Travels to Tartarus: Tourist in Hell by Eleanor Wilner
One would hope that a moral imperative against murder places human instinct above the law of natural selection which guides animal instinct, but the war within the human soul is muddy, as the above quote indicates — both in terms of being dirty (“not so clean & white”) and unsure (“not so [black] & white”). Later in the poem, we see a place where “the sun is forever at noon, no shadows / intrude.” In the absence of a higher power whose shadow attempts to delineate right from wrong, such as God’s or Jesus’ or the Boardroom’s, our souls are left to find a moral equilibrium on their own.
This is a difficult truth to unearth on a short trip to Hell. However, the closing poem in the collection leaves us with hope, though not certainty, that such equilibrium may be arrived at. In “Tracking,” the speaker postulates a place deep in the ocean where
…the giant Alba swims, ellipsis screen, bright shadow of leviathan or a merlin trick, for — p. 100 |
The poem continues through to these closing stanzas:
…while the great and, tired of the conceit, shed its tons of matter, — p. 100 |
The shadow cast by this huge peaceful being is “bright,” and as the gorgeous course of language unfolds in these stanzas, we see its glow literally consume the darkness and the shadows we saw on our quite stunning tour of Hell. It certainly will give us something to think about while we unpack the charred remains of our luggage.
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