No such thing as reading too much, babe!!!!!
I feel that Poe wrote in the same manner that Dylan Marlais Thomas wrote- not so much in theme, but in tone. It never seemd to me that either poet/author scratched out words on the page to stay, silent, on the page.
From Thomas' "Love in the Asylum":
A stranger has come
To share my room in the house not right in the head,
A girl mad as birds
Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.
Strait in the mazed bed
She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds
Yet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room,
At large as the dead,
Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.
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There is a certain building quality to the words chosen, ebbing always towards a point in the distance. And not just the way the words feel in your mouth, but each one is chosen, like Poe, to elicit a specific image in the mind, a certain almost unnameable emotion bordering fear and sadness, some wild desperation for a thing not named. The modern/contemporary (I hate that word) poets Susan Mitchell and Anne Lockhead have a similar style, and I hope will be as successful in developing it.
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