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Read Between the Lines
Enrica Jang: Director of Poe House

Read Between the Lines

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 31, 2023 28:20


Molly interviews Enrica Jang, the director of Poe House, about the International Edgar Allan Poe Festival and the 5th Annual Saturday Poe “Visiter” Awards. Website: https://poefestinternational.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/poefestintl Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/poefestinternational/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/poebaltimore YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCCEKC_0busyzb7aySf9feNg   One easy way to support this show is to rate and review Read Between the Lines wherever you listen to our podcast.  Those ratings really help us and help others find our show. Read Between the Lines is hosted by Molly Southgate and is produced/edited by Rob Southgate for Southgate Media Group.    Follow this show on Facebook @ReadBetweentheLinesPod Follow our parent network on Twitter at @SMGPods Make sure to follow SMG on Facebook too at @SouthgateMediaGroup Learn more, subscribe, or contact Southgate Media Group at www.southgatemediagroup.com.   Check out our webpage at southgatemediagroup.com       Poe Baltimore is a nonprofit 501(c)(3) organization created to fund, maintain and interpret The Edgar Allan Poe House and Museum, and to celebrate the legacy of one of Baltimore's most famous residents.  The organization is dedicated to maintaining the museum as a vibrant experience for the thousands of visitors who come from around the world each year, and as part of a broader mission of city-wide events and educational opportunities celebrating Poe's legacy in Baltimore and beyond. 

Alley Chats
Interview with Enrica Jang: Director of Poe House

Alley Chats

Play Episode Listen Later May 17, 2023 36:45


Rob interviews Enrica Jang, the director of Poe House, about the International Edgar Allan Poe Festival and the 5th Annual Saturday Poe “Visiter” Awards. Website: https://poefestinternational.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/poefestintl Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/poefestinternational/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/poebaltimore YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCCEKC_0busyzb7aySf9feNg   Our theme song is by Benny and the No Goods.   Check out their awesome music right HERE Bennyandthenogoods.bandcamp.com One easy way to support this show is to rate and review Alley Chats wherever you listen to our podcast.  Those ratings really help us and help others find our show. Alley Chats is produced and edited by Rob Southgate for Southgate Media Group.  Thanks again to our affiliate sponsors Hunt a Killer and Tweaked Audio.  Be sure to use the coupon code SOUTHGATE when checking out for our special deals.  Links to them are also on our webpage.    Follow this show on Facebook @alleychats Follow our parent network on Twitter at @SMGPods Make sure to follow SMG on Facebook too at @SouthgateMediaGroup Learn more, subscribe, or contact Southgate Media Group at www.southgatemediagroup.com.   Check out our webpage at southgatemediagroup.com If you're an artist or writer or creative type that would have a table at in artist alley and would like to be on Alley Chats, message us through the Facebook page or email us directly at rob@alleychatspodcast.com     Poe Baltimore is a nonprofit 501(c)(3) organization created to fund, maintain and interpret The Edgar Allan Poe House and Museum, and to celebrate the legacy of one of Baltimore's most famous residents.  The organization is dedicated to maintaining the museum as a vibrant experience for the thousands of visitors who come from around the world each year, and as part of a broader mission of city-wide events and educational opportunities celebrating Poe's legacy in Baltimore and beyond. 

Redfield Arts Audio
THE MIDNIGHT MATINEE - "The Poe House Hauntings" - (Ep 23-12)

Redfield Arts Audio

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 25, 2023 34:10


Redfield Arts Audio presents The Midnight Matinee “The Poe House Hauntings” Baltimore, October, 1938. The City is planning to demolish a tiny row house on the west side. But The Poe Society has found historic evidence the American author Edgar Allan Poe once lived there, and they want the house to be preserved. John Sullivan is tasked with watching the house for several nights to ward off vandals until the order is given to stop the wrecking ball. What ghostly happenings will John experience? Is the Poe House haunted? And by who? Or what? Featuring the voices of Mary Anne Perry, Mike Moran, Eric Supensky, B. Thomas Rinaldi, and Mark Redfield. This is a fictional account of historic events. Names and places are used fictitiously, and do not reflect actual persons or places, living or dead. Recorded at Drat Studios. Bill Dickson, recording engineer. Original music and sound design, Jennifer Rouse. For more great audio visit: http://www.RedfieldArtsAudio.com Don't forget to SUBSCRIBE to our podcasts

Southern Salon: a podcast about culture & communication
Edgar Allen Poe's Baltimore House and The Raven

Southern Salon: a podcast about culture & communication

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 5, 2022 13:54


In this episode, we remember the October anniversary of Poe's mysterious death with a visit to Poe's house in Baltimore and the nearby cemetery where he is buried. Then, listen to a haunting reading of  "The Raven" (with audio by Brock Davidson.) Special thanks to Brock Davidson for lending his voice to The Raven. Contact: gbdavidson7@icloud.com.Thank you for listening and thanks so much to our supporters. If you'd like to buy us a cup of coffee to get us through these long hours of audio editing, find us at Patreon (click on Support the Show) or Paypal: aclark@virginia.edu.Find "Raven" inspired jewelry at Ivy Attic Co. on EtsyIvy Attic Co on Etsy Unique jewelry handcrafted from vintage books, glass, and botanicals Curated Social Strategy Next level social media for businesses and brands.Buzzsprout - Let's get your podcast launched! Start for FREEDisclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.Support the show

Redfield Arts Audio
The Haunting Of The Poe House Part One (Ep 22-7)

