Thursday, December 4, 2008

Father Gomez and The Ancient Mariner

Throughout His Dark Materials there is quite evidently an environmental undertone. The subtle knife had been used carelessly, opening many windows which caused dusk to leak out of some worlds in to others, thus destroying the balance of nature. In The Amber Spyglass Father Gomez is on the hunt for Lyra Belacqua. He enters the world of the mulefa and discovers huge white birds. He takes out his shotgun and shoots one of the birds without thinking twice. This action reminds me of Coleridge's Rime of the Ancient Mariner, when a boat sailing the high seas is cursed after a mariner shoots an innocent albatross who has been following the boat for a number of days without reason. I have provided an excerpt of the long poem which shows the seen of senseless murder, and ultimately, man's unwarranted abuse of nature.

"And through the drifts the snowy clifts
Did send a dismal sheen :
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken--
The ice was all between.
The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around :
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound !

At length did cross an Albatross,
Thorough the fog it came ;
As if it had been a Christian soul,
We hailed it in God's name.
It ate the food it ne'er had eat,
And round and round it flew.
The ice did split with a thunder-fit ;
The helmsman steered us through !

And a good south wind sprung up behind ;
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food or play,
Came to the mariner's hollo !

In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
It perched for vespers nine ;
Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,
Glimmered the white Moon-shine.'

`God save thee, ancient Mariner !
From the fiends, that plague thee thus !--
Why look'st thou so ?'--With my cross-bow
I shot the ALBATROSS.

PART II

The Sun now rose upon the right :
Out of the sea came he,
Still hid in mist, and on the left
Went down into the sea.

And the good south wind still blew behind,
But no sweet bird did follow,
Nor any day for food or play
Came to the mariners' hollo !

And I had done an hellish thing,
And it would work 'em woe :
For all averred, I had killed the bird
That made the breeze to blow.
Ah wretch ! said they, the bird to slay,
That made the breeze to blow !

Nor dim nor red, like God's own head,
The glorious Sun uprist :
Then all averred, I had killed the bird
That brought the fog and mist.
'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay,
That bring the fog and mist.

The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,
The furrow followed free ;
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea.

Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down,
'Twas sad as sad could be ;
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea !
All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody Sun, at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the Moon.

Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion ;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean."
-Samuel Taylor Coleridge

After this excerpt the the Albatross begins to be avenged through a number of events that that makes the Mariner realize his woes but in vain, because his actions have already been done and there is no turning back.

1 comment:

lpd said...

i loved this Katey

i'd been thinking of how the daemons were all endangered!

the Ancient Mariner is so perfect!!

thanks

lynn