Tuesday, July 21, 2015


"Nevertheless, ere long, the warm, warbling persuasiveness of the pleasant, holiday weather we came to, seemed gradually to charm him from his mood. For, as when the red-cheeked, dancing girls, April and May, trip home to the wintry, misanthropic woods; even the barest, ruggedest, most thunder-cloven old oak will at least send forth some few green sprouts, to welcome such glad-hearted visitants; so Ahab did, in the end, a little respond to the playful allurings of that girlish air. More than once did he put forth the faint blossom of a look, which, in any other man, would have soon flowered out in a smile."
—from chapter 28 of Moby-Dick by Herman Melville, "Ahab"


In the multiverse it is difficult to tell who influences whom. The passage above is from Melville but reminds me of the words and writings of Ada Ludenow, as channeled by David Mecklenburg.

The beauty of the feminine. The lilting rhythm of the language. The personification of time.

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