- Books, Literature, and Writing
Which writers move us, cause us to laugh, cry, hate, love... and cause US to write?
I have been feeling the need for inspiration lately, its difficult to explain, that feeling of restlessness, that something amazing is on the tip of your brain, but when you try putting pen to paper nothing seems good enough.
The thing I always do when I am in need of inspiration, is turn to my literary guardian angels, the writers whom I hold so in awe, that I dream of writing just one thing. A single poem or short story that would hold a candle to their greatness. I have many favourite writers whom I draw inspiration from, Marian Keyes, Roald Dahl, John Steinbeck, Harper Lee, the list goes on. And it's not just writers, great art comes in all forms, and many artists inspire me. Sam Abell, Picasso, Van Gough, Rita Ackermann even Sinead & John Kerr.
But there is one writer above all others who never fails to inspire me, Everything he's ever written is so emotive and captivating that when I read it I feel like I'm watching it all unfold right in front of my eyes, he brings up so much emotion, be it; fear, love, anger, hatred, whatever. I feel it all in waves as if I'm reading exerts from my own life. As you have probably deduced from the picture above, it is of course Edgar Allan Poe! The creator of the detective fiction genre, and the grandfather of the short story, Poe is my all time favourite poet.
It's not just his unmatched literary talent and innovative style that inspires me, its Poe the man too! He overcame so much adversity and worked so hard to be taken seriously as a writer, when he could have so easily given up! Poe was born in to abject poverty and orphaned at a young age, then fostered by a family of slave owners who (from what I have read) beat him silly! He grew up and attended The University of Virginia for one semester, until his gambling debts forced him to quit. Then went on to join the Army, and failed as a cadet.
After that he began writing full time, but as an unknown, writing for periodicals and literary journals. His first published poems; "Tamerlane and Other Poems." Weren't even published in his name! In fact his first successful published piece, and still his most well known; "The Raven." was first published in 1845, and just four years later, he was dead; at the age of forty! So Edgar Allan Poe was probably not considered successful in his day, and there are things about his life that if he were around today would get him in the tabloids. (Namely a gambling addiction and being married to his thirteen year old cousin) But still, no one can deny that in-spite of all that, he rose to become one of histories greatest Poets and Writers, and a huge influence on modern literature.
So, I am going to end this hub by asking you to please leave your comment, who is your inspiration? And why?
Annabel Lee- Edgar Allan Poe.
This poem is not only my favourite of Poe's works. It is also my favourite poem of all time. Its so beautiful and poignant, with such wonderful imagery. It never fails to move me. It was the last thing Poe ever wrote, and was first published a month after his death.
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel-Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
-Edgar Allan Poe.