The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who
Today, October 7th, is the day Edgar Allan Poe died. Born January 19, 1809, he was an American poet, short-story writer, editor and literary critic, and is considered part of the American Romantic Movement. Best known for his tales of mystery and the macabre, Poe was one of the earliest American practitioners of the short story and is considered the inventor of the detective-fiction genre. He is further credited with contributing to the emerging genre of science fiction. He was the first well-known American writer to try to earn a living through writing alone, resulting in a financially difficult life and career. He died October 7, 1849, at the still very young age of 40. There is a mystery of why he died, with many theories ranging from alcohol to brain congestion, cholera, drugs, heart disease, rabies, suicide, tuberculosis, and others. It was after a visit he paid to Norfolk and Richmond to do lectures, that he was found in Baltimore in delirious, in great distress and in need of medical assistance. Poe was taken to a hospital. It was there that he died and not in a ditch as one of many myths told about him was reported. He was buried in the yard of Westminster Presbyterian Church in Baltimore, Maryland.
2009 is Poe's 200th Bicentennial and there will be many places celebrating it. Virginia's Poe's Bicentennial celebrations can be found at http://www.poe200th.com/ ,with a blog being used to post updates on events at http://www.poe200th.com/blog/ . For Baltimore, Maryland's: http://poecelebration.tripod.com/ . For government events in Pennsylvania: http://www.nps.gov/edal/poe-2009-bicentennial-events.htm.
Tonight, pour yourself a glass of wine, open a book of Poe's works to "The Raven" and read it in reverence to the man who brought us so many forms of literature. Then sit back and reflect on his life. Lift the glass of wine to him, and offer him a toast and a thank you.
To you, Poe: "Nevermore!"