2012 03:59:16 PDT

A tribute to a literary mastermind.

Jack+Jill by E.A. Poe REVISED

Fri, 29 Jul 2011 06:19:18 PDT

Decided to enter a poetry contest recently to see if I could make any money. Anyway, the stipulations allow for up to four poems to be entered, with only one eligible to win (meaning if you enter four poems, only can be declared a winner, instead of the awesome idea of getting quadruple prize money.)

So, as one of the four, I decided to dig up this old poem from November 9th, 2006, and update it so it made more sense and looked better with the other poems in my set. It took hours. Or at least it felt like hours. All I know is I started compiling and editing four poems at 3AM, and I just finished and it's 6AM now. This piece definitely was the most labor-intensive, though. I blame as much time as possible on this guy. Think it may have lost a bit of the original's break-neck flow, but it still seems pretty fluid, and the words and punctuation actually make sense now.

I think it turned out a bit darker than the first version, and I hope it didn't lose any of its humor in that. Grim as it is, it's still funny when you step back and think about it. Oh, and yes, "overshaken" isn't a word. Just like "oversprinkled" isn't a word in "The Bells," but Poe used it anyway. Obviously, there are a lot of tributes and jabs at him in this.

Hope you enjoy the new version. It's nice to see old work shine again.

Oh, and no, I'm not so heartless as to delete the other version and force people on this. A George Lucas clone I am not.

Moved the other version to my scraps. You can find it right here: [link]

nevermore

Wed, 19 May 2010 14:15:53 PDT

a tribute to E.A. Poe's "Raven"

this one was very challenging, I wanted the print to look like an old book or maybe like the original Poe's script!

At the end the letters was much more difficult to engrave than the raven itself!

I used the last two verses of the poem for the backround which
are the following:

`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!

Hope you like it

An Ode to Poe - chant royale

Tue, 02 Dec 2008 20:43:20 PST

There you go, ~VaginalJesus. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY.

Because I didn't learn from my last Chant Royale, My Nightmare. And I was bored. And VJ gives me good challenges.

And I'm masochistic.

Edgar Allan Poe was one of the first renowned American writers to try to make his living just by writing. This resulted in constant struggle throughout his life.

Here's a tribute, of sorts, to the struggle of Master Poe.

With references to a few of his works.

First to spot all of them gets a cookie.

This is another Chant Royale, making my second attempt at the form.

This form... is pure evil.

But you know what? I'm glad I did it.

If only because I can rub this in VJ's face and crow delightfully, "Haha! You doubted me!" XD

Oh, and I am not, nor am I affiliated in any way with Edgar Allan Poe or any of his bloodline.

Just so you know.

(PS - I think it gets worse towards the end. But I LOVE lines 7 & 8 of the fourth stanza. They're my favourite lines :3)

(PPS - this took me two. f*****g. weeks.)

Edgar Allan Poe

Mon, 21 Jan 2013 20:33:38 PST

A tribute to the master of horror, Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe

Thu, 15 Mar 2007 11:59:59 PDT

My Edgar Allan Poe tribute!
Made in five minutes.

If you like these, please . In a similar aspect, comments are greatly appreciated.

Chibi Poe

Tue, 20 Jul 2010 07:01:10 PDT

I love poe and his works with all my heart. So I made this little cute tribute.

El Cuervo...Edgar Allan Poe

Mon, 17 Dec 2007 18:52:04 PST

This is a Draw that I made full in freehand no sketch on pencil, not at all, start in freehand and was finished there,
I really like this picture, and it was for a homework, in digital tecniques, it's somethig diferent for what I do, but kind of like me, its a tribute for one of my favorist writer...Edgar Allan Poe from the book The Crow...

please coments are welcome....

Tribute to Poe

Mon, 29 Aug 2011 12:42:38 PDT

my little tribute to Edger Allen Poe, as well as other masters of classic horror.
i have two books of poe, dracula, and the strange case of dr. jekyll and mr. hyde.
and, of course, my fake crow (wish he was real!) and the very same crow feather i found on the day i found out i was a semi-finalist in a poem contest...which i framed...XD
what? i like crows.
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Edgar Allen Poe Tribute

Mon, 27 Feb 2012 17:41:39 PST

A tribute to the best Romanticist writer ever. Did my own little excuse for a poem. The last bit is really only for me to understand.

Edgar Allen Poe, chilling with the Raven on his shoulder while he drinks some wine.

Edgar Allan Poe

Wed, 21 Mar 2012 02:13:03 PDT

The most talent poet in my opinion. The oh so dark stories that send chills down your spine. A tribute to Egar Allan Poe's The Raven and The Black Cat.

A tribute to Poe

Sat, 03 Jan 2004 03:20:33 PST

A tribute to the great Edgar Allen Poe and to the greatest poem ever created by human hands "The Raven"

Poe tattoo

Mon, 27 Aug 2007 22:09:07 PDT

So this is a tattoo I did for a friend at my work she wanted a tattoo tribute to Edgar Allan Poe and she got me to do it for her. So here it is if you dont know your Poe they go as followed from the bottom up. The Raven, The Pit and the Pendulum, The Tell Tale Heart, and at the top is The Bells so yeah enjoy.

Done in pencil and took about 4-5 hours.

Tribute to Vincent

Sat, 08 Mar 2008 06:04:15 PST

Tribute to Vincent Price.

The voice, the character, the man.

He will always be awesome.

Thanks Fangoria!

Tablet sketch.

Edgar Allan Poe Mini Bust

Thu, 17 Nov 2011 03:27:15 PST

Paying tribute to the father of the modern horror story and mystery novel, Martin Spindler is proud to present from the Legacy Of Delight And Terror Collection:

::The Edgar Allan Poe Mini Bust:: (Marble-Like Edition)

Specially crafted based on the image of Edgar Allan Poe, Authentic and highly detailed fully realized likeness of Edgar Allan Poe.

*Approximately 5" Inches tall!

*Highly detailed hair sculpture!

*Real-like facial expression with details wrinkles and gesture!

*The base is conformed with 3 old antiques text books & skull!

Hand made and sculptured in Buenos Aires by the Artist Martin Spindler.

(All content and pictures Copyright Martin Spindler unless otherwise stated. All copyrighted characters are presented here solely as examples of this artists portfolio work. Martin Spindler retains rights of his original sculptures, and paint design work.)

Respectfully

Martin Spindler.