Just off the train, the life size (5’ 8”) Poe is walking south: away from the Frog Pond and toward 62 Carver Street where his parents were living around the time he was born. He openly dismisses what is behind him with his left hand; the Frogpondians to the north; Boston is not claiming Poe, Poe is claiming Boston. To punctuate this, he leaves a literal paper trail behind him. His ideas jump off the page and cascade out of his trunk; a heart lies on the papers just behind him, and an oversized Raven explodes to the south. Read more.