HG
I remember a few years ago watching a documentary on Poe’s life, this was before I found you and knew anything about narcissists. Now I have to try and find that show because I believe good old Edgar was a narcissist? I have actually listened to this 3 times already today HG. I cherish this piece of writing, I do believe this piece was written for you and your amazing voice to read! Thank you HG. Extra money going into the jar for angel assistance this month!
It’s wonderful to have some downloadable material – this and Ode to the West Wind – that is not specifically educational – just delightful.
And timely – last week I purchased two prints by a local artist of a beautiful raven with the opening line of this poem included in the design. (One for my apartment walls and one to send to a friend who will appreciate it – I’ll have to direct her to this recording as well!)
Ha!!! I was thinking of this in the past , hearing you recite it whenever I think of empaths swearing against being entangled again w their narc ;
“nevermore”
Was this mentioned ? By you or others here? Or did my mind concoct that ?
Have you ever done voice work? Your voice is so familiar to me I’ve always wondered if I’ve heard you before narcsite. You’d be the perfect Grinch
I had hoped you would come back saying something like that! That might sound odd but I’ll explain why. It’s kindly meant. Trust me.
Taking a step back. What is The Raven about. Actually? It’s about fear. Menace. Foreboding. Weird birds. More than one.
Disconnect the part of your ear that lends you to have a thought about the meaning. Let it wash over you then you hear the metre, the beat itself. It’s circular, it draws you in like a snake gripping you. Now the snake is there and you are waiting for him to strike. He may or may not do. That’s YOUR fear. The snake will or will not. No point wetting your pants, really, is it?
You see?
FM1T. You asked a question. Why am I feeling this emotion? I said ‘Don’t be scared’ because I felt, in that instant, you were scared. Not for yourself, I put that clumsily but for the subject.
I havn’t studied ‘The Raven’ in depth but then what I sense is, as I’ve said of fear, portents and a kind of doomish vibe. It’s a bit of a weird one isn’t it that bit of Poe?
I do understand Renarde and I cherish that piece of writing for other reasons that I am not comfortable talking about. Listening to it last evening brought back some of those feelings and triggered my ET which was running a bit high anyhow. I am not sure what the correct way is to explain this, but I will try. It’s kind of like a child finding out and realizing Santa Clause is not real, that it was all lies put there by someone you believed in and trusted and thought would never hurt you! Well reading that piece now made me realize how foolish it was to believe in the feelings I thought I had were real, and now coming to the realization that it was just my imagination making it all up in my mind because it was something I so desperately wanted to be real. I hope you understand what I’m trying to say, I can hear them in my mind, but it is hard for me to transfer it into writing.
I think you expressed it perfectly. I’ve addressed your Santa comment in another train which means I’ve now unintentionally made things complex. Apologies. Hope you get this OK?
I absolutely understand the utter despair and grief really it means when you look back and go ‘That entire part of my life was one big fact fucking lie’.
For me, it lasted 42 years. Because as I exited my parental home I almost immediately hooked up with someone that lasted 18 years in the formal. Post escape, I hadn’t really but heh? Another 4 years of my life constantly being manipulated.
And the reason it was so strong post escape is that he used my biggest fear, losing my children and turned it against me.
Going back to your point though, FM1T, Is it fear when we have actually lost someone or is it grief?
You see, I think a lot of these concepts are not clear in certainly my mind. I just feel that somehow I’ve been getting it wrong.
I believe it is both. Isn’t just the thought of loosing something or someone that you hold near and dear to your heart fear? After such a loss of any kind do we not grieve, if not for that person, then for what we thought or made that person
So I guess what you are saying in away is correct. It is a feeling of fear and despair when you find out something you thought you were feeling was real, and then to find out it was not. At which time I have to tell myself it’s times to pull up my big girl panties, strap up those boot straps, and walk on! It was the the perfect time of year for HG to release this piece, but I’m sure he already knew that. 😉
Kind of. Just my interpretation but that poetry is designed to induce fear and dread. Not actually maybe even in a malicious way. Maybe to prove a point? I understand that this is the type of thing your grandparents would read around the fire at hallowe’en. By your GP’s I mean the US GP’s.
Poe has gained a lot of popularity over in the UK but he’s only really began to rise in say the last 20 years. Again, just my perception. Therefore, I have zero emotional contagion attached to that work.
I hear the cleverness in the rhythm, the genius of the words. It’s not my favourite poem though.
Oh and yes, Father Christmas exists! Of course he does! He lives on as a very skewed remembrance of the spirit of Saturnalia. Giving gifts, rejoicing, eating and feeding post winter solstice. The spirit lives in the evergreen which promises new life after winter. when all the deciduous trees have long shed their leaves.
