Introduction to Literary Studies I AJL04000, Fall 2022 The American Renaissance Presenter: Jeff Smith Department of English and American Studies 1830s to about 1880 (?) http://img2.imagesbn.com/p/9781435108509_p0_v1_s260x420.JPG a cultural revolution Still upon the Shores of Walden — Lewis Connolly Still upon the Shores of Walden — Lewis Connolly A portrait of a person Description automatically generated http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/1c/Walt_Whitman,_steel_engraving,_July_1854.jpg http://img2.imagesbn.com/p/9781435108509_p0_v1_s260x420.JPG A picture containing silhouette Description automatically generated Still upon the Shores of Walden — Lewis Connolly Still upon the Shores of Walden — Lewis Connolly A portrait of a person Description automatically generated http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/1c/Walt_Whitman,_steel_engraving,_July_1854.jpg A picture containing silhouette Description automatically generated Still upon the Shores of Walden — Lewis Connolly Still upon the Shores of Walden — Lewis Connolly A portrait of a person Description automatically generated http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/1c/Walt_Whitman,_steel_engraving,_July_1854.jpg A picture containing silhouette Description automatically generated AEAbolitionists_FrederickDouglass_t700 Edgar-Allan-Poe-4 Black-white_photograph_of_Emily_Dickinson_(Restored) http://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium-large/1-harriet-beecher-stowe-1811-1896-author-evere tt.jpg True, but in fairness, üThe Indians are really good orators ü üIt took other nations centuries to produce great literary artists ü üFor a small country, it’s doing well per capita: “America, though but a child of yesterday, has already given hopeful proofs of genius” ü Thomas Jefferson A French critic, 1771: “America has not yet produced one good poet” Thomas Jefferson French naturalists, 1780s: Things in America were shrunken: dégénérescence and rapetissement Thomas Jefferson French naturalists, 1780s: Things in America were shrunken: dégénérescence and rapetissement Thomas Jefferson > mammoth + Indians French naturalists, 1780s: Things in America were shrunken: dégénérescence and rapetissement Thomas Jefferson Wanted: an “American incognitum” for the “mammoth infidel” (Jefferson) French naturalists, 1780s: Things in America were shrunken: dégénérescence and rapetissement A person standing in front of a skeleton Artwork by Jamey Christoph http://i1127.photobucket.com/albums/l631/cipster316/Cipster%20Coins/612_zps408f1166.jpg http://www.fatpappysplace.com/photos/onedollar.jpg http://en.academic.ru/pictures/enwiki/85/United_States_one_dollar_bill,_obverse.jpg http://www.fatpappysplace.com/photos/onedollar.jpg http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/45/Great_Seal_of_the_United_States_%28reverse %29.svg/521px-Great_Seal_of_the_United_States_%28reverse%29.svg.png White House (U.S. National Park Service) White House and Congress say it's "September or bust" on gun legislation - Axios Apotheosis_of_George_Washington Apotheosis_of_George_Washington Columbia (Freedom) http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/5c/George_Washington_Greenough_statue_right.jpg Incense Drawings | Pixels SOLD! A Memorial Lincoln Lithograph Fetched $4,000 at Swann - The Hot Bid It has been said that a man's death is generally a copy of his life. It was Washington's case exactly. In his last illness he behaved with the firmness of a soldier, and the resignation of a Christian. Feeling that the hour of his departure out of this world was at hand, he desired that every body would quit the room. They all went out; and, according to his wish, left him – with his God. There, by himself, like Moses alone on the top of [the mountain], he seeks the face of God. … He is now about to leave his country! …whose beloved children he has so often sought to gather…. He sees that, through the rich mercies of God, they have now the precious opportunity to continue their country the glory of the earth, and a refuge for the poor, and for the persecuted of all lands! The transporting sight of such a cloud of blessings, impending close over the heads of his countrymen, together with the distressing uncertainty whether they will put forth their hands and enjoy them, shakes the parent soul of Washington with feelings too strong for his dying frame! The last tear that he is ever to shed, now steals into his eye – the last groan that he is ever to heave, is about