OMG!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE EDGAR ALLAN POE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I thought that fanpop wouldn't even have him. But yes, definitely a genius of literature. When I read his works, I have to grab my dictionary cuz I don't know what the words be meaning. Great poet also. But not so good of a role model. Horrible drug and alcohol problem. But definitely literature genius. "Quoth" is his own word. He made that word up. It's in the dictionary.
quoth-As in "Quoth the raven 'nevermore'" genius of literature all of the way!

I have no words to express my feelings towards Edgar Allan Poe's works of literature. His poems are exceptional, and his stories are dark and misterious up until the very end, then it takes an unexpected plot twist and ends up with an unforgetable tale. Oh my God, he's great!

He was a troubled man...with amazing stories and poems.

He was a crazy I've read 3 biographys he was a genius but a lunitic

I agree with MadamOcta13. If you had the life he did, you would be a lunatic yourself, I would be drinking too. Also whoever made that pick "A pyscatic alcaholic who just happened to have a great skill with words" It's spelled "Psychotic" and "Alcoholic." *rolls eyes*

Nice spelling for a bookworm...pyscatic alcaholic.

I'd say he was a genius of the literature, but I just feel that the word "poet" better matches him... Not just because of his surname.

I like writing ... He is my favourite writter and he is my inspiration in everything I write.

and who i've been told i'm most like by every 1 of my L.A teachers...

I did not know that 'quoth' was a neologism invented by Poe himself. That is truly amazing! Indeed, he must have been a genius. I agree that he isn't perhaps a good role model for his alcohol addiction which he just couldn't fight on his own - for which I do not blame him because he might have been physically more prone to addictions in general, so when he first started drinking, he could never stop, even if he wanted to - I normally despise the mere habit of escaping into alcohol as if it was a solution to our problems which will still be there after we get drunk and then become sober again, and yet, in case of Poe, it is an exception that I should still love and respect him so dearly and so passionately, perhaps because of his difficult life that was all but a great struggle and, in some way, death was a liberation to him... He even attempted suicide once but failed that one time... I truly appreciate him both as an author and poet, as well as a person, a fellow human being who surely deserved much better life and much better end... I feel deeply all his pain and his desolation. I feel there is a kind of a spiritual bridge between my soul and his; a bridge of more than a simple compassion - it is both sympathy and friendship, understanding and well-wishing at the same time... It is there, defying time and space, and all other dimensions. It is because I am naturally drawn to charisma and charismatic people, and sometimes charismatic people are the ones we least imagine as such... It is necessary to discover that greatness and worth in another human being in order to fully comprehend and appreciate them; in order to love them truly and purely, and with entire heart...
Also, I see him as a great sage, with all his knowledge of human nature and psychology - he was, is and will always be one of the greatest men in the history and my favorite author and poet.

And he was not a lunatic; he was no madman. If there was anything about him that made him appear as such at some point in his life, it was but a temporary effect of alcohol abuse but he was sane and I would dare to argue his supposed insanity with those who believe him to be simply a pathetic loser with major depression, severe anxiety, psychotic fits, addictions and paranoia... Those people do not comprehend anything beyond the material and empirical reality and modern science; they want to measure the unmeasurable - human soul - by the means of made-up definitions and scholarly terms that were invented in order to classify that what the majority of people happen to see as a deviation of some sort, while the only deviation is to conform to the norms in order to gain someone else's approval as an individual. Normality is a relative term. I hate the mere word 'normal' simply because what's normal to one, is abnormal to another, depending on many factors. 'What is normal to the spider, is chaos to the fly...' You can't brand someone a mentally ill person just because they are different, they think and feel differently, have different tastes and generally different perception of all things than you have. It is highly irrelevant to our reality, to life. It is my logical conclusion; I have thought a lot about this and that, and I know that logic must be applied to everything, even something that seems illogical - and I simply assume that my conclusions in this matter are quite logical...

Soul is not confined to the physical brain and it does not die with the death of the brain - or heart, for that matter. Psychiatrists only know the physical aspect of it which is human brain - if it does not work as they think it should or it is supposed to work, then they say the person suffers from a mental illness... But they fail to recognise the existence of something more than the grey cells; something to which science so far has no access - human spirit. Our personality is not something that depends on the functioning of our brains solely, nor is it something we inherit at birth. If it was the case, then how do you explain that someone can have all family socially destitute and yet, the person does not go mad nor does he or she fall into the same category? I shall give you a real life example... Everyone in my own family thinks and lives by the standards of the conformist society that is narrow-minded, self-centered and insensible. All they care for is money for cigarettes and a drink, sometimes also another thing... But I am not like that; I have never been. My childhood and teenage years were traumatic; my family was torn apart, I suffered from abuse every day for many years, I was forced to leave my home and take shelter in an orphanage where I was treated with even more hate and disdain, then I was struggling to keep myself alive while in the high school, living on my own and starving to the pain of my stomach, ocassionally and regularly being homeless and spending nights outdoors, under the sky... Roaming the streets of the city by day - and not even once did I dare to either beg or steal, or borrow when I knew I was unable to repay... I never lost my spirit. I never lost my will to survive and succeed - and yet, I am still experiencing a lot of hardship after my marriage fiasco and divorce, and I am only too grateful that I do not have children because I just don't see myself as a mother at all... I cannot bear to have to face the overwhelming weight of the world that I have always carried on my shoulders - but I have to, either that or death - and indeed, I do try to make myself strong; as strong as possible, and I believe I am because otherwise, I would have already killed myself... Or at least any other person in my place would have lost all hope by 25, if suffering constantly as I have suffered, since my early days, with not even a slightest possibility of change - without even daring to still have dreams and plans for the future that might never come for them... And I do; I just can't accept losing forever in this life, and so, I keep going, by some miracle, although my capacity to endure it has already been tried to the core and sometimes, I fear I might not be able to achieve anything at all - but I do not wish to end up in a similar way to that in which Poe has met his end... Oh, no... I do not.

except for tattle tale hart