Post #2 - Not So Sweet  Stories 
Some of us were able to visit Danny Love’s (MOP Name) gravesite. We read a brief passage and saluted Danny with an Irish Whiskey. Danny brought to life the adage: Pride makes us artificial- humility makes us real.

The book- eight short stories by Poe, presents hard to imagine situations in a vernacular that is likewise difficult to stay with at times. Truth be told, we’re gonna come across a crapload of strange and unfamiliar words in Poe’s 19th century prose. I suggest circling the words you don’t know in every story. I think we’ll be surprised at the total for men of our cerebral girth. Take solace in how frustrating, how overwhelming, it would be for a Commoner to plough through these stories.

I’m guessing our discussion will venture to Poe the man as much as to his stories. The circumstances surrounding his life, the choices he made, his behavior and attitude throughout his rather pitiful life are as much filled with mystery as his stories. So - which story did you find most interesting? I wonder if we’ll all have a different favorite? 

Here’s some details on our Friday evening at the Farmhouse. We’ll gather around 7:00 and hopefully take advantage of pleasant Spring weather. We’ll begin with an aperitif before we put on a feedbag reminiscence of 19th century fare Edgar would have partook. We’ll retire to the veranda where a smoke and libations will help us lower the drawbridge and enter Poe’s troubled soul. As the dwindling light of day concedes to the darkness of night, perhaps the spirit of Poe will engage with us? Maybe we’ll begin to understand some of Poe’s memorable expressions: “Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.” 

If warranted their will be a small libation to close the evening’s discussion and bid Edgar Allen Poe goodnight, recalling his words again:

 “Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them.”  

I remain forever,

Pompous de la Pundit