to issue from his faintly labouring heart. …. Swift on angel's wings the brightening saint ascended; while voices more than human were warbling through the happy regions, and hymning the great procession towards the gates of heaven. from Mason Locke (“Parson”) Weems, The History of the Life and Death, Virtues and Exploits of General George Washington (1806) Chap. VI 11. And the captains of the ꭍhips of the land of Columbia, took the engines into the ꭍhips, and made all ꭍpeed to war with the ꭍea captains of the iꭍland of Britain. ….. Chap. LX 4. And the Provinces in the land of Columbia, were called by a new name [United States of North America], and they became one people, and the great Sanhedrim ruled over them. 6. And each man of the hoꭍt of the people of the Provinces, went to his own houꭍe; and there was joy and gladneꭍs throughout the whole land. BEING AN EXERCISE DELIVERED AT THE PUBLIC COMMENCEMENT AT NASSAU-HALL, September 25, 1771. —Venient annis Sacula seris, quibus oceannus Vincula rerum laxet et ingens Pateat tellus, Typhisque novos Detegat orbes; nec sit terris Ultima Thule— SENECA. A POEM, On The Rising Glory of America; This portrait of Philip Freneau, the poet of the American Revolution, was discoverd by Mike Chartier after doing some extensive sleuthing. The painting is now returned to Matawan and is shown in Chartier's home Monday, February 22, 2021 LEANDER. NO more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies Taught golden commerce to unfurl her sails, And bid fair science smile: No more of Greece Where learning next her early visit paid, And spread her glories to illume the world, No more of Athens, where she flourished, And saw her sons of mighty genius rise Smooth flowing Plato, Socrates and him Who with resistless eloquence reviv'd The Spir't of LIBERTY, and shook the thrones Of Macedon and Persia's haughty king. No more of Rome enlighten'd by her beams, Fresh kindling there the fire of eloquence, And poesy divine; imperial Rome! Whose wide dominion reach'd o'er half the globe; Whose eagle flew o'er Ganges to the East, And in the West far to the British isles. No more of Britain, and her kings renown'd, Edward's and Henry's thunderbolts of war; Her chiefs victorious o'er the Gallic foe; Illustrious senators, immortal bards, And wise philosophers, of these no more. A Theme more new, tho' not less noble, claims Our ev'ry thought on this auspicious day; The rising glory of this western world, Where now the dawning light of science spreads Her orient ray, and wakes the muse's song; Where freedom holds her sacred standard high, And commerce rolls her golden tides profuse Of elegance and ev'ry joy of life. EUGENIO. High in renown th' intreprid hero stands, From Europes shores advent'ring first to try New seas, new oceans, unexplor'd by man. Fam'd Cabot too may claim our noblest song, Who from th' Atlantic surge descry'd these shores, As on he coasted from the Mexic bay To Acady and piny Labradore. Nor less than him the muse would celebrate Bold Hudson stemming to the pole, thro' seas Vex'd with continual storms, thro' the cold straits, Where Europe and America oppose Their shores contiguous, and the northern sea Confin'd, indignant, swells and roars between. With these be number'd in the list of fame Illustrious Raleigh, hapless in his fate: Forgive me Raleigh, if an infant muse Borrows thy name to grace her humble strain; By many nobler are thy virtues sung; Envy no more shall throw them in the shade; They pour new lustre on Britannia's isle. Thou too, advent'rous on th' Atlantic main, Burst thro' its storms and fair Virginia hail'd. The simple natives saw thy canvas flow, And gaz'd aloof upon the shady shore: For in her woods America contain'd, From times remote, a savage race of men. How shall we know their origin, how tell, From whence or where the Indian tribes arose? ACASTO. Since then Leander you attempt a strain So new, so noble and so full of fame; And since a friendly concourse centers here America's own sons, begin O muse! Now thro' the veil of ancient days review The period fam'd when first Columbus touch'd The shore so long unknown, thro' various toils, Famine and death, the hero made his way, Thro' oceans bellowing with eternal storms. But why, thus hap'ly found, should we resume The tale of Cortez, furious chief, ordain'd With Indian blood to dye the sands, and choak Fam'd Amazonia's stream with dead! Or why, Once more revive the story old in fame, Of Atabilipa by thirst of gold Depriv'd of life: which not Peru's rich ore, Nor Mexico's vast mines cou'd then redeem. Better these northern realms deserve our song, Discover'd by Britannia for her sons; Undeluged with seas of Indian blood, Which cruel Spain on southern regions spilt; To gain by terrors what the gen'rous breast Wins by fair treaty, conquers without blood. The Origin of Evil: An Elegy Royall Tyler, 1793 Of man's first disobedience and the Fruit Of that FORBIDDEN TREE, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe: Sing heavenly muse! Fructus ipse est pulcher sane visu: Nescio an sit ita dulcis gustatu; Veruntamen experiar. VAH. QUAM DULCIS EST!!! DIALOGI SACRI SABESTIANI CASTALIONIS. Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay; And if in death still lovely, lovelier there; Far lovelier! Pity swells the tide of love, And will not the severe excuse a sigh? Scorn the proud man who is asham'd to weep. Proem Ranting topers, midnight rovers, Cease to roar your fleshy lays; Melancholy, moping lovers, No more your lapsed ladies praise. Fix your thoughts on heavenly treasure, Let Virtue now with Wit combine; Purge your hearts from sensual pleasure, With Religion mix your wine. Let each lovely Miss and Madam, Quit the dear joys of carnal sense, Weep the fall of Eve and Adam, From their first state of Innocence. An ELEGY In the first stillness of the even, When blushing day began to close, In the blissful bowers of Eden, Our chaste Grand Parents sought repose. The Origin of Evil: An Elegy Royall Tyler, 1793 Of man's first disobedience and the Fruit Of that FORBIDDEN TREE, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe: Sing heavenly muse! Fructus ipse est pulcher sane visu: Nescio an sit ita dulcis gustatu; Veruntamen experiar. VAH. QUAM DULCIS EST!!! DIALOGI SACRI SABESTIANI CASTALIONIS. Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay; And if in death still lovely, lovelier there; Far lovelier! Pity swells the tide of love, And will not the severe excuse a sigh? Scorn the proud man who is asham'd to weep. Proem Ranting topers, midnight rovers, Cease to roar your fleshy lays; Melancholy, moping lovers, No more your lapsed ladies praise. Fix your thoughts on heavenly treasure, Let Virtue now with Wit combine; Purge your hearts from sensual pleasure, With Religion mix your wine. Let each lovely Miss and Madam, Quit the dear joys of carnal sense, Weep the fall of Eve and Adam, From their first state of Innocence. An ELEGY In the first stillness of the even, When blushing day began to close, In the blissful bowers of Eden, Our chaste Grand Parents sought repose. The Origin of Evil: An Elegy Royall Tyler, 1793 Of man's first disobedience and the Fruit Of that FORBIDDEN TREE, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe: Sing heavenly muse! Fructus ipse est pulcher sane visu: Nescio an sit ita dulcis gustatu; Veruntamen experiar. VAH. QUAM DULCIS EST!!! DIALOGI SACRI SABESTIANI CASTALIONIS. Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay; And if in death still lovely, lovelier there; Far lovelier! Pity swells the tide of love, And will not the severe excuse a sigh? Scorn the proud man who is asham'd to weep. Proem Ranting topers, midnight rovers, Cease to roar your fleshy lays; Melancholy, moping lovers, No more your lapsed ladies praise. Fix your thoughts on heavenly treasure, Let Virtue now with Wit combine; Purge your hearts from sensual pleasure, With Religion mix your wine. Let each lovely Miss and Madam, Quit the dear joys of carnal sense, An ELEGY In the first stillness of the even, When blushing day began to close, In the blissful bowers of Eden, Our chaste Grand Parents sought repose. Weep the fall of Eve and Adam, From their first state of Innocence. > Sydney Smith Sydney Smith Americans are a “self-adulating race” giving “no indications of genius” “Literature the Americans have none … It is all imported” “In the four quarters of the globe, who reads an American book? or goes to an American play? or looks at an American picture or statue?” Too many Americans are content with our “literary delinquency” America in 1799: “Where Fancy sickens, and where Genius dies” “Literature has no career in America. It is like wine, which we are told must cross the ocean, to make it good. We are a business-doing, money-making people.” Sarah Ewing Hall William Cliffton A screenshot of a computer Description automatically generated with medium confidence A history of American literature is among the “Histories of Events which have never happened” > Martineau