Hydracropsychic by T.W. Kriner

hydracropsychic
Cover of T.W. Kriner’s book In the Mad Water

I love the word. It aptly describes
the deadly allure of Niagara’s vibes:
primal urges to be swimming or flying
that often end up with somebody dying.


Source:  T.W. Kriner.  The Red Pill and Other Poems. Buffalo: J & J Publishing, 2026.

It is well known that Niagara Falls produces a mesmerizing effect, that draws people to it, and overwhelms the senses, drawing some to commit or attempt to commit suicide, as documented in interviews with survivors, and in the words of many of the poets represented on the Niagara Falls Poetry Project website. Describing this phenomenon, Kriner  coined the word hydracropsychic in his book In the Mad Water: Two Centuries of Adventure and Lunacy at Niagara Falls,   J & J Publishing, Buffalo, 1999. p. 14: “The water, the altitude, and the distracted mind may combine to produce what might be called a hydracropsychic effect.” 

The word “hydracropsychic” was later used by Joyce Carol Oates in her book The Falls, published in 2004. In it, a fictional doctor writing a fictional letter describes “an uncanny effect called the hydracropsychic,” a “morbid condition” that has been known to “render even the will of the active, robust man in the prime of life temporarily invalid, as if under the spell of a malevolent hypnotist,” with the result, in the direst cases, that “the unfortunate victim throws himself to his doom if he is not prevented.”

See  Wiktionary: Suggest a word/August 2009 for a discussion of the word hydracropsychic (you will have to scroll down the page to find it).

 

Leaping by Donna-Lee Smith

Niagara, 1857 by Frederic Edwin Church
Image courtesy of the National Gallery of Art

 

The first time it happened was on a family holiday when the parents piled the four of us into the back seat of our wood-panelled Plymouth station wagon, circa 1959.

Dan 10
moi  9
Deb  5
Dave 4

I hear ya, the 4 Ds, what were they thinking?

We piled in, we were piled on, we were on a camping trip from Ottawa to see the falls, the mythical falls!
 
A long day journey with moi pleading car sickness so I could sit up front and not stay squished in the back with the squabblers.  I know, you’re wondering how can 4 kids be packed into the back seat of a station wagon: no problem: this trip was 20 years prior to that belt legislation. Plus, we had Heidi with us, a usually sweet dachshund, but cranky car companion. What were they thinking?
 
Am writing this in the throes of slouching towards 75, can’t remember anything much about the actual road trip. But we must’ve played horses and cemeteries. You get points for horses you see in the fields and you lose all your points if someone yells ‘cemetery’. This requires lots of I saw it first. 
 
But I do remember the awestruckness of seeing the falls, feeling the mist, the magnetism of the cataract, the thunderous roar, the trembling…and the irresistible desire, more the irresistible need, to leap. To be one with the shoots, the flumes, the brume….
 
Even today, with small cascades, like Hogsback Falls on the Rideau River in Ottawa, I want to leap. 
 
Anyone out there feel the same tug?
 
Perhaps Annie Edson Taylor did when she first saw Niagara Falls. To design and build a barrel, at age 63, and throw herself into the river and over the falls! We’re talking a drop of 160 feet, a flow rate of 85,000 cubic feet per second! Though she was the first person to survive this remarkable feat, she was not the risk taker you might take her for: she sent her cat over the precipice a few days earlier, and he survived.
 
You? Would you go over Niagara Falls for fame and fortune? 


This prose-poem, inspired by Frederic Edwin Church’s 1857 painting Niagara, was first published in The Ekphrastic ReviewOctober 20, 2023 in their Ekphrastic Challenges series. Read about ekphrastic poetry in Niagara.
donna-lee
Donna-Lee Smith and friend
 
 
Donna-Lee Smith writes mostly from Montreal, but also from an off-the-grid cabin in the Laurentian hills north of the city, where bears raid the blueberries and wolves commune with the moon. At other times she writes from Gotland Island (Baltic Sea) where her grandchildren also eat blueberries and commune in Swedish.
 
She has a hankering to leap.

Niagara Powerhouse by Joseph Housley

 


Source: Niagara Powerhouse by Joseph Housley was first published in Nashville Review, Issue 39, December 2022.

Joseph Housley’s poems have appeared in The New York Quarterly, Nashville Review, The Shore, and Sixth Finch, as well as other journals and anthologies. He was selected for a residency at Hewnoaks and received an MFA in poetry from The New School. He lives in Savannah, Georgia.

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Photo: Sun Shining Through the Mist at the Brink of the Horseshoe Falls, January 7, 2007 by Andrew Porteus