“Tal vez usted piense que me jacto, pero lo que le digo es la verdad: Empecé a reflexionar sobre lo magnífico que era morir de esa manera y lo insensato de preocuparme por algo tan insignificante como mi propia vida frente a una manifestación tan maravillosa del poder de Dios. Creo que enrojecí de vergüenza cuando la idea cruzó por mi mente. Y al cabo de un momento se apoderó de mi la más viva curiosidad acerca del remolino. Sentí el deseo de explorar sus profundidades, aun al precio del sacrificio que iba a costarme, y la pena más grande que sentí fue que nunca podría contar a mis viejos camaradas de la costa todos los misterios que vería”.
Edgar Allan Poe, “Un descenso al Maelström”.
“I became aware of a loud and gradually increasing sound, like the moaning of a vast herd of buffaloes upon an American prairie: and at the same moment I perceived what seamen term the chopping character of the ocean beneath us, was rapidly changing into a current which set to the eastward. Even while I gazed, this current acquired a monstrous velocity [...] The vast bed of the waters, seamed and scarred into a thousand conflicting channels, burst suddenly into frenzied convulsions – heaving, boiling, hissing – gyrating in gigantic and innumerable vortices, and all whirling and plunging on to the eastward with a rapidity water never elsewhere assumes, except in precipitous descents. In a few minutes more there came over the scene another radical alteration [...] The gyratory motions of the subsided vortices seemed to form the germ of another more vast. Suddenly – very suddenly – this assumed a distinct and broad belt of gleaming spray; but no particle of this slipped into the mouth of the terrible funnel, whose interior, as far as the eye could see it, was a smooth, shining, and jet black wall of water, inclined to the horizon at an angle of some 45 degrees, speedily, dizzily round and round with a swaying and sweltering motion, and sending forth to the winds an appalling voice, half shriek, half roar, such as not even the mighty cataract of Niagara ever lifts up in its agony to heaven. [...] ‘This,’ said I at length, to the old man –'this can be nothing else than the great whirlpool of the Maelström.’”—Edgar Allan Poe, (1839-1850). Descent Into the Maelström. In Tales of Mystery and Imagination (p.87).
Films 2000: Maelström
Director : Denis Villeneuve
Beautifully shot, slightly surrealist film about a woman caught up in one desperate situation after another and the slow descent of her life. A grim film but well worth checking out
Denis Villeneuve's MAELSTRÖM, 2000
A dying fish (narrated by Pierre Lebeau) being readied by a brutish butcher tells the story of a woman falling in love, in Denis Villeneuve’s MAELSTRÖM. Bibiane Champagne (Marie-Josée Croze) has been drinking a little too much after a terrible string of unfortunate events. In her dazed stupor, she accidentally hits a stranger on the street with her car, and nervously drives back home as quick as she can. From that point on, paranoia and guilt wash over Bibiane’s conscience, while the turbulent forces she has generated sweep out only to boomerang back with an agenda to alter her life forever. +_+