SOCIETY IN AMERICA BY HARRIET MARTINEAU Quotes about coffee: "A cup of coffee, real coffee ..." The Transcendental Club First topic, October 1836: AMERICAN GENIUS: The Causes Which Hinder Its Growth, Giving Us No First-Rate Productions Wordsworth Shelley Byron Blake Coleridge Carlyle Goethe Novalis Pushkin Literary Religious http://www.brunswick.k12.me.us/hdwyer/files/2012/08/Young-Goodman-Brown-for-web.jpg Edgar Allan Poe and Gothic Booze - Terrence Crimmins Parker, Theodore (1810-1860) | Harvard Square Library The Transcendentalists The Morning Watch, by Jones Very | Poeticous: poems, essays, and short stories Frederick Henry Hedge Quotations (4 Quotations) | QuoteTab William Henry Furness Ralph Waldo Emerson “Our age is retrospective. It builds the sepulchres of the fathers. It writes biographies, histories, and criticism. The foregoing generations beheld God and nature face to face; we, through their eyes. Why should not we also enjoy an original relation to the universe? Why should not we have a poetry and philosophy of insight and not of tradition, and a religion by revelation to us, and not the history of theirs? ….why should we grope among the dry bones of the past…… from Nature, 1836 Ralph Waldo Emerson “Our age is retrospective. It builds the sepulchres of the fathers. It writes biographies, histories, and criticism. The foregoing generations beheld God and nature face to face; we, through their eyes. Why should not we also enjoy an original relation to the universe? Why should not we have a poetry and philosophy of insight and not of tradition, and a religion by revelation to us, and not the history of theirs? ….why should we grope among the dry bones of the past…… from Nature, 1836 “Let us demand our own works and laws and worship.” “We have listened too long to the courtly muses of Europe” Everyday American events “rest on the same foundations of wonder” as the great ancient events of classical literature “….our own times and social circumstance … are yet unsung. Yet America is a poem in our eyes….” “I look for the new Teacher … the timely man, the new religion, the reconciler, whom all things await” “We too must write Bibles… …..not a dead letter, but a perpetual scripture” Ralph Waldo Emerson Communes, alternative lifestyles Experimental schools Church reform Social reform Literature Literary criticism feminism Philosophy Still upon the Shores of Walden — Lewis Connolly Henry David Thoreau's Cabin at Walden Pond - House Crazy Sarah Still upon the Shores of Walden — Lewis Connolly Henry David Thoreau's Cabin at Walden Pond - House Crazy Sarah “I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life…. we live meanly, like ants; .…Our life is frittered away by detail.” “…..there is not always a positive advance [with our “modern improvements”]. …Our inventions are [likely] to be pretty toys, which distract our attention from serious things. They are but improved means to an unimproved end…..” Still upon the Shores of Walden — Lewis Connolly “We are in great haste to construct a magnetic telegraph from Maine to Texas; but Maine and Texas, it may be, have nothing important to communicate. ….As if the main object were to talk fast and not to talk sensibly.” Still upon the Shores of Walden — Lewis Connolly “I never received more than one or two letters in my life … that were worth the [one-penny] postage. …. And I am sure that I never read any memorable news in a newspaper. If we read of one [disaster] we never need read of another. One is enough. ... To a philosopher all news, as it is called, is gossip…..” Still upon the Shores of Walden — Lewis Connolly “Hardly a man takes a half hour’s nap after dinner, but when he wakes he holds up his head and asks, ‘What’s the news?’ as if the rest of mankind had stood his sentinels. … After a night’s sleep the news is as indispensable as the breakfast. ‘Pray tell me any thing new that has happened to a man any where on this globe,’—and he reads it over his coffee and rolls….. “the Great Construction of the New Bible” Walt Whitman “The Americans of all nations … have probably the fullest poetical nature. The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem…. the United States with veins full of poetical stuff most need poets and will doubtless have the greatest and use them the greatest.” http://www.extravaganzi.