#The Raven

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

“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 name 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 mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness 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 marveled 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 blest with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.” ― Edgar Allan Poe,  The Raven

[archivedotorgfan]

'the flying raven' lithograph, ex libris for 'the raven' by edgar allan poe, 1875.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price and Boris Karloff wizard duel to the death

The Raven (1963) dir. Roger Corman

[usercannibal]

Vincent Price as Dr. Erasmus Craven

THE RAVEN (1963) - dir. Roger Corman

[yuumei-art]

The Raven The Black Cat

[goryhorroor]

“horror movies were reborn in the 1930s. sound revolutionized cinema across the board and had a huge impact on the horror genre— and not just in the form of dialogue. sound effects added an extra dimension to terror, from creaking doors to echoing footsteps to the rumbling of castle thunder. music cues built suspense or signaled the presence of a threat. as screen storytelling moved away from symbolism towards realism, the dreamlike wraiths of silent cinema were replaced by monsters that grunted, groaned and howled.”

[prokopetz]

What people think D&D wizards are like:

What D&D wizards are actually like:

[bat-in-the-machine]

I know this has made the rounds on Tumblr before. In fact, in trying to track down the source, I found a screenshot of a Tumblr thread that ended with an edit of Poe reacting to this. But I have yet to find a source and I MUST KNOW

THIS IS A TROLL, RIGHT?

Like there is no fucking way someone read The Raven and actually came to the conclusion that it was about how Poe liked ravens, right? RIGHT?!?!

It is not humanly possible to be so wrong about this poem. Even leaving aside the symbolism (HOW????) you still have to get the understanding the narrator fucking HATES that bird.

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[yoursghouly]

Illustration By Gustave Doré for Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven”— (1883) x

[thatsbelievable]

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

In memory of Roger Corman, who passed at the age of 98...

As requested by @algusunderdunk, this gif collection of Corman and Vincent Price's work over the years.

Rest in peace, sir. You're a legend. Tell Vincent we say hi.