Some Branches Of The Poe-tree

These are The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar which occured shortly after the

Fall of the House of Usher, which was found to be, in reality, A Descent Into the

Malestrom.   Attending a Masque of the Red Death, the dead man's Tell Tale Heart

suddenly exploded, although The System of Doctor Tarr and Professor Feather

had promised much hope in for the avoidance of The Premature Burial in The Oblong 

BoxThe dead man's two heirs, Ligeia and Morella, deposited into the coffin The

Gold Bug and Hop-Frog that had meant so much to their benefactor, who had

left to them, as an inheritance, The Oval Portrait, and The Purloined Letter which

may have contained an alternate solution to the mystery of The Murders in the

Rue Morgue, which the dead man had followed so closely through daily

newspaper reports.  We returned to the dead man's home where we sipped heartily,

repeatedly, and plentifully from The Cask of the Amontillado that the dead man

had been keeping for a future celebration.  Meanwhile, The Black Cat, being

excited by all the unexpected company, began to behave like The Imp of the

Perverse.  Meanwhile, we all agreed that the sudden Loss of Breath must have

been some indicator of the sudden approach of the dead man's fate, a time when

you should Never Bet the Devil Your Head.  Later, we were all captivated to hear

The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket, about The Light-House that had

attracted Pym's curiosity.  The Journal of Julius Rodman (which we also read

as we continued to get drunk like a couple of sots in a cheap honky tonk on the

wrong side of town) provided some invaluable insights into the dead man's

final days among the living.


Starward


Author's Notes/Comments: 

This parody---or is it a travesty---of a poem was great fun to write, and I had to pause from time to time to figure out how to get as many of Poe's short story titles as possible into the mix.


I deliberately neglected to give a name to the . . . uh . . . Dead Man . . . having been recently unjustly accused of naming a character, and of thereafter deploying that name, to the aggravation of one of my most faithful readers.  And, rather than causing that poor soul any further distress or disturbance, I elected to follow that particular designation.


I am almost tempted to try using this format on my favorite titles among the poems of Wallace Stevens, a Poet who created the whimsiest and most amusing of titles.  Having received a very thorough lecture explicating the custom and privilege of The Doctrine of Fair Use, by one of the most brilliant legal minds I have encountered (or so, I think, that mind would have me believe), I feel justified in appropriating---with the utmost respect---these titles from Poe's short fiction; and, hopefully in the near future, some of Stevens' titles.

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