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/Walt-Whitmans-Leaves-of-Grass1.jpg [USEMAP] C:\Users\Jeff\Desktop\COURSES and lectures\Lectures\Regensburg (Erasmus)\Whitman + Dickinson.jpg Editions: 1855 1856 1860-61 1867 1871-72 1881-82 1891-92 the “penny press” A picture containing text, newspaper Description automatically generated The Sun 1833 Nfront Page Of The First Issue Of The Sun Newspaper From New York 3 September 1833 The First Penny Newspape - Walmart.com 1800-1849 | The history of printing during the first half of the 19th century Newsboy Selling New York Herald by Photograph by James Cafferty 132 Telegraph Machine Old Fashioned Telegram Technology Stock Photos, Pictures & Royalty-Free Images - iStock A close-up of a coin Description automatically generated with medium confidence “the laziest fellow who ever undertook to edit a city paper” > New York Tribune printing plant, 1861 “….the mountain stacks of white paper piled in the press-vaults, and the proud, crashing, ten-cylinder presses, which I can stand and watch any time by the half hour.” > Greenwood Cemetery, Brooklyn “the laziest fellow who ever undertook to edit a city paper” > Trinity Churchyard 2 -- Lawrence tomb Don't Give Up the Ship" | New-York Historical Society > Trinity Churchyard 2 -- Lawrence tomb Famous & Infamous Gravesites Tombstones Monuments | Nashville Travel Photographer & Solo Female Travel Famous & Infamous Gravesites Tombstones Monuments | Nashville Travel Photographer & Solo Female Travel > New York City, 18 September 1851 A screenshot of a cell phone Description automatically generated A screenshot of a cell phone Description automatically generated A screenshot of a cell phone Description automatically generated A screenshot of a cell phone Description automatically 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phone Description automatically generated A picture containing text, newspaper Description automatically generated Election in France Crystal Palace exhibition Yacht races European politics Incident at a wedding Portugal: Øbribery Ø Ødrought Ø Øinsurrection Embezzlement Bandit attack Flood relief Fugitive slave riot Murderers hanged Two different fires “Run over by an ice cart” Fight broken up by police Bricklayer killed Investigation of a poisoning Omnibus driver injured Escaped prisoner arrested Giant tomato on Long Island “Death by apoplectic fit” “Bloomer” sightings cause public hubbub New York Times, 18 September 1851 A close up of a stone wall Description automatically generated A picture containing text Description automatically generated The carnival of sleighs, the clinking and shouted jokes and pelts of snowballs; The hurrahs for popular favorites . . . . the fury of roused mobs, The flap of the curtained litter—the sick man inside, borne to the hospital, The meeting of enemies, the sudden oath, the blows and fall, The excited crowd—the policeman with his star quickly working his passage to the centre of the crowd….. The President holds a cabinet council, he is surrounded by the great secretaries, On the piazza walk five friendly matrons with twined arms; The crew of the fish-smack pack repeated layers of halibut in the hold, The Missourian crosses the plains toting his wares and his cattle, The fare-collector goes through the train—he gives notice by the jingling of loose change, The floormen are laying the floor—the tinners are tinning the roof—the masons are calling for mortar, In single file each shouldering his hod pass onward the laborers; Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gathered . . . . it is the Fourth of July . . . . what salutes of cannon and small arms! ” “ ” “ The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Psalm 23 (KJV) Hear my prayer, O LORD, and let my cry come unto Thee. Hide not Thy face from me in the day when I am in trouble; incline Thine ear unto me. In the day when I call, answer me speedily. For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as a hearth. Psalm 102 (KJV) 4 I loved well those cities; I loved well the stately and rapid river; The men and women I saw were all near to me; Others the same—others who look back on me, because I look’d forward to them; (The time will come, though I stop here to-day and to-night.) 