{"id":486,"date":"2008-02-09T09:32:24","date_gmt":"2008-02-09T17:32:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/2008\/02\/09\/poes-maelstrom-for-hylozoic\/"},"modified":"2009-04-17T08:15:13","modified_gmt":"2009-04-17T16:15:13","slug":"poes-maelstrom-for-hylozoic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/2008\/02\/09\/poes-maelstrom-for-hylozoic\/","title":{"rendered":"Poe’s Maelstrom for HYLOZOIC"},"content":{"rendered":"

In my \u201cMaelstrom from Poe\u2019s PYM<\/a>\u201d\u009d entry on February 7, 2008, I quoted part of the ending of Poe\u2019s Narratiave of Arthur Gorden Pym<\/em>. My notion was that Poe was describing how it would be to sail into a very large maelstrom.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been rethinking the meaning of the passage, keeping Poe\u2019s fascination with Symmes\u2019s notion of the Hollow Earth, under which there might be an ocean-covered hole at the South Pole, and that a ship might be able (pace <\/em>Newton) to be able to sail over the lip and into the inner seas. <\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

I think that\u2019s what Poe is in fact describing here; that\u2019s why the distant cataract of gray mist seems to get higher and higher in the sky and why the sky seems to get get darker. To understand about the rising cataract, look at the figure above. In position A, the opposite side of the hole is just a stripe on the horizon. But in position B, the opposite side of the hole sees to lie some thirty or forty degrees above the horizon.<\/p>\n

Of course if there were a really big maelstrom down whose slope you were gradually proceeding, you would also see this effect.<\/p>\n

Yesterday I worked this passage into Hylozoic<\/em>, with today’s (still rather rough) draft quoted below. My hero Chu is flying along over a higher dimesional sea, carried in the mouth of a giant flying manta ray called Duxy, and accompanied by Heironymus Bosch.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Drained by the steady effort, Chu grew numb and dreamy. He didn\u2019t quite notice when things changed, but at some point they\u2019d entered upon a region of novelty and wonder. A high range of light gray vapor hung on the horizon, occasionally flaring up in lofty streaks. Here and there, the surface below them seemed to boil, as if stirred by vagrant eddies. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/p>\n

A huge bubble shot up from the sea below Duxy, accompanied by a wild flaring up in the vapor ahead. Duxy teeped that she wanted to turn away; she begged her passengers to stop pushing. Worn and frightened as they were, they ceased their efforts. Nevertheless they continued sweeping forward in Groovy\u2019s wake, perhaps even more rapidly than before. A swirling wind was driving them along. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/p>\n

As always the interbrane air glowed with light, but a still-brighter illumination rose from the roiled sea\u2019s surface. The glare cast an odd light upon the lean, weathered features of Bosch, who\u2019d never stopped craning from Duxy\u2019s mouth. Chu was lying beside the artist, also staring out. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The gray band had risen prodigiously above the visible horizon, and had taken on a more distinct form. It resembled a limitless cataract, rolling silently into the sea from some immense and far-distant rampart. The gigantic curtain ranged to the left and right as far as Chu could see. But rather than a roar, he heard a singing hiss. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/p>\n

Crosswise currents were ripping the surface of the sea below them. Through the foamy rents, Chu could glimpse a chaos of flitting vegetal beings: the subbies. As they in turn noticed him, he felt the tingle of their root hairs reaching out to his skull, feeding him altered images of how they looked. They took on the forms of men with the heads of birds, and of fish with human legs. Racing along half-submerged beneath the surface, the subbies were awaiting a chance to attack. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/p>\n

Chu had a sense that the ocean\u2019s surface was slanting down, and that the summit of the distant cataract was bulging into heavens. And now he saw something horrific, less than a mile ahead. Beyond a raging band of foam, the ocean surface curved down sharply and plunged out of sight. They were scudding towards the anomaly with hideous velocity, the fierce gale fluttering Duxy\u2019s wings like rags. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/p>\n

With a distinct mental effort, Chu grasped that he was looking across the mouth of a maelstrom some hundred miles wide. As they neared the seething lip and the vast void of the great pool\u2019s core, the Hrull let out an anguished squeal of terror. She opened wide her mouth and spit out her passengers, forcing them forward with her powerful throat and cheeks. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/p>\n

And, huzzah, I pushed on and actually finished the first draft of the ending of Hylozic<\/em>. As of February 8, 2008, my latest strand of spider silk reaches across the void! Yeah, baby!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

In my \u201cMaelstrom from Poe\u2019s PYM\u201d\u009d entry on February 7, 2008, I quoted part of the ending of Poe\u2019s Narratiave of Arthur Gorden Pym. My notion was that Poe was describing how it would be to sail into a very large maelstrom. I\u2019ve been rethinking the meaning of the passage, keeping Poe\u2019s fascination with Symmes\u2019s […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-486","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/486","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=486"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/486\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=486"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=486"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=486"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}