Certain days bring out all the horror--scary tales and ghostly haunting...
The 13th is bad luck (after all). Anything could happen! And you may be sitting around with your fellow book geeks and enjoying a chat about ghosts, goblins, vampires, werewolves, and any other creature that could grace your very active imagination...
The hours of Friday, the 13th, slipped away, and I re-read The Monkey's Paw. Have you ever wondered what you would wish for if given the chance (those wishes are such dangerous commodities--they never turn out how we want them to, and we'd end up worse than before). But the dream is a tantalizing one. What dream? What fondest hope would you claim?...
Such days as these also draw us into mad tales like The Black Cat by Edgar Allan Poe. Or, we're reminded of the mysterious appearance of Carmilla. Perhaps, you'd even imagine the Faustian bargain in The Devil and Tom Walker on a day such as this...
As a afterthought, there's On the Beach at Night, by Walt Whitman: "Up through the darkness, / While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading, / Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky, / Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east..." with the last line "Watching, silently weeps."
Where did you find yourself? What did you do? What works of literature crossed your mind? (It's interesting to read what bestselling writers like Meg Waite Clayton have to say about your chances for luck on Friday, the 13th...)
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Mmmm … I love Whitman, but this one lays on the pathos & pathetic fallacy with rather a full trowel … but dammit! – I wish I could create such images!!! I know this one won’t leave me till the day I die!
What is it about the sea that grabs all the poets? ‘Come unto these yellow sands … ‘; ‘This music crept by me upon the waters …’; ‘It keeps eternal whisperings …’; ‘The sea is calm tonight …’ The ee cummings one about ‘maggie & milly & molly & may’ – is that the right order? – sums it up best.
Hm. I should go try and write one of my own instaed of spiulling out all these half-remembered quotes!
Like the poem; what he is saying is open to personal interpritation. it evokes a sense of change, a hint of sadness ?loss. Mood can be looking ahead or reflecting on the past.