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John Cusack’s Gift on Poe’s Birthday. Also, 2nd Year No-Show for Poe Toaster
Posted by mistergroonk in Movies, Photography, USA on January 19, 2011
Actor John Cusack shared a bit of business on his Twitter a few hours ago. Two photos in celebration of Edgar Allan Poe’s birthday and Cusack’s turn in the movie about Poe, THE RAVEN.
The Poe toaster No More?
It’s the second year the Poe Toaster has not appeared to leave Cognac and roses on Edgar Allan Poe’s grave.
Jerome said four toaster wannabes showed up at the gravesite with the requisite cognac and red roses. But all, he said, were pretenders to the tradition, not the real thing. Even though the toaster’s identity has remained secret — even Jerome swears he never knew a name or clearly saw a face — his general appearance remained constant. None of the four who showed up Wednesday morning matched it.
“They were not our boy,” he said. “We can usually tell within a few seconds. We’ve been seeing this guy for a number of years, and I could tell just by looking at them that they were not the real Poe Toaster.”
For some 60 years, the toaster would appear every Jan. 19 to pay tribute to Poe, a Boston native who died on Oct. 7, 1849, in Baltimore under circumstances that have never been fully explained. Arriving at the gravesite without fanfare, he would leave behind three red roses and a bottle of cognac, then quietly disappear into the night.
via baltimore sun
60 Years Later: Poe Toaster No More
Posted by mistergroonk in People Who Died, USA on January 20, 2010
For 61 years, this man, or series of men, has honored Poe, long before anyone thought to name the Baltimore NFL team after his most famous work, or even jokingly — I hope — squabble with Richmond, Va., New York City, Philadelphia and Boston over which city should house his bones.
Many Poe enthusiasts would come from all over the country to witness the quiet, elegant nighttime ceremony in the dead of January, but the Toaster never spoke and never lingered long. In other words, he was the perfect mysterious benefactor, adding to the city’s strange mixture of romantic nostalgia and hard-nosed pragmatism.
The odd little man that was the Poe Toaster failed to show this year.
(via Baltimore Sun)
On Poe’s 200th Anniversary: The Toaster Returned
Posted by mistergroonk in Books, People Who Died, USA on January 20, 2009
The Poe Toaster returned yesterday. I missed it. A-gain. Neil Gaiman did not forget. That’s just the kind of man he is.
One day I’m driving my butt up there to stand in the cold of night to watch some old man put cognac and flowers on Edgar Allan Poe’s grave.
The curator of the Poe House and Museum, Jeff Jerome, said about 50 people waited outside the cemetery of Westminster Presbyterian Church, hoping to catch a glimpse Monday of the elusive man known as the “Poe toaster.” The man returns each year in the early morning darkness on Poe’s birthday.
Jerome says the visitor did not leave any note, not even to comment on the milestone anniversary. He adds the crowd was smaller than he expected and was better behaved than the rowdy groups that have attended the vigil in recent years.
(via twitter search, neil gaiman)
The Poe Toaster Revealed: Mystery Deepens
Posted by mistergroonk in Uncategorized on August 23, 2007
I’m unsure on how to feel about this. I made the Poe Toaster my personal weekly hero back in January. The Emo Kid/Tragic Goth in me could have lived a lifetime without knowing the(possible) truth.
But the birth of long lasting cultural mythology makes an interesting read. I read the article and was surprised. How strange that it didn’t seem to diminish the yearly ritual for me.
“We did it, myself and my tour guides,” said Sam Porpora. “It was a promotional idea. We made it up, never dreaming it would go worldwide.”
Porpora is an energetic, dapper fellow in a newsboy cap and a checked suit with a bolo tie. He’s got a twinkle in his eye and a mischievous smile, and he tells his tale in the rhythms of a natural-born storyteller.
No one has ever claimed ownership of the legend. So why is Porpora coming forward now?
[…]
Porpora’s story begins in the late 1960s. He’d just been made historian of the Westminster Presbyterian Church, built in 1852. There were fewer than 60 congregants and Porpora, in his 60s, was one of the youngest. The overgrown cemetery was a favorite of drunken derelicts.
The site needed money and publicity, Porpora recalled. That, he said, is when the idea of the Poe toaster came to him. The story, as Porpora told it to a local reporter then, was that the tribute had been laid at the grave on Poe’s January 19 birthday every year since 1949. Three roses — one for Poe, one for his wife, and one for his mother-in-law — and a bottle of cognac, because Poe loved the stuff even though he couldn’t afford to drink it unless someone else was buying.
The romantic image of the mysterious man in black caught the fancy of Poe fans and a tradition grew.
Not surprising that some have contested Porpora’s story.
(via cnn and Dunc)
Poe Toaster Returns
Posted by mistergroonk in Uncategorized on January 19, 2005
It’s 12 hours by car to Baltimore from my current position. One year, I’ll see the Poe Toaster with my own eyes.
No one, not even Jerome, knows the identity of the so-called “Poe Toaster.” The visit was first documented in 1949, a century after Poe’s death.
“He put the roses and cognac at the base of Poe’s grave and put his hand on top of the (tomb) stone. He paused and put his head down,” the museum curator said. He left after about five minutes, Jerome said.
The visitor’s three roses are believed to honor Poe, his mother-in-law and his wife, all of whom are buried in the graveyard. The significance of the cognac is unknown.
People who stand vigil usually respect the visitor’s desire for anonymity, which, along with the visitor’s quick moves and the cover of darkness, have kept his secret well.
But this time, some spectators “created a nuisance,” Jerome said. Some entered the locked cemetery; others confronted Jerome after the stranger had departed and demanded that he reveal his identity.
Some people just can’t revel in the mystery.
(via 7d)





