That ur-Emo, that Peter Pan of Goths, that guy who comes to Poe’s grave every year in a hood and leaves a bottle of cognac and a rose (and then probably goes home to rub himself against an unopened bottle of absinthe), apparently had an appointment with this hentai merch dealer the other day… Or he’s dead. Of consumption. For now…. Ancillary and parasitic emos, goths, and their allied tradespeople in the dramatic cosmetics industry are reportedly quite annoyed.
And since 1949 one such secret has attended Poe’s final resting place in Baltimore at the Westminster Hall and Burying Ground, where a black-clad figure has shown up annually early on the morning of Jan. 19, the author’s birthday, to raise a Cognac toast to his grave and deposit three red roses, along with the remnants of the Cognac bottle.
But the visitor — whose identity, or identities, has never been revealed, despite some claims to the contrary over the years — failed to show up this year for the first time, ending a strange crepuscular tradition and disappointing a crowd of more than 30 people who forfeited a good night’s sleep to witness the visitation.
It has been said that a monkey, randomly typing away on a typewriter (in the days when typewriters replaced the pen or plume as the preferred instrument of writing) could re-create Shakespeare-- but only if it lived long enough (this is known as the infinite monkey theorem).