“No indeed, the world is just as concrete, ornery, vile and sublimely wonderful as before, only now I better understand my relation to it and it to me. I’ve come a long way from those days when, full of illusion, I lived a public life and attempted to function under the assumption that the world was solid and all the relationships therein. Now I know men are different and that all life is divided and that only in division is there true health.”
–Ralph Ellison, “Invisible Man”
I said too much on my Twitter today. Read about Poe below, and then let’s try tomorrow.
On this day in 1849 occurred one of the greatest unsolved mysteries in the world of literature. Author Edgar Allan Poe was found in a Baltimore gutter—delirious, incoherent, and not wearing his own clothes. Four days later, he would be dead, having never recovered from the mysterious incident.
One of the greatest American authors of all time. And we still don’t really know the exact circumstances of his death.
There is something very not-right out there—I think you and I can agree on that.
Or rather: you may agree with me right off the bat because you assume we think the same.
My definition of not-right may NOT be the same as yours. Or it may be. We are simply not sure.
But as a baseline we can say: baseline, something is very not-right out there.