Redfield Arts Audio

Play Episode Listen Later May 12, 2022 21:38


Redfield Arts Audio presents PoeForevermore Radio Theater The Haunting of the Poe House Part One Baltimore, October, 1938. The City is planning to demolish a tiny row house on the west side. But The Poe Society has found historic evidence the American author Edgar Allan Poe once lived there, and they want the house to be preserved. John Sullivan is tasked with watching the house for several nights to ward off vandals until the order is given to stop the wrecking ball. What ghostly happening will John experience? Is the Poe House haunted? And by who? Or what? Find out in Part 1 of “The Haunting of the Poe House”. Featuring the voices of Mary Anne Perry, Mike Moran, Eric Supensky, and Mark Redfield. This is a fictional account of historic events. Recorded and post-production at Drat Studios. Bill Dickson recording engineer and sound editor. © Mark Redfield Studios/Redfield Arts Audio. All Rights Reserved. COMMERCIAL PRODUCT LINKS NEVERMORE - An Evening With Edgar Allan Poe - Starring Jeffrey Combs https://www.amazon.com/Nevermore-Evening-Edgar-Allan-Poe/dp/B08KYKNMW3 VALDEMAR - BASED ON THE STORY BY EDGAR ALLAN POE https://www.amazon.com/Valdemar/dp/B07WGQ9LZ6/ THE STORY OF EDGAR ALLAN POE - By Sherwin Cody https://www.amazon.com/Story-Edgar-Allan-Poe/dp/B07WJVBN9Q/ EDGAR ALLAN POE'S HAUNTED HOUSE OF USHER https://www.amazon.com/Edgar-Allan-Haunted-House-Usher/dp/B07WGQ6416/ Don't Forget to SUBSCRIBE! For more Great Audio Visit: http://www.RedfieldArtsAudio.com

The Magic Word Podcast
582: Vince Wilson - In the Poe House

The Magic Word Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 22, 2020 65:18


Edgar Allan Poe is a “favorite son” of Baltimore, Maryland (though it is not his birthplace). Our guest this week, Vince Wilson, has established “Poe’s Magic Theatre” in the Lord Baltimore Hotel where he performs stage shows with a bizarre theme. He also welcomes guest magicians to perform in the theatre, too. To supplement the magic shows, Vince also offers dinner theatre experiences with Murder Mysteries featuring themes like Sherlock Holmes, The Mummy, and the Titanic. These are very popular and offer a different kind of entertainment experience.Alain Nu visited the Poe House in Baltimore with Vince Wilson for Poe's Magic Theatre. We were able to spend time with some wonderful guests and helped bring wonder to Poe's Home in Baltimore. The Man Who Knows was holding the camera in this video.Host Vince Wilson has been on the Discovery Channel, Travel Channel, Destination America, local and national news and dozens of radio shows and podcasts! View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize This week our guest, Vince Wilson, talks about the difference between storytelling magic and bizarre magic, how he developed Poe's Magic Theatre and the unique “take” he has on the traditional murder mystery. Download this podcast in an MP3 file by Clicking Here and then right click to save the file. You can also subscribe to the RSS feed by Clicking Here. You can download or listen to the podcast through Stitcher by Clicking Here or through FeedPress by Clicking Here or through Tunein.com by Clicking Here or through iHeart Radio by Clicking Here..If you have a Spotify account, then you can also hear us through that app, too. You can also listen through your Amazon Alexa and Google Home devices. Remember, you can download it through the iTunes store, too. See the preview page by Clicking Here

The Witching Hour
The Death of Edgar Allan Poe | Interview with Jeff Jerome, Curator Emeritus of the Poe House

The Witching Hour

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 7, 2020 83:50


Tonight on The Witching Hour, we speak with Jeff Jerome, Curator Emeritus of the Edgar Allan Poe House & Museum in Baltimore. Hang out while we discuss the events that led to Poe's mysterious (still unsolved) death on October 7th, 1849, along with many other aspects of Poe's life. Join the Edgar Allan Poe "Evermore" group on Facebook: https://facebook.com/EdgarAllanPoeEvermore/ Background image: https://unsplash.com/@andresloquesea

KPL Podcast
KPL Podcast October 2020 Week 1 with Special Guests Wendy Walker and Enrica Jang

KPL Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 2, 2020 51:57


The most frightfully fun season is here and the KPL Podcast is kicking off October with a "Nevermore!" Jigisha chats with Enrica Jang of the Poe House & Museum about the life of Edgar Allan Poe and this weekend's Poe International Festival. We speak with bestselling author Wendy Walker about her latest thriller "Don't Look For Me!" and much more! Don't miss this jampacked episode.  LinksDon't Look for me by Wendy WalkerThe Bright Lands by John FramPoe International Festival

Maryland Transit Times
Maryland Transit Times: The Saturday Visitor Awards

Maryland Transit Times

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 2, 2020 3:11


The Edgar Allan Poe House and Museum are calling for entries for The Saturday Visitor Awards. This new award is presented by Poe Baltimore and recognizes Edgar Allan Poe's continued legacy in the arts and literature around the world. To learn more about the museum and to submit our work in The Saturday Visitor Awards, visit https://www.poeinbaltimore.org. The Poe House and Museum is located at 203 N. Amity Street in Baltimore. To get to the museum on transit take CityLink Orange and LocalLink 80. For #ExploreBaltimore

Museums in Strange Places
Poe Belongs to Baltimore, Baltimore to Poe

Museums in Strange Places

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 23, 2019 39:19


He’s the master of macabre, the man who created mystery fiction, the face on the socks and beer bottles of everyday Baltimoreans. He’s Edgar Allan Poe, and he belongs to Baltimore. Join me on a visit to the Poe House in Baltimore, the tiny house where his career began, to learn about Baltimore’s devotion to Poe, his tragic life, and the future of his legacy in the city where he died mysteriously.   This episode is sponsored by Grove History Consulting. TRANSCRIPT Find more information on the museum and photos on my website, hhethmon.com. If you enjoy Museums in Strange Places, please help me keep it going by leaving a review on Apple Podcasts/iTunes or sharing this episode with a friend. Let me know what you think by sending me a tweet @hannah_rfh. Interested in starting a podcast at your organization? Check out my new book, Your Museum Needs a Podcast: A Step-ByStep Guide to Podcasting on a Budget for Museums, History Organizations, and Cultural Nonprofits.   

