May 22: noone has posted on any of our blogs for four days, it's getting lonely.
May 25: don't know how long i can hang on by myself, all i can do is try.
May 27: still no sign of an intellegent conversation, i'm beginning to hear voices in my head.
May 28: caught myself singing One Is The Loneliest Number today, its getting worse.
May 30: I truly must find someone to talk too, the voices are growing restless.
June 1: I wondered today if writing this journal was worth it, knowing that noone might find it.
June 4: All hope of a debate has fled from me, not much time left.
June 6: I haven't been witty for 8 days, it's so cold.
June 9: I fear i am going savage, and i will no longer be able to write in this........
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The Thoughts, Ponderings, Musings, Ravings, and Various Text-Based Dribble of a Person known only as Dagdamor. Actually, thats a lie, i'm also known as Dag. "Lord of the Blogs as titled by the Shiksa"
12 comments:
Lord of the Blogs, instead of flies, eh?
Sorry, bud- we've all been a bit wrapped up lately. Blog updates will come.
This pleases me. :D
as long as you don't cut my head off and skewer it on a stick in the middle of the woods, i'm fine with that title. :D
I love how they make teenagers read that, and it takes them about five years before it clicks and they think, "Oh! I get it! They were just like *US*!"
lol, ah retrospect, you got to love it:D
I would have enjoyed the book more if i didn't have to take notes on it. notes are the bane of any story in any media:D
Yeah, this is why high schoolers are unable to appreciate Shakespeare. They're probably like it a lot if they weren't hit over the head with demands for essays on the subject.
too true... that and noone in my class has any understanding of the phrases in Cask of Amontiado, not enough exposure to english culture is my guess. :D
Sad, really; Poe is a lot of fun. Not so scary for my money as Lovecraft, but he's got a lot of good stuff going on.
the entombment thing gets a bit overworked, but it's all good. alls fair in love and war... and revenge.
Well, you realize that without the rather ghastly embalming techniques of today, premature burial was an genuine risk of the times and several cases have been recorded. If you were already inclined to worry about things, I can see how it would prey on your mind...
yes but there is a slight difference in not detecting a slight pulse left and hiding a murdered body in your house/using your house to murder somebody. i've also heard someone compare Poe's oft use of entombment to his poem Annabel Lee, and that such talk of wanting to be near/with his dead girl underground was his fetish coming through again.
I'm not sure I'd say fetish so much as genuine fear- from all accounts he was terrified of the possibility of premature burial, and I think it comes through very strongly in his work. I've never noticed any sexual tones to any of his talk about death, although there's a weird kind of incest vibe to 'The Fall of the House of Usher.' I think 'The Tell-Tale Heart' is less premature burial metaphor and more a commentary on how you can't bury guilt and forget about it, whether physical or mental. I was always under the impression that it wasn't so much that there was still a real pulse in the old man (he was dismembered, as I recall) but it was the speaker's own guilt over the murder making him believe that there was still a detectable pulse.
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