John Everett Millais,The North-West Passage, 1874
Nota da Tate Modern
The north-west passage was the unnavigable sea route round North America which was thought to provide a passage to the East. In time, it became synonymous with failure, adversity and death, with men and ships battling against hopeless odds in a frozen wilderness. Millais painted this picture in 1874 when another English expedition was setting off. Previous representations had shown had explored the desolate beauty of the terrain with details such as wrecked ships to underline the futility of man’s ambition. Millais encapsulates the risks of such a voyage primarily through the old seaman, with his grim, distant look and clenched fist.
TRINTA-RÉIS
ResponderEliminarRegra é regra:
preço pago
pela touca negra que trago?
Porém, no fundo da plumagem branca,
brilha o vermelho da pata
que com o do bico ata.
" O pescador Mariano Cunha foi içado para bordo e levado para o rancho, onde trocou de roupa. Em seguida voltou para o convés. Perguntou-me se eu tinha fotografado o incidente e prosseguiu o trabalho de ajudar a recolher os outros dóris. Nesse dia, escalou peixe até à meia-noite e no dia seguinte saiu para o mar no dóri, como de costume.
Mas se aquelas ondas mais altas tivessem galgado o bordo do dóri longe do navio, este pescador não teria tido grandes hipóteses de sobreviver. Qualquer dóri cheio que o tentasse apanhar teria sido afundado, e em dias enganadoramente calmos como aquele, todos os pescadores tentavam encher completamente o bote, até terem apenas alguns centímetros de bordo livre. Mas assim que o mar começa a entrar pela popa - que é sempre o lado mais fundo - já é tarde para tentar atirar peixe fora. E um colete salva-vidas só serviria para manter à tona um cadáver gelado."
Alan Villiers, A CAMPANHA DO ARGUS, Lisboa, Cavalo de Ferro, 2014, pp. 221.
Stan Rogers - Northwest Passage - YouTube
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Northwest Passage
Northwest Passage
(Stan Rogers)
cho: Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea;
Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage
And make a Northwest Passage to the sea.
Westward from the Davis Strait 'tis there 'twas said to lie
The sea route to the Orient for which so many died;
Seeking gold and glory, leaving weathered, broken bones
And a long-forgotten lonely cairn of stones.
Three centuries thereafter, I take passage overland
In the footsteps of brave Kelso, where his "sea of flowers" began
Watching cities rise before me, then behind me sink again
This tardiest explorer, driving hard across the plain.
And through the night, behind the wheel, the mileage clicking west
I think upon Mackenzie, David Thompson and the rest
Who cracked the mountain ramparts and did show a path for me
To race the roaring Fraser to the sea.
How then am I so different from the first men through this way?
Like them, I left a settled life, I threw it all away.
To seek a Northwest Passage at the call of many men
To find there but the road back home again.
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"A mulher recebe das mãos do homem o candeeiro que entrou precisamente,
ResponderEliminarneste instante,
na casa. Pousa-o sobre a esteira, paralela a uma das janelas, inspirando devagar a insónia do tempo. No momento de o pousar, à medida que a luz desce e altera tudo o que não consegue atravessar, conferindo-lhe movimento e desproporção, o jovem-vê pensa nela, estando ela a pensar que, naquela esteira, respiraste, outrora, fala-lhe ela com ele,
contém as lagrimas,
porque há um momento em que a dor, parada, ou se transforma em dom e caminha, ou mata. Então, sim, mata."
Llansol, Maria Gabriela (2001) Parasceve: Lisboa. Relógio d' Água Editores (p. 159)
In 1889, Mark Twain, in his A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, had his protagonist explain the Quest for the Grail by comparing it to the Northwest Passage:
ResponderEliminar"The boys all took a flier at the Holy Grail now and then. It was a several years' cruise. They always put in the long absence snooping around, in the most conscientious way, though none of them had any idea where the Holy Grail really was, and I don't think any of them actually expected to find it, or would have known what to do with it if he had run across it. You see, it was just the Northwest Passage of that day, as you may say; that was all. Every year expeditions went out holy grailing, and next year relief expeditions went out to hunt for them. There was worlds of reputation in it, but no money. Why, they actually wanted me to put in! Well, I should smile."