History Made Up
HMU Ep. 73 - "The History of the Edgar Allan Poe House"

History Made Up

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 9, 2019 47:27


More great history from Baltimore in the Edgar Allan Poe house and museum. More hilarious improvisors from Baltimore Improv Group; David Lustig, David Richman, Mike Harris, and Kristen McKenzie!!

Humanities Connection
Baltimore's Love of Poe

Humanities Connection

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 8, 2018 4:02


Baltimore’s love of Edgar Allan Poe is no secret. Close to the date of Poe’s death, Marylanders visit Poe’s gravesite to celebrate the writer’s life and work. The free event, called “Poe is Dead,” includes performances, a reading, a wreath-laying ceremony, and more. Jeff Jerome, the man behind the event and the former curator of the Poe House, tells us more about the event and his love of Poe.

Ghouls Next Door
Edgar Allan Poe

Ghouls Next Door

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 2, 2018 60:00


On Episode #26, the Ghouls are starting a special series for the month of October - Classic Horror Series where they pay homage to the pioneers of our favorite genre. This episode features the Forlorn Father, Edgar Allan Poe. We talk about his life, challenges and what it means to be the first emo. We dive into a few of his stories such as the Black Cat, the Cask of Amontillado, the Tell-Tale Heart and others. We talk on the animated film anthology, Extraordinary Tales featuring the voices of Guillermo Del Toro, Christopher Lee and Bela Lugosi. Talking Points: Edgar Allan Hoe, Poe House, Philadelphia, New York, Child Bride, Black Cat, Father of Horror, Classic, Florence & the Machine, Guilt, Don't Murder, Walls of Dead Bodies, Don't Murder Cats, Poe Writ on Them, Father Went to Get Cigarettes, Tell Tale Heart, Cask of Amontillado, Black Plague and Opium. Check us out on iTunes, Stitcher, Spotify, and Google Play!! Rate, Subscribe, Comment. You know the drill. Stay tuned, love us. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/the-ghouls-next-door/support

book.record.beer
BRB Mini 5 (Beer) | RavenBeer

book.record.beer

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 2, 2018 18:57


The lads get down with the Poe-inspired RavenBeer from Baltimore, Maryland and discuss Daniel's obsession with Poe, why he's a maltman, how Poe may be responsible for modern astrophysics and why everyone should visit the Poe House at least once in their lives. Ah the joys of gothic literature and friendship.

What Are You Afraid of? Horror & Paranormal Podcast

EPISODE 50: PARANORMAL PHILADELPHIA Philadelphia is one of the oldest cities in America, and it is home to many disembodied denizens who refuse to vacate its colonial charm for the afterlife. To celebrate episode 50, #Philly's horror authors & hosts T. Fox Dunham and Phil Thomas tell old and new stories of the many ghosts who haunt Penn's city along the Delaware. They narrate two stories researched from several sources: the story of an old woman who refuses to leave her home on Pine Street in Society Hill and the tragic tale of abuse and murder at the notorious Byberry Mental Hospital. In addition, they discuss several haunted locations. Did you know that the lovely Washington Square used to be a potter's field and thousand of dead are buried beneath its fountains and trees? Phil shares his #paranormal encounter at the Poe House, the #Philadelphia home of Edgar Allan Poe. And many more #Philly ghost tales in what is only our most recent installment of local legends. We also have more horror fiction! T. Fox Dunham reads part III of Die Musik des Teufels, a tale of mad Nazi magic and a desperate father who would do anything to save his son. It was published in Savage Beasts from Grey Matter Press, editors Anthony Rivera and Sharon Lawson. We also play a song with a reggae beat from the tormented mind of DR. Tropical, renowned magician and musician: "Wizard Blues." Thank you for joining us as we celebrate 50 episodes! Much more horror to come. Follow us at @pfwhatafraidof and check out our website at www.whatareyouafraidofpodcast.com for expanded material on each show and our archive of true ghost experiences each narrated by our voice actors.

On the Block Radio
On the Block with Reverend Billy Talen

On the Block Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 26, 2016 61:26


everend Billy and the Stop Shopping Choir is a New York City based radical performance community, with 50 performing members and a congregation in the thousands. They are wild anti-consumerist gospel shouters and Earth loving urban activists who have worked with communities on four continents defending community, life and imagination. Over the last 15 years of their "church," they describe the Devils that plague us as Consumerism and Militarism. In this time of the Earth's crisis - they are especially mindful of the extractive imperatives of global capital. Their activist performance and concert stage performance have always worked in parallel. The activism is content for the play. They have won an OBIE Award, the Alpert Award, The Dramalogue Award and The Historic Districts Council's Preservation Award (for leading demonstrations to save Manhattan's Poe House), and half of their singing activists have been jailed, most frequently during Occupy Wall Street. Reverend Billy has been arrested about 70 times. Reverend Billy and the SSC employ multiple strategies, including cash register exorcisms, retail interventions, and cell phone operas. Outdoors, they have performed in Redwood forests, between cars in traffic jams at the entrance to the Holland Tunnel, on the Staten Island Ferry, at Burning Man and Times Square and Coney Island, and on the roof of Carnegie Hall in a snowstorm. The Stop Shopping Choir is a diverse array of economic, ethnic, religious, and cultural backgrounds and has members from every continent except Antarctica, which they're working on. Among them are scientists, teachers, artists, therapists, welders, cyclists, builders, developers, hairdressers, dog walkers, actors, truck drivers, tech geeks, scholars and executives. The Choir has toured in Europe, Africa, South America and throughout North America. Here we discuss what drives the Reverend's tireless activism, the development of his persona and voice, and what it means to be an earth evangelist.

