Moby-Dick and stuff…

Moby-Dick and stuff…

Moby-Dick and stuff….

 

 

I know whale tales aren’t for everyone.

If you’re still with me, you might be interested to know that Herman Melville’s iconic whale story was published 174 years ago in London, and then, a month later, in New York.

The original title is Moby-Dick; or, The Whale. Melville actually went to sea as a crewman on a whaling vessel, and based his novel in part on a real sperm whale named Mocha Dick, known to South Pacific sailors in the 1840s.

Early in his career Melville was briefly acclaimed for some of his South Pacific stories, such as Typee, but he was obscure during the last 30 years of his life. He earned only $1,200 or so from the sale of about 3,200 copies of Moby-Dick, which was out of print when he died in 1891.

A first American edition of the book can easily be secured if you have about $80,000 to spend.

Melville wrote in a variety of genres—again, not for all tastes. I’m a big fan of Moby-Dick, and I’m also an advocate for Bartleby, the Scrivener: A Story of Wall Street. Nothing of the South Pacific in this one. The circumstances of this desiccated short story are curious, even eccentric, incredulous. The withered and aloof Bartleby is presented, examined and disdained, until his very dispirited isolation makes him the object of the narrator’s genuine but increasingly troubled caretaking.

Don’t overlook Billy Budd, Sailor. It’s a searing morality play.

You may be surprised to know that Melville also wrote poetry. One critic has somewhat ponderously suggested that Moby-Dick is filled with Melville’s incipient poetry. I certainly believe that a story can contain a poem, but I don’t see anything like that in Moby-Dick.

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A Farewell to Arms (book review)

classic Ernest Hemingway

    with relentlessly realistic dialogue…

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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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not a real place in memory…

not a real place in memory…

…only small shadows…

 

 

Dreamery #1

 

The scraggly disarray of an old farm yard

   was the milieu,

not a real place in my memory,

but a scene I could understand.

The dream was realistic in its detail,

jumbled in its action.

I’m no farmer, I had no impulse

   to harvest any dream theme,

I was there in fact.

I was a witness without a question.

I felt no urge to end it.

I had no curious thought.

 

In the old barn I sensed

   a history in every damp corner,

an unfinished story in every heap

   of debris that marked a process without progress,

in remnants of machines,

in the gear of abandoned projects

   that made only small shadows

   on the untidy floor.

 

The cowgirl and the kids who urged

   their clattering horses

      through this carelessly cluttered scene

         were noisy,

but I couldn’t make out their words…

 

Outside a squad of ragtag soldiers

   shambled into view,

wearing remnants of antique uniforms,

maybe they had guns,

with no fierce mien among them…

these were militia, maybe,

with no impulse to rush to battle,

no inspiration to huzzah,

no flag to die for…

 

Their leader was a faded heroine of dream time,

a broad-hipped fat woman

   in some style of tunic,

no memorable face,

yelling for services and a campsite and supplies,

in some style of a martinet, it seemed,

but not convincing…

 

I sensed that there was no apparent reason

   for this ersatz troop to be there,

it seemed that they wanted

   to be somewhere else.

 

For a moment, I felt some sympathy.

 

July 27, 2017

Often I don’t remember my dreams. I was aware that there was no particular reason to remember this one. It was not a particular dream. This is one particular way of saying that.

My poem “Dreamery #1” was published in my second collection of 47 poems, Seeing far: Selected poems. You can buy it on Amazon (paperback and Kindle), or get it free in Kindle Unlimited, click here

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A poet is a “maker”

…and it doesn’t have to rhyme…

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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Small Things Like These…book review

intensely human emotions…

 

 

Book review:

Small Things Like These

 

by Claire Keegan (b1968)

New York: Grove Press, 2021

118 pages 

 

Much of Small Things Like These qualifies for an “ordinary” description, but the reader repeatedly is invited to experience such intensely human emotions that it’s troubling to turn the page and continue reading…

Bill Furlong, a coal dealer living a small life in a small town, rescues a forsaken girl, and understands that there is “fresh, new, unrecognizable joy in his heart,” but he dreads what is “yet to come…” The girl is a hapless pawn in an enduring evil reality.

Keegan knows how to tell the reader about that joy, in her smooth and enticing prose that creates credible people living credible lives in a small place that makes room for great hearts.

She gives us reason to imagine that more people are willing to do good.

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Book review: Who Built America?

…including people

            who got their hands dirty

by Christopher Clark and Nancy Hewitt

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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
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“time would ease me…”…Sarah Orne Jewett

“time would ease me…”…Sarah Orne Jewett

just the same…

 

 

“I do miss her,” he answered, and sighed again.

Folks all kep’ repeatin’ that time would ease me,

    but I can’t find it does.

 No, I miss her just the same every day.”

 

Fisherman Elijah Tilley talks about his deceased wife, he calls her “poor dear,”

 

in Sarah Orne Jewett: Novels and Stories

by Sarah Orne Jewett (1849-1909)

The Library of America

New York: Literary Classics of the United States, Inc., 1994

p. 477

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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 73 free verse poems,
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Victory…Joseph Conrad is good…book review

Victory…Joseph Conrad is good…book review

these characters are yearning, yearning…

 

 

Book review:

Victory

 

by Joseph Conrad (1857-1924)

New York: Doubleday, Doran & Company, Inc., 1928

412 pages

 

It may be that it is enough to say about Victory that it is lush prose that wraps around your mind and leaves you sated at the end of every chapter.

Conrad’s style, I dare to say, is not for every modern taste. It is dialogue-rich. The action is spare. For me, the essential appeal of Victory is the reflective context of the characters’ state of mind: their imaginations, their aspirations, their candid self-assessments.

In Victory, there is enough honesty, enough resignation, enough disappointment, enough yearning to make you feel like you want to claim that your life is good.

At least, good enough.

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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
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The Demon of Unrest…book review

The Demon of Unrest…book review

seemingly unavoidable…

 

 

Book review:

The Demon of Unrest

 

by Erik Larson (b1954)

New York: Crown Publishing Group, div. of Penguin Random House, 2024

565 pages

 

You’ll recognize the casually engaging prose and the dedicated storytelling style of Erik Larson. It’s a pleasure to read everything he writes.

Larson digs deep to explore the nature of the “demon of unrest” that made trouble for decades and wouldn’t stop provoking the evil sentiments and the violent politics that preceded the historic outbreak of the American Civil War in the Charleston harbor in April 1861.

The Demon of Unrest names and spotlights all the characters who played mostly behind-the-scenes roles as Lincoln and Davis and Beauregard and Scott and Seward and Ruffin and their well-known colleagues blustered and schemed and waited and welcomed and feared the seemingly unavoidable war to end slavery.

No matter how much you know, you’ll learn something more about the assault on Ft. Sumter by reading this book.

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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 free verse and haiku poems,
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