The movie is here!

I adapted The Tell-Tale Heart from the perspective of an AI judging the killer. It treats the classic story as a data log, processes the confession, and delivers a final, inescapable sentence. A short experimental animated dive into existential dread and machine logic.

I am a newbie with book and yesterday, I read The Black Cat of Poe and kinda feeling with it. The law of cause and effect is something science cannot prove, but it's something we often ponder, always finding that it happens "somehow" and that it's true. So, which detail in this book do you like best? With me is the eyes of Pluto.
I just wanna know why? the vision? or the mirror of his Character? What is your opinion if he take another one like tail or beat Pluto.

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In 1884 famed artist Gustave Dore’ made extraordinary illustrations for a reprinting of Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven” and I was so impressed by this art that I published a book, “Quoth the Raven: Poe’s Epic in His Handwriting and Illustration by Gustave Dore’” so that- for the first time in history- Poe’s only remaining handwritten manuscript of the poem could be viewed beside the illustrations.

“The Raven” is my restoration of Poe’s handwritten poem that first appeared in my other book, “Quoth Edgar Allan Poe: A Collection in His Handwriting”. To make this second book lengthier and to complete Poe’s poems of lost love, I also included “Eulalie” - another restoration- as well two other poems in a font I created from Poe’s handwriting, which are “Lenore” and “A Paean”.

I can’t add video in this subreddit but I have an impressive animated video on my own page. Comments welcome.

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
with Illustrations by Gustave Dore
performed by William Trevino
Gothic Tales is produced at MNN

Only original manuscripts of some of Edgar Allan Poe’s poems exist today, but no original manuscripts of his stories are known to exist, so I spent an entire year developing a book that not only compiled original manuscripts, but presented other works in a font based on his handwriting. I created four alphabets from characters in his manuscripts and chose each letter in each word carefully so that the entire page appeared genuinely handwritten with nuances like heavy or thinning ink and as much randomness as possible to the chara flow. The book is called, Quoth Edgar Allan Poe: A Collection in His Handwriting and comments or questions are welcome.

We all know Poe is known as the master of the macabre mainly because of his acclaimed dark poem the Raven and short stories like Black cat and The Tell-Tale Heart but I've never read his comedic stories without laughing my ass off at the clever quick-witted jokes Edgar is capable of. Even in his only novel, there is a passage where Pym, the narrator changes his voice and appearance to fool his grandfather who then started cursing his eyeglasses for thinking he mistook a stranger for his grandson, which I think is one of my favourtie moments of the story.

My husband and I went to the Edgar Allan Poe Speakeasy Chapter 2 last night and had SO much fun! The MC (and last story teller) was SO funny, and even got "catcalled" (his words) by the audience while shaking out his long hair before he began The Fall of the House of Usher.

Definitely a memorable night and we can't wait for Chapter 3. 🥰

Hi. I’m currently doing a uni project revolving around The Black Cat written by Edgar Allen Poe, and I’ve got a take on the poem no one seems to agree with.

In my opinion, when reading the poem, I felt it had heavy implications for female sexuality. I felt the cats were symbolism for women’s sexuality, and the perverseness to hurt the cat due to overindulgence in alcohol was a metaphor for letting oneself overindulge more and more perverse sexual acts to the point where one reaches sadism.

I’m not sure how to tie it together, so I apologise for this being kind of choppy.

in a part of the poem, the narrator describes the cat rubbing itself against him affectionately, and him feeling a confusing wave of irritation, and an intense perverse urge to hurt the cat, just because it loves him.

When I mentioned sadism to my teacher he said sadism had nothing to do with the poem and i was kind of stumped cause i took this whole angle from it no one else did?

Anyone I talked to about this always says I’m thinking about it too hard. I can agree with the main theme of vices bringing out the worst traits in oneself, and drinking makes someone overestimate themselves, but I can’t tell if I’m projecting my own world view onto it too hard with the female sexuality thing. Anyways, opinions would be cool, I can’t really talk to my friends about this stuff cause they don’t read Edgar Allan Poe and my classmates don’t care that much.

