And when she sang, the sea,
Whatever self it had, became the self
That was her song, for she was the maker.
from “The Idea of Order at Key West” by Wallace Stevens
My wife is fascinated by sharks and the Titanic, so I’ve seen a lot of documentary footage of sunken boats since we met. Shipwrecks are one of those things that capture the imagination, and I think it’s partly because they echo human consciousness. They sing to us of the things that rest far beneath the surface, and pull us down to where the wrecks of our past lie silent, covered in rust and teeming with tiny, strange fish. Continue reading…