‘for the love of god, montressor!’ 
it’s amazing how many people have NO idea what i’m talking about…
happy belated birthday, edgar.
the colour out of space.
best. poe. tale. ever.
I went to law school at the University of Maryland at Baltimore – a grad-schools-only campus which includes the abandoned church and churchyard where Poe is buried. So I got intimately acquainted with Poe legends, including that one.
Curious that when Baltimore (long abandoned by the Colts) got an expansion NFL team, they called it “The Ravens.” (Poe having been born in Boston and died long before American football was invented.) As opposed to some truly Marylandish name – say, “The Crabs.” “Yes, the Crabs were all over the Cowboys today, Bill!”
Ermmm . . . no, it wasn’t.
Here’s something I once read in a trivia book: When Poe was a cadet at West Point (honestly! and Timothy Leary was too!), the student body was ordered to turn out for a parade in “white boots, white belts, under arms.” So Poe showed up wearing his belt, boots and rifle, and nothing else. He was shortly expelled.
No cite.
[hijack]NPR recently had a feature on his Poe’s cousin, George. He ran a chemical plant and sold nitrous oxide to dentists. He also was a pioneer in the field of artificial respiration. He travelled from city to city, asphyxiating rabbits and reviving them with his device. In the Poe family, Edgar Allen didn’t have a monopoly on creepiness.[/hijack]
Well, to celebrate Poe’s recent birthday–and mine today–I went out and bought a volume of his Complete Tales and Poems, the Alan Parsons CD, and the Poe action figure.
oops. my bad. heart was in the right place, though. 
You mean, under your floorboards?