Arrgghh missus! You have subverted me, you sneak! I’ve broken my own rule.
1 – No Halloween until after the equinox
2 – No Xmas/solstice until after Halloween
3 – Definitely no Easter Eggs until at least a month after Xmas.
I find it disturbs my contagion strand when I see it out of order. (Oh by the way, I don’t mind writing about it because I’m in the zone to speak. It’s when you are out shopping, thinking of allsorts then a bloody ‘elf on the shelf’ pops up and ruins your day!)
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Wow, I loved this. Thanks for sharing.
You are welcome.
Damn!
Good damn.
Beautifully recited. Thank you for letting me and others know about this poem. I sincerely appreciate it.
HG
I remember a few years ago watching a documentary on Poe’s life, this was before I found you and knew anything about narcissists. Now I have to try and find that show because I believe good old Edgar was a narcissist? I have actually listened to this 3 times already today HG. I cherish this piece of writing, I do believe this piece was written for you and your amazing voice to read! Thank you HG. Extra money going into the jar for angel assistance this month!
You’re welcome and thank you
FM1T, I agree with your assessment of Poe as a narcissist. All kinds of red flags flying with that dude!
It was such a good show MB! I never thought about it again until today. Now I will make my self crazy trying to find it! lol
All you have to do is Google him. That’s where I got my information.
Ok…so did Lenore go No Contact or is this dude on her shelf?
Oh NA! WTF?! Only you could get something like that out of this piece! Don’t you have shelves to organize? Lol
NA,
She died.
They usually do, in Poe.
HG I love that poem. Thank you 😭
You are welcome.
It’s wonderful to have some downloadable material – this and Ode to the West Wind – that is not specifically educational – just delightful.
And timely – last week I purchased two prints by a local artist of a beautiful raven with the opening line of this poem included in the design. (One for my apartment walls and one to send to a friend who will appreciate it – I’ll have to direct her to this recording as well!)
You are welcome.
Thank you for the brilliant reading of the poem, HG! You are so talented!
You are welcome.
Amazing poem. Thanks for the reading HG. The imagery and the scene really comes to life through the words.
It makes me think the raven is the creature, and Lenore could be HG’s long lost Amanda.
You’re welcome and notable observations too.
Excellent!
Thank you
Of course
“*TAKE* thy *BEAK* from *OUT* MY DOOR!” will always be in Homer Simpson’s voice…
Sorry sorry , TAKE thy BEAK from OUT my heart…
Ha!!! I was thinking of this in the past , hearing you recite it whenever I think of empaths swearing against being entangled again w their narc ;
“nevermore”
Was this mentioned ? By you or others here? Or did my mind concoct that ?
Have you ever done voice work? Your voice is so familiar to me I’ve always wondered if I’ve heard you before narcsite. You’d be the perfect Grinch
Yes, I have.
What are the chances I’ve heard you outside of here ?
56%
WAF, I’d love to hear HG read some Dr. Seuss. It’s so good read aloud. A perfect Grinch indeed.
I’ve always loved the way it seems you are tasting the words as they leave your lips. Exquisite, HG. Dark and beautiful.
Thank you. An apt description
Love his readings. I am so fucking horny right now. Did I just say that? I did. Fuck you, HG.
I do the fucking, thank you very much Bibi! I am the verb, not the object.
Hahaha oh Bibi! 😘
Haha. I’ve missed you Bibi.
Whaaaaat?!
Narcs are AI : Artificial Intelligence
Robot sex
Except they let your dog escape and sleep with your sister: Hounded by Love.
Perfect!!’
I always knew your voice was perfect for this one HG, I was correct. This is one of my favorites, Edgar would approve. Beautifully done Sir! 👏👏👏
Now if I could just figure out why it triggered me and made me cry, that would be freaking amazing?
Creepy and perfect. Thanks, HG.
Pleasure
Oh FM1T! Sending a hug!
Thank you Renarde that was very sweet of you! 🤗🥰
Any time. No need to be scared, OK? 💛
You silly goose! I wasn’t scared. Lol. 😘🤗
FM1T
I had hoped you would come back saying something like that! That might sound odd but I’ll explain why. It’s kindly meant. Trust me.
Taking a step back. What is The Raven about. Actually? It’s about fear. Menace. Foreboding. Weird birds. More than one.
Disconnect the part of your ear that lends you to have a thought about the meaning. Let it wash over you then you hear the metre, the beat itself. It’s circular, it draws you in like a snake gripping you. Now the snake is there and you are waiting for him to strike. He may or may not do. That’s YOUR fear. The snake will or will not. No point wetting your pants, really, is it?
