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"I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat."
Quote - Edgar Allan Poe
But I can't, so I take pictures instead……
"No object is mysterious. The mystery is your eye."
Quote - Elizabeth Bowen
…..mysterious red……
Have a very wonderful and joyful start of this week!!!
Location: The Heart of Avilion, Medieval Fantasy Roleplay
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Paragon who Sits: Dawnbeam Dreamscape
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A Dream Within a Dream
-Edgar Allan Poe - 1809-1849-
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow:
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
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Location: BBBB Studio
Sitting Paragon: Vicki Dakota
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A Dream Within a Dream
~Edgar Allan Poe~
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
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"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before."
Quote - Edgar Allan Poe
“. . . with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit . . . I reflected [at] the precipitous brink of a black and lurid tarn . . . and gazed down – but with a shudder even more thrilling than before – upon the . . . inverted images of gray sedge, and the ghastly tree-stems, and the vacant and eye-like windows.”
The Fall of the House of Usher by Edgar Allan Poe
Created for: Surrealart challenge " Edgar Allan Poe " .
All photographs and textures are my own.
With apologies to Edgar Allan Poe. Not a raven.
Forget Nevermore. This crow cried evermore, "Sheet! Who made this suet log inaccessible!"
I cropped the suet log that my husband made since the more vivid bright birch hogs the attention.
Larger: www.flickr.com/photos/jan-timmons/48991583786/sizes/o/
The Other Ligeia
"The Other Ligeia" is a photo project, inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's short story "Ligeia", first published in 1838.
The story is told by an unnamed narrator who describes the qualities of Ligeia: a beautiful, passionate and intellectual woman, raven-haired and dark-eyed.
Ligeia becomes ill, struggles internally with human mortality, ultimately dies, and allegedly resurrects.
The shot was taken at Villa De Vecchi (Italian Governor of Rhodes between 1936-1940) which was built for Mussolini.
“There is no exquisite beauty…
without some strangeness in the proportion.”
Quote ― Edgar Allan Poe
Happy Flower Friday ;-))
The Lake
By Edgar Allan Poe
In youth's spring, it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less-
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.
But when the Night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody-
Then- ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.
Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight-
A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define-
Nor Love- although the Love were thine.
Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining-
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.
Model: Skye McLeod Fairywren
Bento Mesh Head: LeLutka Chloe
Bento Mesh Body: Lara by Maitreya
Skin Applier: YS&YS
Body Tatt: Shiny Stars by Blow-Up
Hair: GALA by eXxEsS (new)
Ensemble: Tokyo Queen (with texture HUD, & includes Mitsuko dress, heels, tiara and fans) by irrISISitble (new)
Mesh Nails: Bento by Meva
Shoulder Pet: Moon Dragon (egosumaii) by aii (The Ugly & The Beautiful)
Background Texture: BG16 (6) by MONOMANIA
"That pleasure which is at once the most pure,
the most elevating and the most intense,
is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful."
Quote - Edgar Allan Poe
happy weekend dear friends!
"That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful."
Quote - Edgar Allan Poe
Happy weekend !
From my archives.
I think it is my first night photo here. Captured two nights ago after 1 am. while I was simply studying for my test beside the window. The clouds were flying very low & it was a windy sky which made the moon hide behind those clouds every now and then. It's very distractive if you're supposed to concentrate on your book, actually ;)
Anyway, the moody night sky did remind me of the book(not textbook) I am reading currently besides my studies, the greatest works of Edgar Allan Poe. I love those nights that are such sources of mysterious imagination ♡
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— "
...
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;
.....
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
Three excerpts from The Raven By Edgar Allan Poe (1845)
Thanks to Cadalwee16 and MichaeLynn Borich for reminding me of the poem
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“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”
Quote ― Edgar Allan Poe, Eleonora
Let me know what you see!
Happy Sliders Sunday ;-))
It's been a month since I last posted, though I had been trying to post this one for wks. Last month had been hectic with the rush of tests though at the end it became easier. The weather's unbearably hot here and my body's hating me too, almost like a week that I'm sick. Still everyday goes on just like always, running around attending classes or wards, prepping for tests, or some light studying at excessively hot noons at room. But I'm pretty excited for something new, we're gonna start our autopsy classes this week(although the heat will kill me most probably).
By the way, this was a morning rising sun I casually witnessed one May morning. Not much of nature in it though... but the view was good. You could easily say this sun was gonna kill everything later that day ;)
Life's suddenly been tough since last week though my study burden was lessened as the terms are delayed. Keep me in prayers so I can get through the troubles...
How's summer over there at your place? Hope you're all well alive and happy and having a good time with your family and friends 🌻
PS. have started reading Edgar Allan Poe who is also the writer of the first detective story- The Murder in the Rue Morgue. My first impression was that all my childhood dreams were back, but later turned out actually it's all nightmares!
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 I 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 winged 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 high-born kinsman 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 a 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 see 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 side of the sea.
Edgar Allan Poe (1849)
I was inspired to create this image from my purchase of the Poe's Reflection Hat from Art In Hats. This creation is really wonderfully detailed and worth a good look at just for the sheer artisty.
