Toasting Poe on His Birthday
You might think Edgar Allan Poe’s birthday would be in October, but it’s not. The master of macabre was born smack dab in the middle of winter on January 19. Last year, the curator of the Poe Museum in Baltimore declared an official end to what had become an annual ritual on the author’s birthday. For more than half a century, a fan known as the “Poe Toaster” would leave three roses and a half-empty bottle of cognac on his grave, but after four years of not showing up, it’s believed the toaster may have passed on. But that doesn’t mean you can’t celebrate Poe’s birthday on your own by reading from “The Raven” or your favorite story of his and sipping on a toddy.
For inspiration, The Huffington Post has five birthday poems to Poe by writer Laurence Hughes, and we’ve got a horror story from Baton Rouge writer Cesar Rico. Or just listen to Christopher Walken read “The Raven” in the video below and cross celebrating Poe’s birthday off your list for the weekend.