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Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Quoth the Raven Nevermore

posted by on June 14 at 18:55 PM

“Villains!” I shrieked, “Dissemble no more. I admit the deed — tear up the planks! Here, here! — It is the beating of his hideous heart.” E. A. Poe - Tell Tale Heart

Charlottesville, VA. - Star Hill

Van ears sift - Wolf Eyes, Rachel’s, and Matmos - The Civil War.

In 1826, Edgar Allan Poe attended The University of Virginia. Poe’s room, number 13 on the West Range, is maintained by the Raven Society as a shrine to its former occupant. A glass door allows people to look inside and supposedly see the sparse furnishings as they were when Poe was there. Well, Poe had to leave the University of Virginia because he couldn’t afford it. The University didn’t want him. Now, the room where he lived is sanctified and on display. Now, they claim him and name things after him. Where was all their support and reverence for him back in the day? Seems like a crock to me.

The University of Virginia turned Poe away, and he went on to become one of the greatest writers of all time. How you like him now?


Poe writes:

Ye who read are still among the living; but I who write shall have long since gone my way into the region of shadows. For indeed strange things shall happen, and secret things be known, and many centuries shall pass away, ere these memorials be seen of those who find much to ponder upon in the characters here graven with a stylus of iron.


That night I dreamt Poe was wounded during the Civil War at the Battle of Bull Run. I sat by his hospital bed. A musket ball had ripped through Poe’s leg. In the cramped sweated room were 12 other dying men. Gnats lapped wounds unswatted. Pre-anesthesia. A nurse put a piece of leather in Poe’s mouth and pled with him to bight down. A doctor sawed off his leg. Poe shrieked in shock. Signature gangrene shriek. Moonshine didn’t dull. A bead of sweat lingered off the sweet nurse’s arm and dropped directly into Poe’s blankened eye, blurring the sight of his own bone. Her voice coated him. And for that moment, Poe felt nothing at all.

Trent - out.

Head Like a Kite

Photo’s: Dan Tyler.

Eye Button: Yoshimi Designs

Musket rifles: Adam Dieter

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The Trent gets a little serious. Wow, you and Edgar Allan Poe. Dreams of a drummer in a civil war town, ok it makes sense. How many shows have you guys done on the tour now?

Posted by henri | June 15, 2006 7:36 PM

Holy shit, Dave's got a gun.

Posted by Al | June 15, 2006 8:40 PM

After seventeen consecutive shows under the influence of redbull and captain crunch, the dreams of Poe and amputation are understandable.

Posted by slippy | June 16, 2006 12:01 AM

That is some dream, Trent. Sounds like you've been on the road for a while, huh? Put the gun down, that's it, come on, put it down, good boy. Now step away from the weapon. Ok. Good luck with the rest of the shows.

Posted by ma | June 16, 2006 7:04 AM

Guns, Poe, Redbull, The Battle of Bull Run, Capn Crunch, and bighting down on leather. Wrock!!! Carefull out there, boys.

Posted by Marcel | June 16, 2006 7:37 AM

Ah yes, boys are looking a little scary with those guns...

Posted by James | June 17, 2006 11:37 AM

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