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From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
When the rest of Heaven was blue
Of a demon in my view.
Poem By
Edgar Allan Poe
(1809-1849)
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!”
From “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe
The We’re Here! group is wishing Edgar Allan Poe a big “Happy Birthday” today. Our host is Nevermore! – All Things Edgar Allan Poe.
The Treat This challenge is going on over at Kreative People until next Thursday. I provided the source images this week – see the first comment box below. I’ve used them as part of this piece created today.
Seraph thy memory is to me
like some enchanted far-off isle
In some tumultuous sea -
Some ocean vexed as it may be
With storms; but where, meanwhile,
Serenest skies continually
Just o'er that one bright island smile.
For 'mid the earnest cares and woes
That crowd around my earthly path,
(Sad path, alas, where grows
Not even one lonely rose!)
My soul at least a solace hath
In dreams of thee; and therein knows
An Eden of bland repose.
By Edgar Allan Poe.
“I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, The Fall of The House of Usher
Taken @ Hell House
True genius trembles before incompleteness and imperfection, and usually prefers silence to saying something that is not everything that should be said.
Edgar Allan Poe.
m.youtube.com/watch?v=7STsIBw4f8k
By: Edgar Allan Poe.
'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
Edgar Allan Poe.
By Edgar Allan Poe
Evening Star
'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly ligh
Obsidia.
Edgar Allan Poe:
Why vulture, do you harass the poet with wings of anodyne realities?..."
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A Dream by Edgar Allen Poe
A DREAM.
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed—
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream—that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar—
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?
Fairy Land.
By Edgar Allan Poe.
Dim vales – and shadowy floods –
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can’t discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane –
Again – again – again –
Every moment of the night –
Is soaring in the skies,
With the tempests as they toss,
Like – almost anything –
Or a yellow Albatross.
They use that moon no more
For the same end as before –
Videlicet, a tent –
Which I think extravagant:
Its atomies, however,
Into a shower dissever,
Of which those butterflies
Of Earth, who seek the skies,
And so come down again,
(Never-contented things!)
Have brought a specimen
Upon their quivering wings.
E ver with thee I wish to roam
D earest my life is thine.
G ive me a cottage for home
A nd a rich old cypress vine,
R emoved from the world with its sin and care
A nd the tattling of many tongues.
L ove alone shall guide us when we are there
L ove shall heal my weakened lungs;
A nd Oh, the tranquil hours we’ll spend,
N ever wishing that others may see!
P erfect ease we’ll enjoy, without thinking to lend
O urselves to the world and its glee
E ver peaceful and blissful we’ll be.
Poem to Poe byVirginia Eliza Clemm.
I love the tension that develops (both in the landscape and my mind) as autumn color begins to drown out the monochromatic greens of summer. The hues are at once spectacular, yet created by the process of the foliage in its death throes. Likewise I love being immersed in this world of color saturation, but with the caveat that it is the last barrier between me and cruel winter. Everything is in conflict and I find that highly inviting. It's one off those situations where you really have to live in the moment. The process unfolds so quickly there really isn't much time to pontificate. I tend to get very tense as the season unfolds (yet another after effect of being a photographer). I'm constantly in fear that a perfect opportunity, or simply not being in the right place and time. Even being out actively shooting does not fully eliminate this anxiety.
Shooting abandonments in autumn is a classic example. I love the visual metaphor of time passage, and death upon death. But also the conflict created by beauty enveloping an empty, deteriorated structure. Lots of cliche in all of this, but I live comfortably within the bounds of cliche, photographically and otherwise. Creativity justifies all sorts of behavioral shortcomings, but I'm digressing. Back in the moment, I'm keen on the timing involved in shots like this. I want enough foliage to convey autumn, but my vision also requires a carpet of fallen leaves. This blends the autumnal color across the foreground. And with just enough fallen leaves, the structure itself is partially revealed. Arrive too early, and the structure is completely obscured; arrive too late and there's not enough color left in the trees. As I stood here in this lonely side yard, the scene just felt unified. The open doorway offered a glimpse of apparent sanctuary. But it was nothing more than a baleful mirage.
"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." Edgar Allan Poe
Looking out an upstairs window during a visit back home to my dad today, zoomed in on this black bird perched upon an aerial, the sky a moody, Gothic, dark threat, the bird almost a black silhouette, it made me think of Poe, so I snapped a black and white pic.
Happy Birthday to the Love of my life, Gerry :-) <3
*Working Towards a Better World
Love doesn’t make the world go ‘round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile. - Franklin P. Jones
Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead. - Oscar Wilde
We loved with a love that was more than love. - Edgar Allan Poe
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! xo💜💜
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Illustration for Edgar Allan Poe's story 'The Murders in the Rue Morgue', published as a serial in 'Asahi Weekly', Japan.
A silhouetted orangutan crawls across the rooftop of a building with illuminated windows, set against a large, bright yellow moon and dark, pointed spires in the background. The scene has a gothic, eerie atmosphere.