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The Raven visits the Garth
You are alone, in silence, in darkness, with your fantasies, all is a shambles, and sadness sees no light. A verse enters your memory, images flitter in the dim reflected light of the fireplace. Edgar is there slumped over and mumbling about a strange visitor, an illusion from the past whispers in your ear: “It’s the Raven, it has returned! Wake up! Oh, is it you my love, Lenore is it you?”
Night of poetry reading and dramatization of “The Raven.” Come read your favorite poem, listen to others read theirs, then grab your seat for Alfred Hopkins’ dramatization of Poe’s me... (... continúa)
The blankets whispered touched and free
Lovers hands travelling rivers, mountains, centuries
Rested, and roved, and sought and caressed
While the sun played drunkenly on the edges of the moon.
Their words resounded on the starched sheets as beckoning swallows
And the world went its way, and conventions went their way and
Silence pervaded the sheets where the lover’s moist palms clasped and moved and spoke of joy. &nbs... (... continúa)
You decide to work on the Edgar Allen Poe’s captivating and dark image-rich poem, “The Raven.” Shadowy impressions of that ebony bird posed upon the bust of Pallus had haunted your thoughts for decades but it was only recently that you imagined dramatizing it. Then when you find yourself tapping your feet to the rythym of a jazz musician’s trumpet at The Garth Gallery in Columbia, Pennsylvania, the idea bursts into your consciousness.
So you read the poem. How in Hell can you work this into a theatrical presentation? Theater involves a special kind of communication with spectators: the script is the guide, but the breath and the voice in all of their variations bring life to