6 I too lived—Brooklyn, of ample hills, was mine; I too walk’d the streets of Manhattan Island, and bathed in the waters around it; I too felt the curious abrupt questionings stir within me, In the day, among crowds of people, sometimes they came upon me, In my walks home late at night, or as I lay in my bed, they came upon me. Whitman, “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry” 3 Fecund America—today, Thou art all over set in births and joys! Thou groan'st with riches, thy wealth clothes thee as a swathing-garment, Thou laughest loud with ache of great possessions, A myriad-twining life like interlacing vines binds all thy vast demesne, As some huge ship freighted to water's edge thou ridest into port….. Thou envy of the globe! thou miracle! Thou, bathed, choked, swimming in plenty, Thou lucky Mistress of the tranquil barns, Thou Prairie Dame that sittest in the middle and lookest out upon thy world, and lookest East and lookest West, Dispensatress, that by a word givest a thousand miles, a million farms, and missest nothing, Thou all-acceptress—thou hospitable, (thou only art hospitable as God is hospitable.) Whitman, “The Return of the Heroes” Bless the LORD, O my soul. O LORD my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty. Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain: Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind: Who maketh his angels spirits; his ministers a flaming fire: Who laid the foundations of the earth, that it should not be removed for ever. Thou coveredst it with the deep as with a garment: the waters stood above the mountains. ….. O LORD, how manifold are thy works! in wisdom hast thou made them all: the earth is full of thy riches. Psalm 104 (KJV) http://www.extravaganzi.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/Walt-Whitmans-Leaves-of-Grass1.jpg “the Great Construction of the New Bible” Leaves of Grass: “I know I am solid and sound, To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow, All are written to me, and I must get what the writing means.” Emerson: “not a dead letter, but a perpetual Scripture” “The priest departs; the divine literatus comes” http://www.retronaut.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/Machinery-Hall-1.jpg http://www.retronaut.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/Machinery-Hall-35.jpg (1871, ’76, ’81) Walt Whitman …… Come, Muse, migrate from Greece and Ionia; Cross out, please, those immensely overpaid accounts, That matter of Troy, and Achilles’ wrath, and Eneas’, Odysseus’ wanderings; Placard “Removed” and “To Let” on the rocks of your snowy Parnassus; Repeat at Jerusalem — place the notice high on Jaffa’s gate, and on Mount Moriah; The same on the walls of your Gothic European Cathedrals, and German, French and Spanish Castles; For know a better, fresher, busier sphere — a wide, untried domain awaits, demands you. Polyhymnia, Muse of Religious Poetry. Responsive to our summons, Or rather to her long-nurs’d inclination, Join’d with an irresistible, natural gravitation, She comes! this famous Female — as was indeed to be expected; (For who, so-ever youthful, [a]cute and handsome, would wish to stay in mansions such as those, When offer’d quarters with all the modern improvements, With all the fun that’s going — and all the best society?) Polyhymnia, Muse of Religious Poetry. She comes! I hear the rustling of her gown; I scent the odor of her breath’s delicious fragrance; I mark her step divine — her curious eyes a-turning, rolling, Upon this very scene. The Dame of Dames! can I believe, then, Those ancient temples classic, and castles strong and feudalistic, could none of them restrain her? ….. Polyhymnia, Muse of Religious Poetry. Yes, if you will allow me to say so, I, my friends, if you do not, can plainly see Her, ….. Making directly for this rendezvous — vigorously clearing a path for herself — striding through the confusion, By thud of machinery and shrill steam-whistle undismay’d, Bluff’d not a bit by drain-pipe, gasometers, artificial fertilizers, Smiling and pleased, with palpable intent to stay, She’s here, install’d amid the kitchen ware! Polyhymnia, Muse of Religious Poetry. C:\Users\Jeff\Desktop\COURSES and lectures\Lectures\Regensburg (Erasmus)\Whitman and Dickinson.jpg Black-white_photograph_of_Emily_Dickinson_(Restored) http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/1c/Walt_Whitman,_steel_engraving,_July_1854.jpg Exuberant, Public, Flamboyant, Expansive, Explicit, Easygoing, Footloose, Attentive to history and politics Anxious, Private, Reclusive, Terse, Cryptic, Meditative, Inward-looking, Homebound, Attentive to immediate surroundings Black-white_photograph_of_Emily_Dickinson_(Restored) C:\Users\Jeff\Downloads\download.png C:\Users\Jeff\Desktop\COURSES and lectures\Lectures\Regensburg (Erasmus)\Untitled-1.png C:\Users\Jeff\Downloads\Dickinson 315 manuscript.png C:\Users\Jeff\Downloads\American Renaissance 