Destination Mystery
Episode 13: Heather Weidner

Destination Mystery

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 21, 2016 16:56


Debut author Heather Weidner melds together the lighthearted fun of a cozy mystery with the action and juicy cases that come with the territory when you're a private eye in her first novel, Secret Lives and Private Eyes. Heather has been steeped in mystery all her life: she's a policeman's daughter (she mentions how she donated crayons to the SWAT team) and she's currently the president of the Central Virginia chapter of Sisters in Crime. Plus she has a kickass Pinterest board! Too much fun. She also gives a big shout-out to several writers who helped her along the way: Mary Miley, Mary Burton, Teresa Inge, Lyndee Walker (LyndeeWalker.com) and Maggie King (MaggieKing.com). And of course, The Poe House. As always, if you'd rather read than listen, the transcript is below. Enjoy! Transcript for Interview with Heather Weidner Laura Brennan: My guest today is a debut author Heather Weidner. Her mystery, Secret Lives and Private Eyes features PI Delanie Fitzgerald, who is thrilled to take on an assignment that doesn’t involve straying husbands. She’s less thrilled when it turns into a high-profile murder case. Heather is also a short-story writer and the president of the Central Virginia chapter of Sisters in Crime. Heather, thank you for joining me. Heather Weidner: Thank you so much for having me Laura. LB: Congratulations on your debut novel. HW: Thank you! It's been a long time coming. LB: Well now, you are a short story writer too. That's a very different genre. HW: It is, it's very contained and you're limited in the number of characters that you can have, and the subplots. So I like writing both. I get to experiment with different characters and different styles. But in a novel setting you have many more characters and plot lines that cross and zigzag and sometimes look back on themselves. LB: Now, Delanie, how did you come up with that particular character? HW: I am part of Sisters in Crime in Central Virginia and we have a lot of speakers that come to talk to us. And we had a female private eye and I had just started my story and I thought, wow, this would be a great opportunity. I wanted a female sleuth, I wanted someone that was strong and that was willing to take some chances, take some risks and have some fun. So, it would give her some freedom -- she's not really law enforcement so she can poke around and things and get herself into some situations, sometimes that she probably shouldn't, but... LB: Yes, Delanie does have a knack for getting herself into things. HW: Sometimes it's humorous and sometimes it's dangerous. She's sort of my alter ego, except she gets into way more trouble than I do. LB: One of the nice things about the book is that it's not your typical lone wolf PI with no ties to the community. She's very tied. HW: Right. She grew up in Central Virginia. Her father was a police officer, her parents are deceased. She has two older brothers who like to be very protective and don't like her job, they don't like what she does so they're constantly giving her feedback about get a real job, stop doing this. She has a partner that she's known since college but he has an alter ego as an ethical computer hacker, so she tries not to ask too many questions about where his information comes from. And they have a sidekick that was in the office, which is Duncan's dog -- her assistant, her helper -- and he has an English bulldog named Margaret. LB: It's just an interesting mix of genres because the PI novel tends to be sort of a very lonely place for your protagonist. And more traditional mysteries or even in the cozy world, it tends to be more a more connected world. Did you deliberately mixed genres? HW: I'd like to take credit for it but I think it just happened naturally. I tend to read a lot of cozies, so I tend toward that side. I've loved the British tradition but I also like the hard-boiled, American detective fiction of the 1920s and '30s. So I think there's a little bit of all of that.