You see?
FM1T. You asked a question. Why am I feeling this emotion? I said ‘Don’t be scared’ because I felt, in that instant, you were scared. Not for yourself, I put that clumsily but for the subject.
I havn’t studied ‘The Raven’ in depth but then what I sense is, as I’ve said of fear, portents and a kind of doomish vibe. It’s a bit of a weird one isn’t it that bit of Poe?
And it’s not even All Souls Eve.
I do understand Renarde and I cherish that piece of writing for other reasons that I am not comfortable talking about. Listening to it last evening brought back some of those feelings and triggered my ET which was running a bit high anyhow. I am not sure what the correct way is to explain this, but I will try. It’s kind of like a child finding out and realizing Santa Clause is not real, that it was all lies put there by someone you believed in and trusted and thought would never hurt you! Well reading that piece now made me realize how foolish it was to believe in the feelings I thought I had were real, and now coming to the realization that it was just my imagination making it all up in my mind because it was something I so desperately wanted to be real. I hope you understand what I’m trying to say, I can hear them in my mind, but it is hard for me to transfer it into writing.
FM1T
I think you expressed it perfectly. I’ve addressed your Santa comment in another train which means I’ve now unintentionally made things complex. Apologies. Hope you get this OK?
I absolutely understand the utter despair and grief really it means when you look back and go ‘That entire part of my life was one big fact fucking lie’.
For me, it lasted 42 years. Because as I exited my parental home I almost immediately hooked up with someone that lasted 18 years in the formal. Post escape, I hadn’t really but heh? Another 4 years of my life constantly being manipulated.
And the reason it was so strong post escape is that he used my biggest fear, losing my children and turned it against me.
Going back to your point though, FM1T, Is it fear when we have actually lost someone or is it grief?
You see, I think a lot of these concepts are not clear in certainly my mind. I just feel that somehow I’ve been getting it wrong.
Renarde
I believe it is both. Isn’t just the thought of loosing something or someone that you hold near and dear to your heart fear? After such a loss of any kind do we not grieve, if not for that person, then for what we thought or made that person
FM1T
I agree, its complex. When the big one really hit, the undoubtable truth, shock, disbelief, grief, loss, bewilderment too actually.
Sadness.
Then what we made that person out to be in are minds?
I’m sorry, I hit reply before I had finished.
So to answer your question Renarde, I believe it is both. We fear the loss, we grieve the loss, we fear the future and the unknown after such a loss.
Or to distill it, we fear?
So I guess what you are saying in away is correct. It is a feeling of fear and despair when you find out something you thought you were feeling was real, and then to find out it was not. At which time I have to tell myself it’s times to pull up my big girl panties, strap up those boot straps, and walk on! It was the the perfect time of year for HG to release this piece, but I’m sure he already knew that. 😉
FM1T
Kind of. Just my interpretation but that poetry is designed to induce fear and dread. Not actually maybe even in a malicious way. Maybe to prove a point? I understand that this is the type of thing your grandparents would read around the fire at hallowe’en. By your GP’s I mean the US GP’s.
Poe has gained a lot of popularity over in the UK but he’s only really began to rise in say the last 20 years. Again, just my perception. Therefore, I have zero emotional contagion attached to that work.
I hear the cleverness in the rhythm, the genius of the words. It’s not my favourite poem though.
Oh and yes, Father Christmas exists! Of course he does! He lives on as a very skewed remembrance of the spirit of Saturnalia. Giving gifts, rejoicing, eating and feeding post winter solstice. The spirit lives in the evergreen which promises new life after winter. when all the deciduous trees have long shed their leaves.
Arrgghh missus! You have subverted me, you sneak! I’ve broken my own rule.
1 – No Halloween until after the equinox
2 – No Xmas/solstice until after Halloween
3 – Definitely no Easter Eggs until at least a month after Xmas.
I find it disturbs my contagion strand when I see it out of order. (Oh by the way, I don’t mind writing about it because I’m in the zone to speak. It’s when you are out shopping, thinking of allsorts then a bloody ‘elf on the shelf’ pops up and ruins your day!)
Always love chatting to you!
Love chatting to you also Renarde! 😘🥰
FM1T
I am beginning to ponder, strongly, that what others perceive as anxiety is some kind of misplaced fear.
Misplaced fears come from PTSD.
I always enjoy reading your comments and the way you look at things differently then most. It’s quite refreshing!
Thank you FM1T!
You’re welcome Renarde. Thank you.