On October 7, 1849, Edgar Allan Poe died, leaving a mystery worthy of one of his many short stories.
Four days earlier, a drunken and delirious Poe was found in a Baltimore street. Taken to a hospital, he drifted in and out of semi-conciousness. His doctor tried asking what had happened, but Poe never gave a coherent response.
Historians have spent the ensuing years arguing about what really occurred. Poe was courting a woman in Richmond for a possible marriage. One theory has her brothers hiring someone to beat him up. Another theory has to do with what was then called "couping". This was when a political party would kidnap someone, get them drunk and then make them vote. The practice was common in pre Civil War Maryland.
In the end, perhaps the greatest of all American writers died drunk, broke, and without family.
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Out of body,
Out of time,
Out of liquor,
Out of rhyme
Lost in traffic,
Lost in space,
Lost in writing,
Lost in place
Lack of patience,
Lack of sight,
Lack of vision,
Lack of fight
Full of anguish,
Full of pain,
Full of questions,
Full of rain.
© Jeff Zang 2023
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The river flows into Fall,
The air now chill and nippy
And along with fallen leaves,
It washes pain to the Mississippi
Let the Autumn wind take my pall
Then blow it past the Moon
As the long nights bring the stars
Which chase away my gloom.
Let the season lay to rest,
The sultry Summer Sun
Then embrace me like a lover,
Now that Fall has finally come.
© Jeff Zang 2023
Picture of the Ohio River by me. The Huntington Flood wall is right behind our backyard.
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The frequency of the rose thrums
Her enchantments blooming with pink petal blossoms glowing in my heart’s bouquet
If only for today—I choose
I am self love
I am self worth
I am self belief
My heart aglow with pink fire
Should you walk beside me
I would only wish
For you to share in the growing desire
Of your own beauty and worth
Come, let us foray and seek saint of the rose together
Beside her hearth
Poem ©️HJ Cross poetry
Pexel image by Pixabay
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Symmetry sometimes
deems it
wise
to flow askew,
masquerading
as havoc
and strewn-about
aimlessness, so
wild
in its light, all our
glows and glimmers,
and embers
within your eyes
that kindle mine
like dawn,
like Eos in
her dance,
and wild
she traces
love
in the sky with sunlit
fingers;
I gift my touch
to you
just as warm,
just as wild.
© Anna S. 2023
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This is the original promo film for Nights In White Satin, from December of 1967.
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A real obscurity for your Saturday evening. I do not know much about Mythical Meadow. They came from Ottawa and had 3 or 4 singles in Canada. The Day Has Come came out in 1969 on Quality Records in their homeland, then Colossus picked it up in January of 1970 for American release.
In my teen years, I had a bit of a Prog phase, and this song takes me back to a time of black lit rooms and burning strawberry incense. Very trippy stuff here. Lots of Hammond Organ and whoever produced this liked playing around with stereo. Dim the lights, and put on a good pair of headphones. You'll be glad you did.
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Title: The Scarlet Ribbon
Artist: Theo van Rysselberghe
Date: 1906
Style: Pointillism
Genre: Genre Painting
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The literary side of John Lennon gets a rare showing in this interview promoting his book of poetry, A Spaniard In The Works, 1965.
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It's been a long week. Saturday night is on the way, and we need to dance. What better record to bop to than Soul Finger by The Bar Kays. This reached #17 on the Billboard Hot 100 (#3 R 'n B).
The Bar Kays became Otis Redding's back up band in the fall of 1967. Sadly, most of the group perished in the plane crash that killed Otis in December, 1967. Only trumpet player Ben Cauly survived the accident (another group member James Alexander, took a later flight).
A special dedication to @hjcross_poetry who loves to dance.
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It took most of the summer, but I finally have a genuine sweet red pepper from my veggie garden.
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A solitary wildflower seen on my morning walk.
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Macbeth Sees Bonco's Ghost, Théodore Chassériau, 1854.
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Refuge, 1912
Frederick Stuart Church, 1842-1924
Smithsonian American Art Museum
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Moon meets Jupiter & its moons ©
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Am I alive, or just existing?
A question.
That does not require answer—
For, I found universal gates
Beckoning in strawberry kisses
And the smell of honey apples
Tonight, I drink my cider
And do not worry.
Tomorrow,
I will decide again.
—Poem ©️ HJ Cross with a Pexel image by Tijana Drndarski
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On my morning walk, I ran across a couple deer foraging in the strip of forest next to the Ohio River.
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