Showing posts with label memory. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memory. Show all posts

Saturday, April 25, 2015

harps, wolves, memory

THE AEOLIAN HARP
At The Surf Inn
List the harp in window wailing
Stirred by fitful gales from sea:
Shrieking up in mad crescendo—
Dying down in plaintive key!
Listen: less a strain ideal
Than Ariel's rendering of the Real.
What that Real is, let hint
A picture stamped in memory's mint....  --Herman Melville
The emphasis on memory, and Melville's virtuosity in deploying its varying tropes, is meant, thereby, as touchstone, a passkey into the collection at large. It is in this respect that "The Aeolian Harp" does immediate good service.
--A. Robert Lee, "A Picture Stamped in Memory's Mint" in Melville as Poet
It is near midnight. Silence reigns in the desert; but now and then, come the cries of wolves from the mountains. They give an almost supernatural tone to these solemn solitudes. The repose which twenty hours of excitement and toil demand, is banished. Hark! how they howl! Be grandly dreary, and ye will be attuned to the heart! Yes, never better to a sentimental girl, the gentlest breathings of an Æolian harp. Ah! how very doleful is that plaint! Never, never the doleful! Give me the placid calm, with which the soul may revel in fairy creations, adorned by all the flowers of thought, or proud action, the storm of wild and passionate will. The gilded and painted memory, or fierce oblivion. --August 1852 Scenes Beyond the Western Border; and Scenes and Adventures

Sunday, June 24, 2012

why can't you forget the past?

 SCENES BEYOND THE WESTERN BORDER

"Why ever look behind, and cherish the unhappy, profitless past? Why hug delusion and disappointment to the soul?"

"Ask the pale plant," I replied, "why it stretches forth in darkness, toward the ray of light."
--Scenes Beyond the Western Border - May 1853; and Scenes and Adventures in the Army (1857)

  BENITO CERENO
"... But the past is passed; why moralize upon it? Forget it. See, yon bright sun has forgotten it all, and the blue sea, and the blue sky; these have turned over new leaves."

"Because they have no memory," he dejectedly replied; "because they are not human."  
--Putnam's Monthly Magazine - December 1855; and The Piazza Tales (1856).