The Northwest Passage
ResponderEliminarI. Good Night
WHEN the bright lamp is carried in,
The sunless hours again begin;
O’er all without, in field and lane,
The haunted night returns again.
Now we behold the embers flee
About the firelit hearth; and see
Our pictures painted as we pass,
Like pictures, on the window-glass.
Must we to bed indeed? Well, then,
Let us arise and go like men,
And face with an undaunted tread
The long black passage up to bed.
Farewell, O brother, sister, sire!
O pleasant party round the fire!
The songs you sing, the tales you tell,
Till far to-morrow, fare ye well!
II. Shadow March
ALL round the house is the jet-black night;
It stares through the window-pane;
It crawls in the corners, hiding from the light,
And it moves with the moving flame.
Now my little heart goes a-beating like a drum,
With the breath of Bogie in my hair,
And all round the candle the crooked shadows come,
And go marching along up the stair.
The shadow of the balusters, the shadow of the lamp,
The shadow of the child that goes to bed—
All the wicked shadows coming, tramp, tramp, tramp,
With the black night overhead.
II. In Port
LAST, to the chamber where I lie
My fearful footsteps patter nigh,
And come from out the cold and gloom
Into my warm and cheerful room.
There, safe arrived, we turn about
To keep the coming shadows out,
And close the happy door at last
On all the perils that we past.
Then, when mamma goes by to bed,
She shall come in with tip-toe tread,
And see me lying warm and fast
And in the Land of Nod at last.
(From "A Child's Garden of Verses" by Robert Louis Stevenson)
NORTHWEST PASSAGE
ResponderEliminarOut of lost houses, in the hour of nightfall
I crept along the barriers of the dusk
The beams of silence settling in the light fall
Of leaves, and the sea´s faint sulphurous musk
Drenched on the air. I will creep under these,
I said, down to the cold assaulting tides,
Through the marsh grasses and the twisted trees.
The earth is old tonight; no song abides.
The ocean voiced the ages´dirge and tossed
Its awful hair; and the Twins departed
Through the doors of evening, while Uranus crossed
The moons of Saturn, and the Huntsman darted,
His fiery dogs trailing the asteroids.
Northwest the ipper circle, and the loon
Commenced his vigil in nocturnal voids
Where Diamond armies waited on the moon.
Alone, I crept to lie by the sea´s side,
Lonely and lost in a madness that my blood
Answered with madness, while the moon-cold tide
Roared in my veins its enduring solitude.
The sea´+ s hands reached for my heart´s hands, and my lips
Thirsted for waters of wine, but the lips I pressed
Were the ocean´s only, and the sand´s cold hips
Lay against mine, and a wave against my breast.
Howard Mckinley Corning
Much of the physical evidence pointing to what became of Sir John Franklin’s men and was lost in the years following the disaster. Even today, wood is a precious commodity in the Arctic. The Inuit of the mid and late nineteenth century would have used whatever they could salvage from any ship’s boat they found abandoned. The same can be said for any other Franklin debris they encountered. The Inuit were, and are, a resourceful people. It was not the Inuit’s tradition to bury their dead. Any human remains of Franklin’s men they might have come across would have been left where they were found, and natural erosion would have taken its toll. In time, little would have remained to show that Franklin’s men had
ResponderEliminarbeen there at all. Over time, the Franklin legend grew, and the story changed with its telling.
Some details were forgotten, others were added. Sites once known were forgotten. Some were discovered, and some were not. Some have never been found and likely never will be. Today the best remaining evidence of what became of the Franklin Expedition cannot be found in the Arctic. Rather, it lies in museums and archives a world away, where Franklin and his men came from and hoped to return.
