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Posted by: BYU Boner ( )
Date: November 10, 2017 10:52PM

With apologies to Monsieur Poe:

DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing on I-15, through a singularly dreary tract of country, and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy Temple of Joseph. I know not how it was—but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. I say insufferable; for the feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasurable, because poetic, sentiment, with which the mind usually receives even the sternest natural images of the desolate or terrible. I looked upon the scene before me—upon the mere temple, and the lush landscape features of the domain—upon the bleak walls—upon the vacant eye-like windows—upon a few rank sedges—and upon a few white shirts of Temple-Square missionaries—with an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium—the bitter lapse into every-day life—the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart—an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it—I paused to think—what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the Temple of Joseph? It was a mystery all insoluble; nor could I grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion, that while, beyond doubt, there are combinations of very simple natural objects which have the power of thus affecting us, still the analysis of this power lies among considerations beyond our depth. It was possible, I reflected, that a mere different arrangement of the particulars of the scene, of the details of the picture, would be sufficient to modify, or perhaps to annihilate its capacity for sorrowful impression; and, acting upon this idea, I parked my Prius to the precipitous brink of a black and lurid tarn that lay in unruffled lustre by the dwelling, and gazed down—but with a shudder even more thrilling than before—upon the remodelled and inverted pentagrams of the gray sedge, and the ghastly tree-stems, and the vacant and eye-like windows...Edgar’s Boner.



Edited 4 time(s). Last edit at 11/10/2017 11:00PM by BYU Boner.

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Posted by: Tom Padley ( )
Date: November 10, 2017 11:00PM

Magnificent my friend!!

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Posted by: Tevai ( )
Date: November 10, 2017 11:00PM

Poe would have been SO PROUD of you, Boner...

...absolutely Spot On homage!!!

:D

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Posted by: elderolddog ( )
Date: November 10, 2017 11:07PM

"I loved it, but yet could I have loved it more had I but scope within my bosom to love thee less? Nay!, that shall not be, for surpassing all yearning is my heart's command to love thee as the swaddling babe loves TV."
--Judic West, age 9

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Posted by: gatorman ( )
Date: November 11, 2017 03:43AM

Quote the Boner and Poe:

“Nevermore” (a mormon)

Gatorman

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Posted by: BYU Boner ( )
Date: November 11, 2017 11:20AM

:D :D :D

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