Once upon an evening dreary, while I pondered, fogged and bleary,
Over many a disconnected fragment of erratic text,
While I dithered, nearly dozing, suddenly I started thinking:
I should be sleeping!
Although if the lore’s forgotten, how’d it come to be in “many a quaint and curious volume?” On the other hand, it is “a midnight dreary.”
Maybe he’s to befuddled to think clearly. Opening a window to see who, or what, is tapping doesn’t strike me as a smart move.
Grief and fatigue don’t always result in ravens perching on a “pallid bust of Pallas.” Many folks don’t have a bust of Pallas, pallid or otherwise.
It’s anyone’s guess why Poe’s narrator had one. Or why he thought putting it over his chamber door was a good idea.
Pallas was Triton’s daughter. Athena inadvertently killed her, with a misguided assist from Zeus. Maybe that’s why Poe made pallid Pallas the raven’s preferred perch. Greek mythology wasn’t all that edifying, but boring it wasn’t.
It turned into a discussion of spirit photographs, spiritualism and Poe’s “The Raven.” My guess is that I’ll have two posts by the time I’m through.
Meanwhile, I’m about a thousand words closer to having a first-draft text for that book ready. That wasn’t as hard as I’d feared, or easy as I’d hoped: which is about what I expected.
Fretting about not having more done won’t do much good. If any. So I’ll consider this a pretty good start, and keep writing.
- “Unscheduled Posts and Other Changes”
(April 3, 2018)
- “In Conference, Out to Lunch, Gone Fishing, Whatever: I’m Taking a ‘Break’”
(March 26, 2018)
- “Navel-Gazing in August”
(August 6, 2017)
- “‘A Writer Who is Catholic’”
(July 16, 2017)