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Poetic Reflections on MOBY-DICK

by Eileen Valentino Flaxman

Grey Beach Shores
Vintage Typewriter
Urban View From Above

'Oh, Horrible vultureism of earth!'*

No one mourns this whale

Let me

Remember a life

Once mighty and free

Let me

Sing his praises now he’s dead

A melancholy song inside my head

Never forgetting 

He ruled the seas

Let me

Let me

Let me

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* from the text

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Vintage Typewriter

About Herman Melville's incomperable novel, renowned literary critic Harold Bloom said it best:

                  "Moby-Dick is not a novel... It is a giant Shakespearean prose poem."
 
All I've added here are my reactions, feelings and musings inspired by this spectacular narrative - a story that still resonates in our 21st century lives.
 
That which moves us becomes part of us. Here was my way of maximizing this:
         ~ Read a chapter
         ~ Close the book
         ~ Think about it
         ~ Write a poem

What a rich way to plumb the depths of such a stellar work! But I've barely scratched the surface, for Melville writes about far more than whaling and a demented captain. True, the parts detailing how exactly to stab, kill and carve a giant carcass were not my favorites. But in the most surprising places, the author meditates upon life’s endlessly contemplatable conundrums – always worth the read.

This site is divided into sections:
            ~ HOME   (where you are now)
            ~ POEMS
            ~ ABOUT THE POET

The poems are also organized into sections:

A QUICK LOOK
      I get it:  you're not really into poetry. How about just a few.
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POEMS IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER  
      Grab a copy of the novel and let this collection accompany you. 

POEMS ABOUT ~

   ISHMAEL and QUEEQUEG
   NANTUCKET
   THE PEQUOD CREW
   AHAB'S OBSESSION
   THE OPEN SEA
   SONGS
   IN DEFENSE OF THE WHALE
   THE CHASE
   RUMINATIONS

PLEASE NOTE: Direct quotes from the text are in italics.

A well-meaning friend once offered this quote:

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Publishing a volume of verse

is like tossing a feather

into the Grand Canyon

and waiting for the echo.

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Perhaps. Though it’s hardly a flimsy thing I’m offering. Words have weight.

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In the very writing lies immense satisfaction, if not reverberations. But I’d be lying if I didn’t say that the very thought of you, dear visitor, finding meaning herein, brings me joy. And that’s enough.

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For your information:  MOBY-DICK was not received enthusiastically when first published. Critics called it a “rhapsody run mad” and “an intellectual chowder of romance, philosophy, natural history, fine writing, good feeling, bad sayings …” You get the idea.

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Over time, the critics eventually came around and MOBY-DICK tops every list of brilliant and memorable literary works. But other than being assigned in school, what place does it hold in popular American culture other than serving as a symbol of an impossible task: “Something I mean to read someday. Really.” 


You don’t know what you’re missing. My advice: DIVE IN!

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** My inspiration for this project is a gentleman by the name of PATRICK SHEA, whose first reading of Melville's masterpiece led him to write – and record – a song for each and every chapter. Wow, I thought, I could never do that. But done it I have, in my own way.  However, only in my dreams can I hold a candle to what Patrick has created. Listen to his fine songs and read his thought-provoking essays at https://callmeishmael.org .

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