The Ravens do battle today on the birthday of Edgar Allan Poe. Will someone in Baltimore please get to the Westminster graveyard before game time and pour a decent bottle of cognac over the man's stone? I am regrettably in the wrong city or would attend to it.
Losing? Nevermore quoth the bird.
Losing? Nevermore quoth the bird.
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“Perched upon a pine, unyielding/ to the storm’s triumphant score/
Sat the eagle, evermore…”
Fuck Philly.
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”’
I will drain that glass again,
Such hilarious visions clamber,
Through the chamber of my brain,
Quaintest thoughts and queerest fancies,
Come to life and fade away,
What care I how time advances?
I am drinking ale today."
- Edgar Allan Poe.
(Okay I made that up but I think it’s got legs.)
Poe-Land: The Hallowed Haunts of Edgar Allan Poe by Ocker is all about his restless life.
Reminds me of that wonderful opening dialogue in an episode of Homicide, featuring John Waters and Andre Braugher in which he and Andre were trading insults with the detective from Law and Order about NYC and Baltimore.
"Poe CAME here to die."
The Ravens.
The only NFL team with a name befitting the poetry of the city from which it hails.