Saturday, April 24, 2010
Death Of Youth in Kipling's Epitaphs
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Kipling's Epitaph, "The Beginner"
This was my favorite of all of his epitaphs: it's just so sad. I love WWI because there was such a beautiful innocence about the world that got completely smashed apart.
The Beginner
On the first hour of my first day
In the front trench I fell.
(Children in boxes at a play
Stand up to watch it well).
My dad made me read a book last summer called The Great War and Modern Memory, which talked about the changes in literature that happened as a result of WWI. Before WWI, modern europe believed in progress and though they were moving forward. There hadn't been a major war since the Second Treaty of Paris that ended the Napoleonic Wars, when almost all of the major and minor european countries agreed upon a Balance of Power between the nations. After awhile, war became something that was glorified - people read The Iliad and imagined heroes - Achilles and Agamemnon. And all the time leading up to the war, as we've read - was filled with romanticism. People wrote poetry about knights and kings, heroes - and that which came along with them - the beautiful, innocent princesses, the lovely lady waiting for her soldier to return home, scarred but valiant. All of that was an illusion, of course - a world before poison gas, tanks, trenches, airplanes, and effective artillery.
So, once these valiant heroes marched off to war, they realized how truly horrible it was - and the type of prose and poetry that entered WWI, all flowery and nature-oriented, was transformed. After the war, disillusionment and stark prose characterized modern writing. Images of death and pointless brutality, or senseless death, were rampant. And that's where this comes into play - stories of innocence that meet with senseless, immediate death. A boy who looks over the top of the trench to see the battle - to see the artillery burst like stars in the air, to see the land transformed from a place of trees into a cratered, surrealist moonscape - for that he is killed, a child, innocent, and most of all, foolish.
And that's the thing I really see that characterizes these poems - a sense of sardonic humor, that grins at the absolute misery of reality, and thinks How could we have been so foolish?
Things Fall Apart
Tommy and Imperialism
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
The Bridegroom
The last stanza from this poem made me shiver. Reading it, I felt like the poet was saying that the bridegroom expected to endure eternity with his new bride- death.
Kipling's Personae
Most of the poetry we've read so far reference death/posthumous topics at least some if not frequently. For instance, Keats writes about his brother's death, his reaction to his brother's death, and even his apparent death to come. Kipling is not different in terms of topic, but he is in terms of perspective. Essentially all of these epitaphs come from the persona of one who is recently deceased. There is no lamenting of the deceased, per se; rather, it is the deceased lamenting their mistakes, misfortunes, and loved ones left behind. They remind me a lot of Emily Dickinson in this regard, at least in terms of the differing personae, though she wasn't quite as 'regretful' in hers, nor nearly as motivated to create propaganda.
A side note: It is also interesting is that these are called epitaphs. Generally, when I think of epitaphs, I think of a loved one writing about one who is deceased. For instance, seeing "beloved father and husband" on a grave. It's an interesting twist Kipling employs that I find very effective.
Apocalyptic Poetry: Yeats and Hardy
Landscape and Alienation
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Old Man Traveling & The Stolen Child
To to waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
From a world more full of weeping than you can understand.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Yeats and Materialism
The Rag-and-Bone Shop of the Heart
I found "The Circus Animals' Desertion" most consistent with what we have discussed this semester. To begin with, there is a "broken man" at the start of the poem, which immediately alerts us to the fact that something is unnatural, there must be something wrong if he is "broken." Secondly, the Circus is often associated with "freaks of nature," or creatures that don't fit into what we see as our reality. The people/animals/things in a circus are by nature, strange.
My circus animals were all on show,
Those stilted boys, that burnished chariot,
Lion and woman and the Lord knows what.
I find it interesting that he groups women in the category of the strange and unknowable, even to the Lord who is supposed to know everything. These are creatures beyond the normal realm of reason. Yeats then goes off into a sort of dreamy, enchanted world that is a little bizarre.
The speaker's brokenness is accompanied by the image of "The Countess Cathleen" wants to give away her soul, (which is not natural), and this brings up the comparison between the body and the soul.
Then there is the "Fool" and the "Blind Man," who can both be considered outsiders who never quite fit in. The reference to Cuchulain (aka the "Irish Achilles") brings in his irrational strength that is otherworldly and superhuman if he is able to fight the "ungovernable sea." However, all heroes have a week spot. The speaker was enchanted by a dream, not reality, and when in the last stanza he finds himself back in the harshness of the real world full of broken objects.
At the end, he mourns all the work he had done in the past, the love he had built up, saying that his ladder is now gone, and his weary tone suggests he doesn't really feel up to creating a new ladder. The speaker says "I must lie down where all the ladders start/In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart," which is to say that love's imperfection causes broken-heartedness. He cannot even stand up and climb, he is reduced to a supine position. This all refers back to the absurdness and irrationality we have seen so far.