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Poe Forward’s POE BLOG has MOVED!!!

aldrich — Mon, 23 Feb 2009 23:30:55 +0000

From the Editors:

Poe Forward’s POE BLOG has moved to Blogger. We are hoping the ease and convenience of the Blogger tools will help us to increase postings as well as readership. The 2007-2008 Poe Blog archives will remain here.

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NDG: Kathleen Byron 1921 - 2009 RIP

alice — Mon, 26 Jan 2009 06:29:08 +0000

New Dead Girl:

Kathleen Byron

January 11, 1921 - January 18, 2009

RIP

A Matter of Life and Death (1946)

Black Narcissus (1947)

The Elephant Man (1980)

Les Miserables (1998)

Kathleen Byron - wiki

Kathleen Byron - imdb

British Film Institute - Screenonline

Poe Forward’s New Dead Girls 2009

The Original Dead Girl: Mary Rogers/Marie Roget

NDG: Scream Queen Susanna Foster 1924 - 2009 RIP

alice — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 05:46:49 +0000

New Dead Girl:

Susanna Foster

December 6, 1924 - January 17, 2009

RIP

Susanna Foster - wiki

Susanna Foster - imdb

The Phantom of the Opera (1943) with Claude Rains - wiki

Poe Forward’s Scream Queens

Poe Forward’s New Dead Girls 2009

The Original Dead Girl: Mary Rogers/Marie Roget

Happy 200th Edgar !!!

aldrich — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 02:28:02 +0000

Happy 200th Birthday !!!

Edgar Allan Poe

January 19, 1809 - October 7, 1849

Poe Bicentennial Celebrations

Hear the tolling of the bells — Iron bells ! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels ! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy meaning of their tone ! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people — They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who, tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone — They are neither man nor woman — They are neither brute nor human — They are Ghouls: — And their king it is who tolls ; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A pæan from the bells ! And his merry bosom swells With the pæan of the bells ! And he dances, and he yells ; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the pæan of the bells —