GlitterShip
Episode #18: "Eureka!" by Nick Mamatas

GlitterShip

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 13, 2015 33:38


Eureka!By Nick MamatasAdam hadn't worn the crushed velvet blouse in his hands for a long time. It was from his goth phase, twenty pounds and twenty years prior. He shuddered at the thought of it distending around his spare tire these days, but he couldn't bring himself to put it in the box he'd set aside for Out of the Closet either. And not only because it would be embarrassing if anyone saw it.There were memories in the wrinkles of the velvet—well, not memories exactly. Half-memories, images and glimpses and smells. Two decades of gimlets and bad decisions and a few teeth and a trio of cross-country moves. What was the place? It was Huggy Bear's on Thursdays, when they played disco for a majority black clientele, but on most nights it was just The Bank. A real bank, in the sepia-toned days when great-grandma worked in an Orchard Street sweatshop, a goth/darkwave club now.Full transcript appears under the cut.----more----[Intro music plays.]Hello! Welcome to GlitterShip episode 18 for October 13, 2015. This is your host, Keffy, and I'm super excited to be sharing this story with you.Our story today is Eureka! by Nick Mamatas.Nick Mamatas is the author of several novels, including Love is the Law, The Last Weekend, and the forthcoming Lovecraftian murder-mystery I Am Providence. His short fiction has appeared in the anthologies Best American Mystery Stories and Poe's Lighthouse, magazines including Tor.com and Asimov's Science Fiction, and in the recent collection The Nickronomicon. Nick has written about Edgar Allan Poe for Weird Tales, The Smart Set, and Wide Angle.Eureka!By Nick MamatasAdam hadn't worn the crushed velvet blouse in his hands for a long time. It was from his goth phase, twenty pounds and twenty years prior. He shuddered at the thought of it distending around his spare tire these days, but he couldn't bring himself to put it in the box he'd set aside for Out of the Closet either. And not only because it would be embarrassing if anyone saw it.There were memories in the wrinkles of the velvet—well, not memories exactly. Half-memories, images and glimpses and smells. Two decades of gimlets and bad decisions and a few teeth and a trio of cross-country moves. What was the place? It was Huggy Bear's on Thursdays, when they played disco for a majority black clientele, but on most nights it was just The Bank. A real bank, in the sepia-toned days when great-grandma worked in an Orchard Street sweatshop, a goth/darkwave club now.No, not now. Then. Then Adam was just another baby bat, because eyeliner and bad music is what nerds thought cool was. And everyone in New York's goth scene was at least bi, or at least self-identified as bi despite never sucking a cock or doing more than kissing another girl on the dancefloor. So it was something to do.Was it New Year's Eve? Couldn't have been…no, it must have been. What was his name? Adam remembered everything about the man from Poe's house, how he kissed with his eyes wide open and searching, his snickering during the long subway trip up to the Bronx, how his breath somehow didn't steam out of his mouth on the walk through the park, but what the hell was his name? Something old. Maybe, Josef with an f but it's not like Adam asked for an ID or saw a pile of junk mail for the park ranger on the old cottage's stoop."I need your assistance," Josef—that was good enough a guess for now—had said. He was tall and dark and thin and shined somehow under the lights of the nightclub, like a crane that had pulled itself out of an oil spill."Hmm," Adam said, his lip still on the rim of his glass.Josef leaned in and shouted into Adam's ear to be heard over the music. "I've seen you here before. I want you come home with me. I've met many people in my time in this city. To put it delicately, I've seen the inside of many tastefully decorated apartments." His breath smelled of cloves, which Adam liked then, and still liked now. Now, in the present, he brought the shirt to his face and hunted for a whiff. Nothing but dust and the scent of cardboard.That night, Adam felt sweaty, very suddenly, and itchy. But he stood on his toes and, for a moment concerned about his own breath, shouted back, "You sound like a serial killer. It's not as enticing as you think!"Josef laughed, and Adam was relieved that it was a human laugh, complete with a smile you might see on television. So many goths were so affected that you never got to meet the fleshy little man pulling the levers in the brain of the giant bombazine-enrobed homunculus.Josef shouted back, "It gets better. I'm a park ranger!" He held up a long finger and dug into his pocket for his wallet, then flashed his work ID. Adam snatched the whole wallet from Josef's hand and waited for one of the stage lights to spiral around to the edge of the bar where he and Josef stood. The light flashed and in those two seconds, the NYC identification card sure looked authentic.Of course, the ID! Adam thought as he struggled with a packing-tape gun. But he was only sure for a moment.  I didn't ask, he offered it! Was that the name on the ID, or did I put it on the ID now, myself, through the act of trying to remember…? He sealed the box of cast-off clothes shut.Adam handed the wallet back. "You don't look like a park ranger," he said."I wear black leather knee-shorts in the summer, and a velvet kerchief," Josef said. That jack-o-lantern smile again.In the now, Adam turned to his bureau and to the small hand mirror balanced between its top and the wall. He tried to mimic Josef's smile. Nope, still too fat. Christ, did he get old, just over the last few days it felt like.Josef was a very special park ranger. He said he was the sort of park ranger he knew Adam would like. Josef was in charge of the Poe house, in Poe Park."And with what do you need my assistance?" Adam asked. He pressed his arm against Josef's arm. This was all so easy. A Christmas miracle, a week after the fact?"Two things. The band that goes on at midnight—Creature Feature?" Josef began."Yes?""They're terrible!""I know," Adam said. "Everything is dark and terrible." He shifted away from Josef's gaze, took what he hoped was a sophisticated sip of his drink, and then added, "but those guys are truly awful. So what's the second thing?""I've been with many men," Josef said. "Many women. But never where I live. I've always been to their apartments, or just cruised around.""You're back in serial killer mode!"Josef pushed his lips against Adam's ear, so Adam could feel the words on his flesh. "I live in the Poe house."There was packing to do. So much packing. And unpacking. Adam snorted—a flashback within a flashback? Why not? Why was he folding clothes to give away? Adam was nervous, he needed to keep his hands busy. He couldn't smoke anymore; nobody smoked anymore. So, even further back, into the era from which he had kept no clothes. High school Adam was just another suburban brat in Dockers and polo shirts. He didn't read, he left MTV choose his music—and this was before Nirvana, when 120 Minutes was on too late to watch regularly. But Poe, in tenth grade, changed everything. Weird little stories that barely seemed to be in English, and in them anything could happen. A slow and careful murder with no hero to save the day. A detective that solves a crime, but with no sense of justice. "You can't send an ape to prison, and even if you could it wouldn't mean much more to the ape than a zoo"—Adam actually wrote that on the essay exam for "The Murders in the Rue Morgue" and enjoyed a rare 99+ from Mr. Goldstein.And that was that. Adam would be a writer, though he knew better than to tell anyone, or to even engage in any writing. Even diaries could be discovered. Adam would keep it all in his head. He'd be an English teacher, and he'd study in the city, at Eugene Lang, to get away from his parents and experience a little bit of life during the week before taking the Metro North back up to Danbury with a load of laundry. Then he found the goth scene, and made a point of keeping his stranger garments back in the dorm, stuffed under the bunk.It would have been too perfect for the old Poe paperback to be at the bottom of Adam's closet now, as he packed his little room on a sunny North Beach day. The complete works, which he never made it through, were on his smartphone anyway. Came bundled with the e-reader. The towel Adam had been using as a curtain was already packed, and it was hard to read off the phone screen with the sun's rays coming through the window unimpeded. Only a few more boxes left.Adam was a naïf back then—he had heard of the Poe House that NYU owned, and figured