A rocky West Side knoll inspires Edgar Allan Poe

Always love “Ephemeral New York”‘s New York History.

Ephemeral New York

PoedaguerreotypeIn 1844, Edgar Allan Poe had a lot on his mind.

Though he’d already published some short stories and newspaper pieces, Poe was still a struggling writer working on a poem called The Raven and editing articles for the Evening Mirror.

He also had his young wife to worry about. Virginia Clemm was sick with tuberculosis.

Instead of living downtown or in Greenwich Village, as the couple had in 1837, they moved to a country farmhouse roughly at today’s Broadway and 84th Street.

 At the time, this was part of the bucolic village of Bloomingdale. Fresh air, the thinking was, might help ease Virginia’s illness.

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When Poe needed to get away from the farmhouse (above, in 1879) and seek inspiration, he went to a rocky knoll of Manhattan schist in the woods overlooking the Hudson River, on the border of the not-yet-created Riverside Park.

He named it Mount Tom…

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16-05-13/14 WPC – Face

The challenge this week is Face.  So many ways to go but…as I write this at 11:29pm on Friday the 13th, this double exposure that I took this morning in South Wellfleet fits the bill. If fits, both because there is a face in it (mine) but also because it fits my mood 18 hours later.

Harlan Ellison wrote a Hugo Award winning short story (1968) called “I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream”. That brilliant title (and story, read it if you never have) sums up how I am feeling at this moment.

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16-05-11 WPC- Mother Earth

They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique
And a swinging hot spot
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
‘Till it’s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
They took all the trees
And put them in a tree museum
And they charged all the people
A dollar and a half to see ’em
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
‘Till it’s gone
They paved paradise
And they put up a parking lot
Hey farmer farmer
Put away that D.D.T. now
Give me spots on my apples
But leave me the birds and the bees
Please
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
‘Till it’s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
Joni Mitchell
I spent Sunday at Coney Island…I took a lot of pictures of many of the human made spectaculars.
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and yet…
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I couldn’t help feeling that the original was better.
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The weekly challenge is Earth

16-05-05 Going Up The Country

I bring the youth of America home from sophomore year of college tomorrow.

I put this playlist together to cover the three hour drive to the school…
They get to choose the ride home list.

Whipping Post (Live) The Allman Brothers Band
Cowgirl In the Sand (Live)Neil Young
Desolation Row Bob Dylan
Sultans of Swing (Live) Dire Straits
Matty Groves Fairport Convention
Madame George Van Morrison
Ball and Chain (Live) Big Brother & The Holding Company
Mortal City Dar Williams
Three O’Clock Blues B.B. King & Eric Clapton
Amen Leonard Cohen
Sugaree (Live) Grateful Dead
Layla Derek & The Dominos
When the Music’s Over The Doors
Blackstar David Bowie
Purple Rain Prince & The Revolution
New York City Serenade Bruce Springsteen

These particular versions (many live) actually give me 30 minutes extra in case of traffic jams.

Sunrise over Queens, New York.

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16-04-27 It’s Been A Long Time

And I can only stay for a few minutes. A few images from projects that I have been working on…

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Happy Anniversary, Katherine…

16-04-08 WPC – Future

There is no present or future; only the past, happening over and over again now.”

Eugene O’Neill

The Challenge this week is “Future”.

By the time you see this it will be my past…

Planting baby oysters in Blackfish Creek, Wellfleet, MA.

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