The Whale I saw the great teeth looming, saw the mouth come smothering, yet I did not move . . . not motionless from fear; but rather, halted by desire to submit to such a doom. This is the peril of art, this love of a unique fate that could separate us from the all; or rather, explain separation that itself loomed way back then when death was such a minnow. © Ward Kelley |
Artist's note: Hart Crane (1899-1932) was an American poet best known for his work, "The Bridge." His private life was a chaotic mixture of maternal love, heterosexuality, alcoholism and homosexuality. In the spring of 1932, as Crane returned to America from Mexico on the ship Orizaba he became depressed over his decreasing literary output, the death of his father, his chances of finding work, and his confused plans to marry Peggy Cowley, the wife of a friend. After a night when Crane allegedly tried to seduce a ship's hand, he knocked on Peggy's cabin door, saying, "I'm not going to make it, dear. I'm utterly disgraced." Up on deck, he briefly balanced himself on the guardrail, then dropped into the sea. In an early poem, Crane once wrote, "There is the world dimensional for those untwisted by the love of things irreconcilable." Ward Kelley Bonfire contributor
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