that the subway ride from the Lower East Side to the border of the West Village would be short and convenient in the snowy night. Clearly, Josef was somehow responsible for Washington Square Park. Cleaning up the syringes, or polishing the cement chessboard tables or something. City work, union work. It's all supposed to be money for nothing. But at West 4th, Josef led him on to the D train."Now you'll discover my problem," Josef said, snickering. The train was packed with drunks. Mostly lots of Long Island girls with high hair and wobbly heels and their fat Italian boyfriends with rings the size of human eyes yelping and guffawing their way to Times Square, but there were a selection of quieter locals lolling about in the seats. Josef hugged one of the poles for straphangers and shouted in Adam's ear. "The Poe Cottage is in the Bronx." All the blood left Adam's face that moment and Josef smiled. "That's right," he said."I…don't mind," Adam shouted back. He tried to smile, but his lips felt blue and dead. He'd never been to the Bronx. Had never met anyone from the Bronx. It was a strange little island—no, it was the only part of New York City that wasn't an island, the Bronx really was part of mainland America—that so far as Adam knew was comprised of 100 percent raging crack addicts and black street gangs who breakdanced on flattened cardboard boxes all day and mugged old ladies at night.Adam sucked on his teeth now, thinking of his old idiocy. College and moving to the West Coast had beaten most of the casual racism out of him, and that was a good thing. "But all I got in exchange was guilt," he said, aloud, to himself. Then he huffed and returned to sorting the socks with holes in them from the socks without holes in them."What's your favorite Poe?" Adam had asked Josef that night. He almost said, Mine's "The Masque of the Red Death", but didn't want to sound stupid and obvious, so he said nothing more."Eureka!" Josef yelled, but nobody turned. "I design to speak of the Physical, Metaphysical and Mathematical," he said, each adjective louder than the last. "Of the Material and Spiritual Universe:— of its Essence, its Origin, its Creation, its Present Condition and its Destiny.""Oh," Adam said.Josef smiled and leaned down and brushed his lips against Adam's. Adam waited for someone to scream Fags! or just for a knife in the kidney, but neither was forthcoming."It's okay; it's not on the usual syllabi," Josef said, keeping his mouth close and voice down. The train had stopped at 42nd Street, and let out a bunch of confused bridge and tunnlers who didn’t know how far Times Square was from Bryant Park, so the car was a bit quieter now."Poe called it a prose poem, but it's not really poetic. It's essentially a lecture about the creation of the universe. He basically predicted the Big Bang theory.""Okay," Adam said. He wanted to get off the train and go home. And do what? This was his first time staying in the city instead of watching the ball drop on TV with his grandmother."Let us conceive the Particle, then, to be only not totally exhausted by diffusion into Space. From the one Particle, as a centre, let us suppose to be irradiated spherically—in all directions—to immeasurable but still to definite distances in the previously vacant space—a certain inexpressibly great yet limited number of unimaginably yet not infinitely minute atoms," Josef recited, smiling and pleased. He drew himself up to his full height, leaving Adam to contemplate the nipples visible through his black mesh. Those would need to be warmed up later, Adam decided, with his very own tongue."Previously vacant space," Adam repeated. "That doesn't really sound like the Big Bang theory to me." Josef frowned, so Adam quickly added, "but not bad for a poet from the 1840s. Sheer literary insight, and he almost got it right.""No," Josef said. "He got it all right. It's the modern world that's got it all wrong. You'll see."Adam wasn't quite sure at what stop it happened, but at some point he and Josef became the only two white people in the train car. They'd passed through some sort of racist mesh, a geographical sieve. He hoped he would see everything Josef had to offer. It had better be worth it.It was nearly 2 am when Josef led Adam up to Knightsbridge and the Grand Concourse. Adam heard the voice of his old grandmother saying how nice everything in the city used to be before those people started moving in. It was depressing now, but not dangerous. Just dead. Everyone had watched the ball drop on their shitty little televisions, then turned off the lights and went to bed. Josef walked quickly, with determination, a prize tropical bird again."Do you like Public Enemy?" Josef said, seemingly out of nowhere. Adam walked through a puff of his own steaming breath, to catch up."What?""You know. 'Fight the Power.' Chuck D and Flava Flav? I saw them a couple of years ago, with Sisters of Mercy.""Oh, no," Adam said. He'd been in high school a couple of years ago, and only knew what little Sisters of Mercy MTV played. "I missed that show.""It was great. Gang of Four opened—old school punk, that is. And nobody came; Radio City was practically empty, just like the streets up here are tonight. That's what reminded me," Josef said. He wrapped his arms around himself and shivered, finally playing human again for a moment. "I got a great t-shirt. It says, it's a black thing. you wouldn't understand. I should have worn it tonight. I'm freezing my tits off." Josef ran his palm over Adam's velvet top. "You're a smart lad," he said.Adam was smart enough not to ask how Josef actually lived in a tourist attraction. Did he stow everything in a closet, or have to take all his meals out?  Poe Park was small, but bright thanks to the blanket of diamond show on the ground. A stone tablet on the walkway read eureka! and went without snow. There was probably something with the relative temperature of the tablet versus the modern concrete Adam thought, then he realized that everything he'd been thinking—the fear, the trivia, had all been to put aside his wonder and craving for the taste of Josef's cock.The cottage itself was a small little two-story number with a porch. It wouldn't have been out of place in Danbury, with some old cat lady or poor family with seven kids stuffed into it. Josef trotted ahead again and waved Adam around the corner. "The digs are in the basement. You can see my problem, yes? I made a New Year's resolution to have sex in my own bed, in my own place, sometime this year.""Well, it's already next year," Adam said. He flashed a crooked smile and pointed to his watch. "See?""Oh, in that case you'd better just get back on the train and go home." Josef stood straight as a rod and waited. Adam puffed out a breath and smiled. Then Josef smiled back. They tumbled joyfully down the concrete steps and into the cramped studio.Josef's hair was long and chaotically spiked. One of the wayward points practically scraped against the low ceiling. There were milk crates stuffed with books and CDs along one wall, a futon on the other, and a laptop blinking away in the corner. No real kitchen, but there was a sink and a hot plate and a microwave and a coffee maker. Not much closet space either, if the puddles of black clothing on the floor were anything to go by. It smelled a little moldy, a little tangy, like old sex.Even now, Adam can taste the next morning's coffee on his tongue. Part of why he had moved to North Beach was that one of the little Italian dives served coffee that almost tasted like Josef's.Josef ran his hand along one of the walls. "The cottage was originally down the block," he explained, suddenly professional. "It was moved here when the subway came in. This basement is modern, and serves as the foundation for the cottage in its new location right over our heads. Had it been a nineteenth century basement, the walls likely would have been of hewn stone, plastered over…" He trailed off, seemingly unsure of what to do next.Adam walked right up to him. "You're a park ranger, not a serial killer. I believe you. Kiss me, stupid," he said, and Josef did indeed kiss him stupid, sucking on Adam's tongue softly, like it was a half-hard cock.The basement was cold, and the boys were cold too—their limbs were more like a quartet of icicles looking to melt than anything else. The winter had never left Adam's bones, not even after fifteen years in California. He shivered in the middle of his empty room, only now realizing how closely he had arranged its layout to match Josef's basement studio. Back in 1993, belts slid off, knees all pointy and white rose up, and Adam buried himself in Josef's lap, mouth open wide.Josef leaned back and muttered something. First it was the usual—good boy, my little facecunt, more more.Then, something odd. "Especially attractive Adam…"No. Especially attractive atom.Then some more muttering Adam didn't catch, as he was busy trying not to use his hands on Josef's cock, but just his mouth and lips and tongue and jaw.  "I propose," Josef said turned on to his side, his fingers seeking out the crack of Adam's ass as he said the words.Adam jerked upright. "Wait, what?" He smacked Josef's hand away. "What?"If I propose to ascertain the influence of one mote in a sunbeam upon its neighboring mote, I cannot accomplish my purpose without first counting and weighing all the atoms in the Universe and defining the precise positions of all at one particular moment. If I venture to displace, by even the billionth part of an inch, the microscopical speck of dust which lies now upon the point of my finger, what is the character of that act upon which I have adventured?Adam looked at the boxes on the floor of his bedsit. Seven to keep, three to donate, one just to fling out the window, but he didn't have the balls for that. San Francisco wasn't that kind of place anymore. The Imp of the Perverse had left the world, it seemed. It was a small life he had. That was the character of the act upon which he had adventured, Adam realized.Josef was stronger than he looked. He had a wiry strength to him, arms like rebar. But his face was suddenly soft, so soft, like a child. Like Poe's little virgin wife, Adam thought, dying of consumption. "Please don't tell me to stop," Josef said, practically whimpering. "Please don't." He kissed Adam's shoulder, took his cock in one hand and pumped a finger into Adam's ass with another. "Please don't tell me to stop."Adam didn't say anything. It was dark in the basement—everything was black on black, and when he turned his head he couldn't even see the little green light from Josef's computer. He couldn't see the white knuckles wrapped around his dick, or the edge of the wall, or anything. The world fell away from Adam, and the dark grew ever longer in every direction.The futon was gone.No. Adam's legs were gone, his thighs were. The world was gone. Adam was a point, floating in infinite black space.No. Not space either. The previous vacancy. Adam was terrified—the little ripple in the velvet of the night that he was quivered, and the universe shook with him. Then he sensed them. The other men. The men that Josef had brought down here. The man that had brought Josef down here for the first time to suck and fuck, years prior. Decades of men, with thick hands and huge round shoulders. Little men, willowy like girls, their fingers tracing at what were once the borders of his body. Toothless grins and soft soft gums around his cock. Terrible bloodshot eyes, the pressure of blood pushing through the capillaries. Then the man himself, with his head huge like a white pumpkin's, scrounging for winter roots in the field across from his home, and finding only the previous vacancy in the dirt between his desperate fingers. Adam could eat that agony, feed off it for years. And before Poe, men in wigs, then breeches. Brown men with smooth chests and nipples like chestnuts. And before them, men of vintages of yet unknown, or types that could never be forced to fit into the taxonomies of the species.  Adam didn't see them, he wore them like a snake slithering back into a strange discarded skin.Thus, according to the schools, I prove nothing.Adam gulped something older than air. But he could feel his tongue again, his teeth, and Josef's as well.There is no mathematical demonstration which Could bring the least additional True proof of the great Truth which I have advanced—the truth of Original Unity as the source—as the principle of the Universal Phaenomena.Somewhere, miles and eons south of his brain, Adam felt his body experiencing an orgasm. It was distant and remote, like listening to a tinny radio through a closed door.I am not so sure that my heart beats and that my soul lives:—of the rising of to-morrow's sunAnd he was cold again. Bare feet on concrete and scraps of cloth.I do not pretend to be one thousandth part as sure -- as I am of the irretrievably by-gone Fact that All Things and All Thoughts of Things, with all their ineffable Multiplicity of Relation, sprang at once into being from the primordial and irrelative One."Do you see?" Josef said. "Did you see it?" Only now was steam coming from his mouth as he spoke. He nestled closer to Adam and asked again, and again. "It's us. It's the whole world. Created from one, not two. Just one. We are all that we ever need, see? Did you see?"Adam said the worst kind of truth—the literal sort of truth that burns hotter than the worst of lies. "I didn't see anything."Josef pulled himself away, sticky crotch peeling from sticky crotch, and hugged himself on the far side of the futon. "I'm not sure I believe you, but I know what you mean," he said. "Well, think about it."Adam did, all night, not sleeping, trying to listen for Josef's breathing, trying to hear the sunrise and the morning frost melt in the grasses over his head. When Josef finally woke up, he was reasonably chatty in the way a goth boy would be. He asked after Adam's dreams and if they had been twisted and nightmarish. Adam had none he remembered. Josef then made coffee, followed by apologies for having no cream for it.He smoked a clove cigarette—the smell filled the little room instantly—and nudged at his clothing with a precise and subtle foot when trying to decide what to wear for the day. "New Year's Day. The cottage is closed, so I can wear black on the outside." Adam wanted those toes jammed down his mouth. "The way I feel on the inside!" Josef finished, then guffawed loudly at himself like a cartoon donkey. Adam drank his coffee and realized that he didn't have to make excuses for an early exit. The cup in his hands was a farewell.One of the local homeless guys hooted as Adam shouldered the last of his boxes into the hatch of his Zip Car."Yo, they rent out your room yet?" he asked."Of course they did!" Adam said, louder and angrier than he wanted, but he didn't turn around. "It's the Bay Area.""Where you going off too?""Storage warehouse in Oakland.""And after that?"Adam did turn around at that question. He didn't even recognize the guy, and he thought he knew all the homeless guys and all the SRO bottom-feeders on the block. North Beach was no Castro, not with the families grazing at the restaurants and the straight strip joints, but the neighborhood was still pretty cruisy. "The airport," he said. "One way trip, for the time being at least.""Going to New York or somethin'? You sound like a New Yorker?" the guy said. He scratched at his balls absently through his ruined jeans. "Stawrije wear-haus" he said. "That's Noo Yawk."No, that's not it. Never New York. Never ever. Adam walked around the car, got in, started the ignition, rolled down the window, pulled out of the parking lot, looked at the homeless guy—whose hand was still on his own crotch—and said, "Connecticut, sorry. My mother is getting old. I have to care for her.""You are sorry," the homeless guy said. He smiled, planted his free hand on the car door, and showed off three teeth."I am sorry," Adam said. He thought about swinging the door open hard and getting rid of the guy that way. But he didn't do anything."I know you is," the guy said. "Just remember…" he stopped to chew on his furry bottom lip. "Uh…that the sense of individual identity will be gradually merged in the general consciousness.""What!"The homeless guy opened his mouth again, his voice loud and strange. "That Man, for example, ceasing imperceptibly to feel himself Man, will at length attain that awfully triumphant epoch when he shall recognize his existence as that of Jehovah!"Adam stared at the homeless guy, his eyes wide. The homeless man was as surprised as anyone else. Behind them, someone impatiently honked their car horn, so Adam revved the engine and when the homeless guy lifted his hand Adam slid the car easily into traffic. It didn't even occur to him until an hour later, when he was standing in the security line at Oakland International, that he could have said something to that homeless guy. Something like, I bet you say that to all the boys.END"Eureka!" was originally published in "Where Thy Dark Eye Glances" edited by Steve Berman, and published by Lethe Press in 2013.This recording is a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives license which means you can share it with anyone you’d like, but please don’t change or sell it. Our theme is “Aurora Borealis” by Bird Creek, available through the Google Audio Library.Thanks for listening, and I’ll have another story for you on October 13th.[Music plays out]

