| Without a doubt, he struggled to make ends meet. I can not comment on how much he actually made from his writings. Though The Raven was not a get rich publication, from accounts I have read. However, it seems he did make a few long lasting (significant)enemies because of his literary criticism, known for its surgical accuracy, as well as its, at times, mercilessness. It was second to none and very influencial in his time . His demise was as filled with mystery as was his troubled life: (Scroll toward the bottom) http://www.lfchosting.com/eapoe/geninfo/poedeath.htmEdgar Allan Poe is one of my favorites of all times. His short stories wasted not a word from start to finish. The respect RB pays him in Usher II and Exiles is ironically perfect. Just think, there never was any Amontillado! "He-he-he-he-he-he-he-he...for the love of God, Montresor!" |
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| From memory, as I'm not at my library, Poe (like many others in his era) did not get royalties. He got a one-time payment. From what I read, if he had gotten royalties from "The Raven" alone, he would have been wealthy. But he got a one-time payment, and then others made money by reprinting his work and selling it themselves. It is like pirating CDs and DVDs today (how many participate in that!!??)
Poe is, indeed, one of the very best. He wrote in several areas: Detective/Mystery (one of the inventors of that genre), horror, suspense, verse, criticism. |
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| Chap, great story. Pardon me if yours sparked a memory: Many moons ago I played jazz for a living, which meant I had to do something else for money, so I worked in a coffee shop/ice cream parlour. The buses used to change there and I was often by myself, so I was usually incredibly busy. Anyway, an old couple with cerebral palsy used to come in once in awhile. The woman, whose name was Rose, was also a bit retarded and couldn't speak at all. The man could speak with great difficulty, and neither could carry a milkshake to a table very well. (They only ever got milkshakes because they could handle a straw, but not a spoon.) I want to tell you, though, that they were the most appreciative and kindest of all my customers; and when they came in, I would take the time and patience to serve and help them even if it meant making several rude, in-a-hurry "normal" people wait! I remember with what absolute child-like delight they would sit sipping their milkshakes and look lovingly at each other... |
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| I loved both of your stories, very moving. I really enjoy hearing stories from almost anyone. Some of the most profound stories I've heard were from your street cleaners or your checkout person or anybody. You have to not just hear, but listen. Its a little hard for me to do that at times. Sometimes you can get shown the light in the strangest places if you look at it right...
She stood silently looking out into the great sallow distances of sea bottom, as if recalling something, her yellow eyes soft and moist...
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| Chap, It was moving to me to write that. I get misty now reading it myself! Bot, Good observation. Stravinsky once said. "To hear is no merit. A duck hears." In other words, hearing is what our ears do. Listening is a conscious effort. As a musician, I've played in concerts - but also in bars, lounges, and clubs. I the former venue, folks have paid to be there; and in the latter venue, you may have as much value as the wallpaper. It really is enlightening when, as I believe Ray has done most of his life, we become conscious of our sensory imput and appreciate it! |
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