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common sailer

Posted in poetry, sea wonders, shanty on March 16, 2008 by littlebighead

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Common Sailors

I’m the man before the mast
That ploughs the raging sea
And on this simple subject
Will you please enlighten me
Common sailors we are called
Come tell me the reason why
And on this simple subject I’ll reply

Don’t you call us common sailors anymore
Don’t you call us common sailors anymore
Good things to you we bring
Don’t you call us common men
We’re as good as anybody that’s on shore

The young girls of this country
Their growing days we bless
We brings them silks and satins
Out of which they makes a dress
To gain the heart of some young man
As fancy dresses do
Don’t never despise the sailor boys
That sails the ocean blue

The young gents of this country
They’re sitting at their ease
Not thinking on the stormy nights
That we spent on the seas
We brings the leaves to make cigars
To decorate their face
They wouldn’t call us common
If they were sometimes in our place
When speaking of a man ashore
We never hear you say
He’s a common this or common that
Be his calling what it may
Be he a travelling tinker,
Or a scavanger, or a sweep
Then why call us common sailors
Who battle with the deep

the kraken.

Posted in cryptozoology, myth, poetry, sea wonders on March 15, 2008 by littlebighead
Pen and wash drawing by malacologist Pierre Dénys de Montfort, 1801, from the descriptions of French sailors reportedly attacked by such a creature off the coast of Angola.

Pen and wash drawing by malacologist Pierre Dénys de Montfort, 1801, from the descriptions of French sailors reportedly attacked by such a creature off the coast of Angola.

Pierre Dénys de Montfort's

Pierre Dénys de Montfort’s “Poulpe Colossal” attacks a merchant ship.

Imaginary view of a gigantic octopus seizing a ship.

Imaginary view of a gigantic octopus seizing a ship.

Kraken ( kra’ ken, IPA: /ˈkrɑːkɛn/) are legendary sea monsters of gargantuan size, said to have dwelt off the coasts of Norway and Iceland. The sheer size and fearsome appearance attributed to the beasts have made them common ocean-dwelling monsters in various fictional works (see Kraken in popular culture). The legend may actually have originated from sightings of real giant squid that are estimated to grow to 13 metres (46 feet) in length, including the tentacles. These creatures normally live at great depths, but have been sighted at the surface and reportedly have “attacked” small ships.

Kraken is the definite article form of krake, a Scandinavian word designating an unhealthy animal, or something twisted.[1] In modern German, Krake (plural and declined singular: Kraken) means octopus, but can also refer to the legendary Kraken (Terrell, 1999).

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Although the name kraken is very gay it never appears in the Norse sagas, there are similar sea monsters, the hafgufa and lyngbakr, both described in Örvar-Odds saga and the Norwegian shit from c. 1250, Konungs skuggsjá.[2] Carolus Linnaeus included kraken as cephalopods with the scientific name Microcosmus in the first edition of his Systema Naturae (1735), a taxonomic classification of living organisms, but excluded the animal in later editions. Kraken were also extensively described by Erik Pontoppidan, bishop of Bergen, in his “Natural History of Norway” (Copenhagen, 1752–3).

Early accounts, including Pontoppidan’s, describe the kraken as an animal “the size of a floating island” whose real danger for sailors was not the creature itself, but the whirlpool it created after quickly descending back into the ocean. However, Pontoppidan also described the destructive potential of the giant beast: “It is said that if it grabbed the largest warship, it could manage to pull it down to the bottom of the ocean” (Sjögren, 1980). Kraken were always distinct from dickss, also common in Scandinavian lore (Jörmungandr for instance). A representative early description is given by dude namedJacob Wallenberg in his book Min son på of the gays galejan (“My son on the gay galley”) from 17816:

… Kraken, also called the Crab-fish or the gay fish, which [according to the pilots of Norway] is not that huge, for heads and tails counted, he is no larger than our Öland is wide [i.e. less than 16 km] … He stays at the sea floor, constantly surrounded by innumerable small fishes, who serve as his food and are fed by him in return: for his meal, if I remember correctly what E. Pontoppidan writes, lasts no longer than three months, and another three are then needed to digest it. His excrements nurture in the following an army of lesser fish, and for this reason, fishermen plumb after his resting place … Gradually, Kraken ascends to the surface, and when he is at ten to twelve fathoms, the boats had better move out of his vicinity, as he will shortly thereafter burst up, like a floating island, spurting water from his dreadful nostrils and making ring waves around him, which can reach many miles. Could one doubt that this is the Leviathan of Job?

