Screaming…“My fear of life is necessary to me, as is my illness. Without anxiety and il

Screaming…“My fear of life is necessary to me, as is my illness. Without anxiety and illness, I am a ship without a rudder….My sufferings are part of my self and my art. They are indistinguishable from me and their destruction would destroy my art."      Edvard Munch“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,  Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token. And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!” This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”- Merely this, and nothing more. (…) But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only that one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered- Till I scarcely more than muttered, “other friends have flown before - On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.” Then the bird said, “Nevermore.”(…)And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting on the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming. And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted- nevermore!”                                      Edgard Allan Poe -- source link

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