Sunday, March 25, 2007
TOTAL CHAOS FOREVERMONTH: Herman Melville
The Maldive Shark
About the Shark, phlegmatical one,
Pale sot of the Maldive sea,
The sleek little pilot-fish, azure and slim,
How alert in attendance be.
From his saw-pit of mouth, from his charnel of maw,
They have nothing of harm to dread,
But liquidly glide on his ghastly flank
Or before his Gorgonian head;
Or lurk in the port of serrated teeth
In white triple tiers of glittering gates,
And there find a haven when peril's abroad,
An asylum in jaws of the Fates!
They are friends; and friendly they guide him to prey,
Yet never partake of the treat --
Eyes and brains to the dotard lethargic and dull,
Pale ravener of horrible meat.
Do you know that I am currently reading Moby-Dick for the first time? I am twenty-four years old--imagine how small I feel. Also how furious that there is apparently this whole second Bible that no one ever told me about, least of all my parents, the douchebergs. What was I so busy reading that I had no time for Moby-Dick? Farmer Boy? Probably; I could not get enough of that Almanzo person. Anyway, my research informed me that Melville also dabbled in poetry, so it seemed only fitting that I should choose a line of his to celebrate, and why not this one? CAW! See how pale he is, the ravener; see how horrible the meat!