Coy
Part Six
New England Turned Up Side Down
(C)
New
England stone... and stone work... and their movements (disturbances?)... catch
my eye. Even single stones...;
I’ve watched single stones for decades.
I am very careful about ‘disturbing’ a stone. I have learned (taught myself) that in the region of ‘very
early’ New England a stone could have been ‘placed’... just like Susanna
Johnson ‘placed’ her stones. I
have learned... too... that ‘very early’ stones once placed... can and have
been ‘pitched to the side’... just like the gravestones were ‘pitched’ to allow
a lawn tractor to ‘mow the lawn there’.
The most endangered stone... is the stone that... someone CAN move. Not only does that mean it CAN be
‘pitched to the side’ but it also IS MOST PROBABLY the MOST LIKELY ‘size’ of a
stone originally ‘placed’. The
size creates ...and compounds... a heightened level of placing and pitching...
a ‘most at risk’ group.
A
friend of mine ‘hunts’ “old Indian camps”. He says he’ll catch a corner of his eye on a spot he
happened to be driving by and... from then on ‘watched’ that spot, just as I
watch a stone... “every time I’m going by”. “One day; sort of the ‘right day’, I’ll stop the truck and
walk down to the spot. I can just
FEEL it” he says “They had a camp there.
I can just FEEL IT.” That’s
the way I am about stones having been ‘placed’. And... ‘placed’ and then ‘pitched’. I can JUST FEEL IT.
I’m the same way about attics;
about estates and their attics. I
can ‘just feel it’.
As
I stated previously... New England attics have been rummaged... ransacked...
looted... and... ‘had everything taken out’... for hundreds of years before I
was born. Just like Susanna’s
stones...- she put them ‘there’ and two hundred years later they are still
being fussed with even though they are ‘forgotten’, ‘not known of’ AND
‘pitched’-... for two hundred years AND LONGER... an ‘attic’ that I ‘want to
get into’ has been under siege.
Finding New England garrets that are ‘untouched’ and ‘undisturbed’ is,
for I, a life long fixation. The
very vast majority of garrets in New England... have already been ...turned up
side down.
This
attic moment recalls us to the Savage Mansion and... that... obviously... as I
sat ‘there’ with Helen... MY inner fixation was ...ACTIVE of thoughts about the
Savage mansion’s attics. NOTE the
plural for ...there has to be more than ONE attic in ‘that place’. MORE adept ...did one notice... that I
was already gleaning (as in Millet “The Gleaners”) the field of every utterance
from Helen for ANYTHING slightly suggestive of ‘attic’? The mention of the (Part Four) ‘his
college trunk’ ‘untouched’? Or
...didn’t she say that SHE had... rummaged it? And it is WHERE?
THE ATTIC? See: I am on the job when it comes to old
New England attics... turned up side down.
Not
one to let an old attic; an old New England garret, be LESS than a life long
fixation, I have a ‘necromantic’ necromancy that I ...have... STUDIED as a ‘coy
façade of fabricated myth’ about New England; the New England attic: I’ve studied that and COLLECTED ...the
very difficult to find... written references to, of, about, being in and
ANYTHING... AT ALL... I could find.
And saved it. And remember
it. And study it... usually over
DECADES of time... for why would a passing sentence make sense to I at first.
Written
reference... to old New England attics, particularly anything not ‘in passing’
and/or ‘vague’... from over the centuries is... RARE. Am I looking for a treasure map. Not really... ‘just curious’. The little references of garret once set off another man
whose tale I wrote down: (Can B.
Worth, Feeding the Birds, Part Five).
Worth exhibited an old bed warmer to show what ...Mark Twain’s
Huckleberry Finn ‘snaked’ from an old attic:
“…hid away up garret
with a lot of other old pots and things that were valuable, not on account of
being any account, because they warn’t, but on account of them being relics,
you know, and we snaked her out, private…”
Mark Twain, HUCKLEBERRY FINN, NY, 1884, pg. 322
Young
Mr. Finn... rummaged and then ‘carried off’.
I
have hunted for references such as this for decades.
