Friday, August 12, 2011


Another Frost Park Chalk Off is under my belt. I conjured up my vision of Queequeg from Melville's masterpiece, Moby-Dick.


Queequeg by Troy's Work Table.

An introduction to Queequeg:
I was all eagerness to see his face, but he kept it averted for some time while employed in unlacing the bag's mouth. This accomplished, however, he turned round—when, good heavens! what a sight! Such a face! It was of a dark purplish, yellow color, here and there stuck over with large, blackish looking squares. Yes, it's just as I thought, he's a terrible bedfellow; he's been in a fight, got dreadfully cut, and here he is, just from the surgeon. But at that moment he chanced to turn his face so towards the light, that I plainly saw they could not be sticking-plasters at all, those black squares on his cheeks. they were stains of some sort or other. At first I knew not what to make of this; but soon an inkling of the truth occurred to me. I remembered a story of a white man—a whaleman too—who, falling among the cannibals, had been tattooed by them.
—from Chapter III, "The Spouter-Inn," Moby-Dick by Herman Melville.


Queequeg (detail, Yojo) by Troy's Work Table.

An introduction to Yojo:
Remembering the embalmed head, at first I almost thought that this black manikin was a real baby preserved in some similar manner. But seeing that it was not at all limber, and that it glistened a good deal like polished ebony, I concluded that it must be nothing but a wooden idol, which indeed it proved to be.
—from Chapter III, "The Spouter-Inn," Moby-Dick by Herman Melville.

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