2016.gif C:\Users\Jeff\Downloads\American Renaissance 2016.gif Who is “He”? ØGod? ØA great preacher? ØA great poet, like Keats or Shakespeare? ØDickinson’s own “muse” or poetic inspiration? ØA thunderstorm – the power of nature? ØAn epileptic seizure? ØA doctor administering ether (= anaesthesia)? ØA violent or abusive man? C:\Users\Jeff\Downloads\American Renaissance 2016.gif Why is he “fumbling”? ØIs he warming up? ØDoes he play piano badly? ØIs he clumsy? (is God clumsy?) ØIs he fumbling at something else, like a locked door? (a real door? a metaphor?) Ø Why “in the paws”? ØIs nature some kind of beast? ØIs is threatening? Ominous? Protective? …..etc. ..... “Believe me, my friends, that Shakespeares are this day being born on the banks of the Ohio” Americans out-brag the world on everything else, so must not give up seeking cultural pre-eminence too Idolizing the aristocratic Shakespeare is wrong for progressive, republican Americans Herman Melville Figure 4 37 Hamlet Tattoo ideas | hamlet, shakespeare hamlet, shakespeare tattoo Herman Melville MOBY DICK “OR, THE WHALE” What If Captain Ahab Loved Whales? – APE: Artists Project Earth | Home of Rhythms del Mundo Herman Melville “an ill-compounded mixture of romance and matter-of-fact” “subtle mysticism” in “odorous realities” “Who would have looked for philosophy in whales, or for poetry in blubber?” What If Captain Ahab Loved Whales? – APE: Artists Project Earth | Home of Rhythms del Mundo MOBY DICK “OR, THE WHALE” CRITICS of the time: ????????????????????????? http://livre-se.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/7fe5810ae7a0a8c48e44a110.L.jpg > Moby (4).png > Moby (3).png > Moby (5).png C:\Users\Jeff\Pictures\vlcsnap-2017-12-04-15h38m48s164.png > Moby (6).png > Moby (7).png > Moby (12).png > Moby (14).png > Moby (15).png > Moby (11).png C:\Users\Jeff\Pictures\vlcsnap-2017-12-04-15h38m34s236.png > Moby (5a).png > Moby (22).png > Moby (18).png > Moby (19).png > Moby (21).png C:\Users\Jeff\Desktop\COURSES and lectures\Past courses\Shakespeare and American Literature\Moby-Dick\Moby-Dick map.jpg > Moby (25).png > Moby (26).png > Moby (27).png > Moby (28).png > Moby (24).png Ahab, Moby-Dick: “Though but a point at best; whencesoe'er I came; wheresoe'er I go; yet while I earthly live, the queenly personality lives in me, and feels her royal rights…. Oh, thou clear spirit, of thy fire thou madest me, and like a true child of fire, I breathe it back to thee.” Emerson, Nature: “Standing on the bare ground, -- my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, -- all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God.” Ahab, Moby-Dick: “Though but a point at best; whencesoe'er I came; wheresoe'er I go; yet while I earthly live, the queenly personality lives in me, and feels her royal rights…. Oh, thou clear spirit, of thy fire thou madest me, and like a true child of fire, I breathe it back to thee.” Emerson, Nature: “Standing on the bare ground, -- my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, -- all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God.” Ahab, Moby-Dick: “Though but a point at best; whencesoe'er I came; wheresoe'er I go; yet while I earthly live, the queenly personality lives in me, and feels her royal rights…. Oh, thou clear spirit, of thy fire thou madest me, and like a true child of fire, I breathe it back to thee.” Emerson, Nature: “Standing on the bare ground, -- my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, -- all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God.” Ahab, Moby-Dick: “Though but a point at best; whencesoe'er I came; wheresoe'er I go; yet while I earthly live, the queenly personality lives in me, and feels her royal rights…. Oh, thou clear spirit, of thy fire thou madest me, and like a true child of fire, I breathe it back to thee.” Emerson, Nature: “Standing on the bare ground, -- my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, -- all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God.” Ahab, Moby-Dick: “Though but a point at best; whencesoe'er I came; wheresoe'er I go; yet while I earthly live, the queenly personality lives in me, and feels her royal rights…. Oh, thou clear spirit, of thy fire thou madest me, and like a true child of fire, I breathe it back to thee.” Emerson, Nature: “Standing on the bare ground, -- my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, -- all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God.” A picture containing text Description automatically generated