Virginia Historical Society Podcasts
Richmond’s Old Stone House and Poe Museum by Rose Marie Mitchell (Audio)

Virginia Historical Society Podcasts

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 6, 2014 59:49


On October 30 at noon, Rose Marie Mitchell delivered a Banner Lecture entitled "Richmond’s Old Stone House and Poe Museum." Even though the Old Stone House in Richmond is often called the Poe House because the legend has grown that the writer once lived in the structure, the story is not true. Poe never lived there. How then did the connection between the man and the house eventually become a reality and not just an Idea? After countless years of interest in Edgar Allan Poe and over three years of research, Rose Marie Mitchell has gathered the facts and stories to bring it all together to show how the house and the man are connected and how the Old Stone House is worthy of preservation in its own right and certainly worthy of being a memorial site for the internationally known and respected author.

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Virginia Historical Society Podcasts
Richmond's Old Stone House and Poe Museum

Virginia Historical Society Podcasts

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 30, 2014 59:49


On October 30, 2014, Rose Marie Mitchell delivered a Banner Lecture entitled "Richmond's Old Stone House and Poe Museum." Even though the Old Stone House in Richmond is often called the Poe House because the legend has grown that the writer once lived in the structure, the story is not true. Poe never lived there. How then did the connection between the man and the house eventually become a reality and not just an Idea? After countless years of interest in Edgar Allan Poe and over three years of research, Rose Marie Mitchell has gathered the facts and stories to bring it all together to show how the house and the man are connected and how the Old Stone House is worthy of preservation in its own right and certainly worthy of being a memorial site for the internationally known and respected author. The content and opinions expressed in these presentations are solely those of the speaker and not necessarily of the Virginia Museum of History & Culture.

Sci-Fi Saturday Night
Talkcast 167 – Mike Dougherty

Sci-Fi Saturday Night

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 19, 2013


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