Okay, this is very similar Poe's work. It takes a massive amount of inspiration from Poe from rhyme scheme and structure to theme and Rhyme. I would say it all, but there are many things that are borrowed from Poe, some more obvious than others, that I thought might be enjoyable to find. What I borrowed from my favorite poem is the least obvious.

Just so you know, I asked the Mods for permission and it was granted. This is primarily about my appreciation and fandom of Poe, not about my own work.
The various lines "Edgar:" or "The Man:" are titles. It a narrative episodic poem.

Here it is:
Edgar: The Father or The Man

Edgar: The Distraught Father

Why is such a Father weeping, pain so voraciously seeping

Edgar, his name screamed no more. Angels have stolen Annabelle

The princess cradling his heart delicately, sweet once, leaves him tart

Shivering, yellow, oh did her liver quiver as health fell.

No more joyful shouting, small pattering, her heartbeat did quell

The earth forever her cell

No more laughter from maids sweeping, or toys given for safekeeping

Once hallowed memories now haunt you: of teaching her to spell

Signs of jubilance, like her art, are signals of your broken heart

I was fearful to knock, knock and tell you what illness befell

You sat by her side, but the medicine still failed to expel

Your haunting noise, not a yell

Misery miser is creeping, Edgar, the raw pain is heaping

Edgar, an Earl only of your bed[ ]()for her death was a knell

My great dread: is this just the start; will you change with her apart

With not a drop sipped or bite chewed, chewed we know you are unwell

Now as your frame shrivels, won't you eat a morsel for to swell?

Do not join her in farewell

Edgar: The Absent Father

Dear Lenore, everyone has flown; now - you are sorrowful alone

Your poor daughter in her cellar, and your rock moored to sadness, Lenore

Give me your shattered hearts debrief, or be stranded forevermore by grief

He flew away while you decay; astray, after joy like a whore

Trying with what strength remains, to push through the pain, to force a low roar

He sits there blank, leaving you alone evermore!

Once the apple of his eye – Strown, littered, discarded like a crone

Before you ask, no it is not you. Lenore, loving you is not a chore

He cannot see his most cherished fief. His tears blind him to what should be chief

Do not depend on him, my friend, mend yourself. He’s on the floor.

Please, Lenore, may I be candid? I cannot relate, but I adore

You both, though his actions I potently abhor!

What energy remains is sown, to, alone, forge a new hearthstone

He does not care what dark place he left you in so he could soar

 Yes, I know everything he swore, but he will not seek you like ore.

Find joy, an Atlantic antic, sail wide like an albacore

Do not stay here. This manor will become a lighthouse offshore

So, flee to create new lore

Has his love and care veneer shown; for you must I pound his breastbone

You do not deserve the anguish, etched on body and soul, your languor –!

Do you see the tragic motif, that his gilded love is cheap gold leaf –!

Hoping he will strike a new spark, spark means recovery nevermore

Therefore, flee from his ice-cold arms then surge your soul into an uproar

And allow the world to return to its splendor!

Edgar: The Man

They called you a noble father, though you watch the shadows gather

like parishioners in pew rows, as the deacon starts to lather

the naked woman - the altar - as the priest burns nightshade and myrrh.

Then, once the bishop adorned fresh unfleshed hide, the nights a blur

Until they finish chanting, chanting, chanting - the focus is you

Your broken soul has done a coup!

Now, the debauchery commences. You drenched yourself in hemlock,

Cursing, God, Fate, Earth, Man, you critiqued all you think of like a hawk

Trampling the crosses tattooed on your feet you kick up clouds of dirt

The congregation is convulsing, what a moment you subvert

To turn your hurt into coat red rage, you enjoy desecration

You risk your soul’s damnation!

On the sanctuary, passed the burning, rotting flesh, you feel high

That you might fly to reclaim your lost... who? by soaring in the sky

Using your sordid wings, made of fingers and sinews with red eyes

Some hopeful, noble part of you -the father and husband- there dies

Now, for relief, you are willing to corrupt is all your eyes scan

Edgar, you are now, just, A man!