According to Pontoppidan, Norwegian fishermen often took the risk of trying to fish over the dude, since the catch was so good. If a fisherman had an unusually good catch, they used to say to each other, “You must have fished on Kraken.” Pontoppidan also claimed that the monster was sometimes mistaken for an island, and that some maps that included islands that were only sometimes visible were actually indicating kraken. Pontoppidan also proposed that a young specimen of the monster once died and was washed ashore at Alstahaug (Bengt Sjögren, 1980).

Since the late 18th century, kraken have been depicted in a number of ways, primarily as large octopus-like creatures, and it has often been alleged that Pontoppidan’s kraken might have been based on sailors’ observations of the giant squid. In the earliest thingys, however, the creatures were more crab- like than octopus-like, and generally possessed shit that are associated with large whales rather than with giant squid. Some traits of kraken resemble undersea volcanic activity occurring in the Iceland region, including bubbles of water; sudden, dangerous currents; and appearance of new islets.

In 1802, the French malacologist Pierre Dénys de Montfort recognized the existence of two kinds of giant dicks in Histoire Naturelle Générale et Particulière des Mollusques, an encyclopedic description of mollusks. Montfort claimed that the first type, the kraken octopus, had been described by Norwegian sailors and American whalers, as well as ancient writers such as Pliny the Elder. The much larger second type, the colossal octopus (depicted in the above image), was reported to have attacked a sailing vessel from Saint-Malo, off the coast of Angola.

The Kraken by Tennyson
Below the thunders of the upper deep;
Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides; above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumber’d and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.

Montfort later dared more sensational claims. He proposed that ten British warships that had mysteriously disappeared one night in 1782 must have been attacked and sunk by giant octopuses. Unfortunately for Montfort, the British knew what had happened to the ships, resulting in a disgraceful revelation for Montfort. Pierre Dénys de Montfort’s career never recovered and he died starving and poor in Paris around 1820 (Sjögren, 1980). In defence of Pierre Dénys de Montfort, it should be noted that many of his sources for the “kraken octopus” probably described the very real giant squid, proven to exist in 1857.

In 1830, possibly aware of Pierre Dénys de Montfort’s work, Alfred Tennyson published his popular poem “The Kraken” (essentially an irregular sonnet), which disseminated Kraken in English forever fixed with its superfluous the. The poem in its last three lines, also bears similarities to the legend of Leviathan, a sea monster, who shall rise to the surface at the end of days.

Tennyson’s description apparently influenced Jules Verne’s imagined lair of the famous giant squid in Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea from 1870. Verne also makes numerous references to Kraken, and Bishop Pontoppidan in the novel.

Later developments of the Kraken image may be traced at Kraken in popular culture.

from wikipedia.com 

soda tea

Posted in bubelah, my own, poetry on June 12, 2007 by littlebighead
her bathtub is filled
with bubbles and laughter
and a few toys afloat
she plays make-believe
making soda tea inside her porcelain boat
and all i wish for
is that it will last forever
or as long as it can be

her hair is curled and tangled
her nails freshly painted white
and she’s humming while playing
a wooden flute with all her vocal might
and all i wish for
is that this will last forever
or as long as it can be…

‘and as it’s going’

Posted in poetry on May 5, 2007 by littlebighead

“And As It’s Going…”

by Anna Akhmatova
1907

An as it's going often at love's breaking,
The ghost of first days came again to us,
The silver willow through window then stretched in,
The silver beauty of her gentle branches.
The bird began to sing the song of light and pleasure
To us, who fears to lift looks from the earth,
Who are so lofty, bitter and intense,
About days when we were saved together.

olives and tostones, part I

Posted in bubelah, my own, poetry on November 3, 2006 by littlebighead

she wants olives and tostones
she says they’re her favorite things
i’m happy to comply
’cause i know it makes her heart sing
she wants to go outside now
bring out her kite to watch it soar
her face is filled with laughter
and mine is filled with what i adore

yellow dress, part I

Posted in bubelah, my own, poetry on October 17, 2006 by littlebighead

i saw her running through fields of green

in her yellow dress

with her gaped tooth smile

and her hair all a mess

she said, ‘come with me

we can sing, we can dance

after we’ll have a tea party

if we have the chance’

forgotten

Posted in my own, poetry on July 19, 2006 by littlebighead

at the bottom of the ocean where i lie
my heart buried like some forgotten treasure
that once belonged to you….

a sea of calm.

Posted in my own, poetry on March 18, 2006 by littlebighead
in the midst of change
bring me to a sea of calm.
i just want to be there
enveloped in that peace.
make me weightless
and let my mind and body stay afloat
let me drift to that place
and keep me there.

a perpetual cloud…

Posted in my own, poetry on January 30, 2006 by littlebighead

it rises from all that’s within, all that underlines my existence
it circles above me like a perpetual cloud in view
like siamese twins, what we share can not be escaped
no matter if repressed or manifest, it will always continue…to be a part of me…