Archaeology is an interpretative science. Essentially, it is the archaeologist’s job to make his or her best educated guess, based upon the psychical evidence. Given this, we can deduce a number of things from the evidence presented in this paper.
Franklin’s men were not driven mad and left to wander aimlessly around the central Arctic. The artefacts they left behind demonstrate that they knew where they were and where they had to go to be rescued. And it is evident that they prepared themselves for the arduous journey as best they could. Any mariner, faced with the threat of having to abandon his ship,
knows that his best chance of survival is to stay with it as long as possible. It’s no different today than it was in Franklin’s time. Once the hull of one of their ships had been breached, all 105 sailors would have had no choice but to abandon both Erebus and Terror. To date, the remains of
only about one-third of Franklin’s men have been encountered, mostly within 90 km of where they came ashore.
And of Franklin’s ships? They are likely to be found near where the Victory Point Letter says they are: north of King William Island and lying on the bottom of Larsen Sound.
Rondeau, Robin M., “The Wrecks of Franklin’s Ships Erebus and Terror; their likely location and the cause of failure of previous search expeditions”, The Journal the Hakhuyt Society, 2010, pp. 11
"Dead Men by Richard Pierce – is an extraordinary debut, it works on so many levels and is incredibly emotive for numerous reasons. Written to celebrate the 100th anniversary marking Scott’s death on the 29th March 1912 the book charts Birdie Bowers’ efforts to solve the mysterious deaths of Scott’s party and why they failed to return home to safety.
ResponderEliminarRobert Falcon Scott, along with Oates, Bowers, Wilson and Evans arrived at the South Pole on the 19th January 1912 to discover Roald Amundsen had beaten the British explorer by 33 days on December 14th 1911. Exhaustion and a lack of fuel led to their deaths and the British group died just eleven miles outside a food depot and safety. Amundsen and his team returned to Framheim on January 25th, just four day before Scott succumbed to the elements."
in Milo's Rambles
"The journal was written in ink on unused pages of a diary
ResponderEliminarfor 1827. In that year, James Ross accompanied Parry on his
attempt to reach the north pole from Spitsbergen. The Spitsbergen
diary, however, is written up only for the periods
before they sailed in April and after their return in October.
Unused pages were first used by James Ross for a rough journal
written in pencil in 183 1. While some of the 183 1 entries
are still legible, much had been partly or wholly erased when
the journal for the 1832 retreat was entered. It is very likely
that the 1832 entries, which cover the period 4 May to 14
October, were written during the winter of 1832-33 at Somerset
House, Fury Beach.
The diary was found in the possession of a member of the
family by Rear Admiral James Ross, great grandson of Sir
James Clark Ross. It is, at present, held by him, as also is the
notebook from which the article “’Round Lord Mayor Bay
with James Clark Ross,” published in Arctic 43(1) (March
1990), was prepared. These will, in due course, be deposited
in the archives of the Scott Polar Research Institute, University
of Cambridge.
The text (including spelling and punctuation) is reproduced
here in its entirety. Format (i.e., paragraphs and spacing) has
been changed slightly to facilitate comprehension. All temperatures
given are in Fahrenheit and directions in cardinal points.
The division into parts (“chapter headings”) are those of the
editors, for ease in reading. Round brackets in the journal text
are original, while citations from John Ross (1835) and Huish
(1835) relating published materials with the diary have been
inserted where appropriate in square brackets."
In ARCTIC, Vol. 45, Nº 2 (June 1992), pp.179-194
“At the heart of science is an essential balance between two seemingly contradictory attitudes–an openness to new ideas, no matter how bizarre or counterintuitive they may be, and the most ruthless skeptical scrutiny of all ideas, old and new. This is how deep truths are winnowed from deep nonsense.”
ResponderEliminarCarl Sagan
Astronomer, Astrophysicist, Cosmologist, & Author