They
are often... precious;
These
records
Of
The
rummaging,
Ransacking,
looting and
Taking
out...
Of
attics.
They
are the scant and skimpy records of a very ‘coy façade of fabricated myth’ that
IS New England.
Herman
Melville passed such a scant and skimpy to me. I pass it on, too.
It is a precious record to me foremost. His short story; “The Apple Tree Table or Original Spiritual
Manifestations” (Princeton University Press, Princeton, NJ, 1922, pgs. 9-51
with pgs. 9-15 being referenced here) has the charm of the story’s narrator
being in a garret for the first six pages. It is “a very old garret of a very old house in an
old-fashioned quarter of one of the oldest towns in America”. This narrator, with substantive detail,
describes the garret and the contents... in a little TOO ‘dusty and dirty’,
‘spiders and creepy’ and dark and “goblins aloft” prose. His “rusty, iron-bound chest, lidless,
and packed full of mildewed old documents” amongst the “profuse litter of
indescribable old rubbish” “like that of the Evil One, dimly revealed through
the cobwebs”...: Get a grip. It’s a Colonial era attic that ...
that... IN IT...
he finds a table (“I was pleased by the discovery that the table was not of the
ordinary mahogany, but of apple-tree-wood”) and ...an old book (“a ghostly,
dismantled old quarto” “Cotton Mather’s MAGNALIA”). THESE... he... not only ‘loots’(“removed below”) but “had
the dislocation of the one and the tatters of the other repaired”. This last means that in addition to
looting the attic, he ‘messed with’ and possibly ruined... what he purloined...
in my opinion as a professional.
In
my opinion as a professional too... this whole six pages of Herman in the
garret... IS a SPLENDID specimen of the ‘coy façade of fabricated myth’ that IS
New England. TOO: Rummaging, looting and MORE... of, in
and FROM a NEW ENGLAND attic. The
rest of the story... and that is quite a long rest of the story... has NOTHING
to do with the garret. The rest of
the story... is an insipid... letdown after his ‘I’m on the edge of my chair
seat’ in-attic opening. For
I. The rest of the story involves,
due to the warming of the purloined table, old insect eggs hatching with the
bugs creeping out of the table’s... apple tree wood... and the chaos ...for
each character of the household... that this creepy crawling creates. The best support for the accuracy of
the garret visit record (circa 1850’s) is its ‘in passing’ walk through
expostulation followed by having no mention ever again: Herman’s old New England garret is a
record of ...just the way it is suppose to be. Is it right side up?
Or did Herman turn the garret upside down; pitch it to the side and...
ruin it? And is this garret
...still there... although ‘forgotten about’ and/or ‘not known about. I’ve never had ANYONE speak to me about
Herman’s garret... or even the apple wood story... so... it certainly is ‘not
known about’ with a chance or two of ‘forgotten about’. But it (the written recording of the
garret visit) is ‘still there’. I
feel the whole story is truly New England up side down: The best part is the first skimpy and
scant six pages ‘buried’ ‘face down’ under the ‘rest of it’.
It
is Herman who gave me the “necromantic” (pg.9, the first page of the story,
first paragraph, line six) I appended to my use of necromancy (this chapter,
paragraph six). My single word was
pilfered from Poe for... the ‘necromancy of attic (garret)’. (Poe; necromancy
of female gracefulness). The
addition of Herman’s necromantic, by my active coupling... better reaches the
true state of the ‘coy façade of fabricated myth’ of the old New England
attic... undisturbed. It is a
spirit rope tied back upon... and often woven into... itself. One will find all
this clear when one is actually IN that true New England attic. Otherwise this spirit remains ‘beyond
the reach’ of one’s finger tips.
It is not found in an old New England attic that has been... turned up
side down.
It is there, SOMETHING with a story, from a selected point in time…
ReplyDeleteYears pass…
It then may be altered, disturbed, re-arranged…
Some of its parts may be taken, destroyed, lost somehow…
Only a relic may remain…
Eventually (?) without its story and the tie to the selected point in time, it becomes NOTHING.