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Who: The Shebeen Club, Vancouver's monthly literary gathering
What: Edgar Allan Poe's 170th Wedding Anniversary!
When: 7-9pm Tuesday, May 16th, 2006 (3rd Tuesday ea month)
Where: The Shebeen, behind the Irish Heather, 217 Carrall
Why: To honour the master of horrors, on this, the day of his ultimate horror. Although I'm sure the bride could say the same.
How (much)? $20 before May 12th, $25 thereafter; reservations and media inquiries: lorraine DOT murphy AT gmail DOT com.
Admission includes a Poe-tastic dinner/drink combo specially selected for appropriate thrills, plus door prizes embodying the grandeur of fallen gentility, a Poe-themed presentation, and a horribly good time!
Dress: Anything antique, anything Goth, anything shabby-genteel.
Bonus prize for anyone who turns up with an actual raven, dead or alive. That is to say that one or more of "the raven and the guest" must be alive.
Background: The Shebeen Club, a History in Press Releases
Come with us, our clothes all tatty, we're Vancouver's literati,
Writing many a quaint and curious volume of best-selling(?) lore,
As we celebrate Poe's wedding, you can join us; they're both deading,
As they both croaked long ago, long ago, in days of yore.
"Bride and Groom, long dead," Sean mutters, "long ago, in days of yore;
Missed the party, ever more."
And two ravens, never flitting, still are sitting, still are sitting
On the old Blood Alley railings just beyond the Shebeen's door;
And their eyes have all the seeming of some ghostlings that are dreaming.
And the streetlamp o'er them streaming shows their shadows on the floor;
And the Shebeen Club, under their gaze that steals in from outdoors
Shall be uplifted—evermore!
Meet & Mingle 7-7:30
Listen & Learn 7:30-8
Whispered tales of undying madness and horror, like the mortifying time you confused August Derleth with Lord Dunsany 8-whenever Berenice comes for us.
raincoaster 
Ah…an excuse to write some delightfully scandalous silly verse.
However did you find this date?
There’s a site that lists everything of interest that happened on a given day. I just googled for the date and that was in the top three, so I went there. Can’t remember it right now or I’d drop a link.
Good thing it exists, too, cuz I was coming up dry. Farley Mowat’s birthday was a few days previous. Studs Terkel? We’ve done too many macho men, time to move on. We might even do a Fake Writer Night some day there’s NOTHING to celebrate, with readings from JT LeRoy, James Frey, and whatsername the Harvard sophomore.
Received a comment from sweet retreat over on last month's announcement. I think s/he meant to post it here, so for the record I am re-posting it in its entirety.
The announcement of our literary gathering is, of course, neither an exhortation to birdicide nor to suicide, though it can be read equally well either way. It's the Relativistic Approach to literary criticism: no answer is ever wrong. So s/he is obviously quite right.
Perhaps a discussion on raven recipes is in order. Hmm.. Kentucky Fried Raven – doesn’t quit have a ring to it tho.
Honestly, I asked about blackbird pie. No dice. Buffalo raven wings?