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	A Touch Of Poe Quoth The Pelican, "Nevermore"

FROM A POSTING ON THE BOULDER NEWS FORUM: scorch - 08:45am Apr 28, 1999 MST (#14 of 37) Sow the wind and reap the whirlwind. JAMMY DOES POE Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over the pulsing, flickering light of my monitor While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my trailer door. 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my trailer door - Only this and nothing more.' Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my screen sucrease of sorrow - sorrow for accused Patsy - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name dear Patsy - Queen of my heart for evermore. And the lonely clacking tapping of each key upon my keyboard Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic pleasure never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my trailer door - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my trailer door; - This it is and nothing more.' Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, 'Sir,' said I, 'or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was posting, and to me you should me toasting, I am so caught up in the roasting That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, 'Patsy!' This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word 'Patsy!' Merely this and nothing more. Back into the trailer turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. 'Surely,' said I, 'surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore - Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; - 'Tis the wind and nothing more!' Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter In there stepped a stately Pelican of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my trailer door - Perched upon a bust of Patsy just above my trailer door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. FROM A POSTING ON THE BOULDER NEWS FORUM: scorch - 10:47am Apr 28, 1999 MST (#21 of 37) Sow the wind and reap the whirlwind. You are right Ruthee....it should be called POE DOES JAMMY - PART II Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into crying, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, 'Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, 'art sure no craven, So on topic, stately Pelican wandering from the Nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the Pelican 'Nevermore.' Much I marvelled this most regal fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer to my theory little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was so possessed with seeing bird above his trailer door - Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his trailer door, With such name as 'Nevermore.' But the Pelican, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only of the TRUTH, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered - Till I scarcely more than muttered 'I've been told all this before - On the morrow I'll be proven, as my sources tell me more.' Then the bird said 'Nevermore.' Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, 'Doubtless,' said I, 'what it utters is its only stock and store Caught up in the group delusion that there was no night intrusion Of the parents' dark collusion-For it's causing such confusion This song of 'Never - nevermore.' But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into crying, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the vinyl sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore - What this wise and nimble, gallant, gracious and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking 'Nevermore.' This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's vinyl lining that the screen-light gloated o'er, But whose vinyl violet lining with the screen-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by JonBenet whose foot - falls tinkled on the tufted floor. 'Wretch,' I cried, 'thy God hath lent thee - by this angel he hath sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from my longing for the Patsy; Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, let me forget this Patsy whore! Quoth the Pelican 'Nevermore.' FROM A POSTING ON THE BOULDER NEWS FORUM: scorch - 11:25am Apr 28, 1999 MST (#25 of 37) Sow the wind and reap the whirlwind. POE DOES JAMMY - FINALE 'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, in this forum land enchanted - On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore - Is the Patsy truly guiltless? - tell me - tell me, I implore!' Quoth the Pelican 'Nevermore.' 'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow weighted, if within this life it's fated I shall have the fame and fortune I have toiled and troubled for? And the requited love of Patsy from behind the prison door? Quoth the Pelican 'Nevermore.' 'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting - 'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the Pelican 'Nevermore.' And the Pelican, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Patsy just above my trailer door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the screen-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore! NOTE: The satire, "A Touch Of Poe - Quoth The Pelican, "Nevermore" is the property of the poster known as "Scorch" who has given permission for the material to be used as part of the ACandyRose Internet Subculture History archive site.

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