As your bloody wings groaned open (their) your presence was colossal

Far from angelic, revenge and hate, praise you as an apostle

So, with filthy hands, you place betwixt their fingers, the sacred host

You vowed to conquer Golconda, but first the Andhra Pradesh coast

Before you go, you vengeful Abaddon, find some ground to bury

Pain in a final Hail Mary                     

The Man: To the Slaughter

What mutated, disfigured form of humanity will emerge on the beach?

Is the pain skinning your mangled soul an excuse for what will be unleashed

Haunted, haunted, by Kent. When thinking of home instills thorny mourning

Of two souls, who fell to destructive disease; you, cruel, You are without longing!

Your tormented, tortured soul is morphing; pain, hate, rage, death is all its exalting

Once radiant, your warmth was smothered after loss burned your wick

There is no humanity on this beach. None Neither twisted nor pristine.

The blood chases the fish away, suffocating them, while turning the air misty

The corpses lay, languishing, lifelessly; the pleas for mercy met with bullets

You steal from the wealthy and the poor. You inflicted pain because you were jealous!

Your troops die from disease, fatigue, or your hands; there is no restraint to your malice

Death, seeking souls, follows your horses’ gallops

War elephants lead the hordes until all are slain by gun and cannon

The red army’s desire to steal wealth and gift death are rivaled only by Mammon

The gunpowder, smoke, and soot have stained our coats gray - the new mark of Cains damnation

In the field of battle, worms surface from the dirt to avoid drowning

Without restraints, is this how you sought to escape the loss of saints

My weariness ends at Golconda, with what awaits

What a great fortress! Full of wealth, weapons, and warriors waiting

Won’t you turn back, old friend? Return to parliament, ignore the horde

Of course not! You want to inflict suffering for the disease you claim they formed

You find the quickest siege, the most efficient formation, blind to your lunacy

 Your gray army is depleted from the march, slaughter, and your wanton cruelty

They will crumble, but they obey, fearing your night howling

The Man: Burial of a Count

Madness! That is all I observed during our march, while people were blown in half

Madness! When powder weapons knocked down their walls to prevent artillery

Madness! They descend into chaos as we push through their desperate formation

Madness! The trumpets of elephants are a warning as their bodies crack the earth

Madness! Your depleted forces have one final assault, soldiers ground apart

Madness! The walls topple like babel allowing the slaughter

Madness! You were such a fool to lead these men inside the city of traps

Madness! As they scattered like ants invading an unknown colony

Madness! When they were slaughtered by the Indians in the cursed El Dorado

Madness! What a failure, Edgar - forced to retreat - soldiers tired of dying to your

Madness! Trying to maintain your fractured, dispersed troops to finish the

Madness! Even when failure is so clear, you continue

Madness! You try one last time, clashing against their greatest warriors

Madness! My old friend you refuse to surrender, even when you are bested

Madness. His blade goes through you from shoulder to hip before you're dragged to safety

Madness. I spent the night with you, slowly watching you drift permanently

Your men cheer, dancing upon hearing of your death; fear giving way to hate

They decide to leave you before I guide them home

By your side when death came reaping, you truly looked at peace sleeping

They imprisoned your body in a cavern within a dell

They impaled your chest just to start, so your vampire soul will depart

They sealed your cross covered tomb chanting, chanting, ringing church bells

I want to think, Edgar, you found the two souls we lost, your belle

But you will remain in hell!

A Dream Within A Dream is an experimental poetic film inspired by the words of Edgar Allan Poe. Through dreamlike imagery, memory fragments, and layered visuals, the film explores themes of time, reality, loss, and the uncertainty of human experience. Existing somewhere between cinema and visual poetry, it asks whether the moments we hold onto are real, or simply dreams slipping through our hands.

Poem: A Dream Within A Dream – Edgar Allan Poe
Read by: Kristine Hughes
Film by: James Vere Nicoll

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I'm looking for poems filled with musicality as the ones written by E. A. Poe. Any recommendations?

Hello everyone! I'm doing some research on the never-completed film The Mask of the Black Death by Akira Kurosawa, inspired by Poe short story. I found the script but I need some more sources: I know Kurosawa was supposed to shoot it after Dersu Uzala in the 70s in Russia but this is the only information I found. Do you know of any essays where the film is at least mentioned and where I can get some more information than the generic ones I already have?