1 thought on “POETS Day: Poe, Poe, Pitiful Me

  1. Trying to thread the needle between the Scylla of Yeats or Tennyson (or Kipling) and the Charybdis of Poe and ending up sucked into Poe because, let’s face it, it’s a lot easier to do an adolescent feeling things strongly (no, you don’t understand… even stronger than that… NO! YOU DON’T *UNDERSTAND*) than it is to tell stories of the just-so (okay, maybe punch them up a little).

    We live in a world where this “jingle man” (what a cut!) does navel-gazing more eloquently and (seemingly) effortlessly than our best omphalopsychians. Scylla made Charybdis up her game.Report

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