Saturday, January 19, 2008

I hate the word "party"

I really do want to live inside the descriptions of the albatross, the polar bear, the white shark, the uncombed territory of Melville’s foot notes, huge epic foot notes, like the geoduck’s “foot” probing through sand and sludge. My friend and I used to listen to Moby Dick on tape every time we got drunk and we started thinking we were Ishmael, so we went out to find our own white whales. I feel like we are all giving Melville a slight of the hand here, seeing as it’s easier to talk about Thoreau’s wildness in that he is explicit, but Melville IS wild. I haven’t seen very many polite sailors. Come to think of it, I’ve never really seen a sailor, at least not a straight up sailor sailor.
The sea, the ocean, is what may be one of the last truly wild areas, wild in the way that means wilderness, yet also wild in the way that risks death and curses in front of its mother, cursing AT its mother. The only reason for “preservation” is that we’ve found it quite hard to tame the unknown liquid quality of the blue, although I have no doubt that if we found a way, we’d go for it. The only real human influence is the pollution and garbage we pump in, the occasional oil spill, the fishing nets, the tasty surfers and cutting quality of boats. However, no matter how much human influence we force upon it, we’re never actually able to tame its creatures, which is why that shark will eat any motherfucker no matter what you tell him, and he ain’t gonna give no two shits about it either. The fact that Melville called this pool of unfathomable depth and fish that glow and eat each other and eat, sleep, and fuck in their own shit H-O-M-E is absolutely a reassurance of his own wild state, and his own wild writing. As you said, the sentences are whales, the foot notes are behemoths, and the imagery is a mastodon. I love that he introduces the whale and then you find no mention of Mr. Dick until the very last sentence of the chapter. Dear Herman Melville, I applaud you and your savagery. Sincerely, The Un-Wildest Wild.

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