Monday, April 11, 2011

Spell Robert Lowell using only the letters P., T., S., and D.

From everything I have garnered from Robert Lowell, it seems very likely that he suffered/suffers from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.  Accordingly to psychology, Lowell exhbits multiple symtoms which would be indicative of this diagnosis and some of these symptoms include:

  • avoidance of stimuli associated with the trauma, such as certain thoughts or feelings, or talking about the event(s);

  • -This symptom can be seen in the poem Home After Three Months Away with specific reference to the shaving razor that Lowell describes in the poem.  He writes:

    [my daughter][...]
    floats my shaving brush
    and washcloth in the flush...
    Dearest I cannot loiter here
    in lather like a polar bear.

    Lowell makes this reference in relation to his former poem Waiting In the Blue in which he builds up his poem to the final line:
    each of us holds a locked razor.

    Whatever trauma Lowell was experiencing, it caused him to check himself into the psychiatric hospital and every time he sees a razor he is reminded of the time he spent there and the reasons and events which drove him there.  So to avoid associating with these memories of grief or guilt or whatever else it may be, Lowell avoids contact with razor blades and furthermore, the actual act of shaving.

  • avoidance of behaviors, places, or people that might lead to distressing memories;


  • -This, I will say is perhaps one of the most telling symptoms that I think Lowell exhibits.  Every time he makes reference to anyone, it is always through a side-channel or a kind of indirect relation.  He describes his mother by observing her belongings which inhabit her room.  He describes his granparents by describing the house they lived in and he describes his father through his career in the navy.  And he then uses this description to connect to his daughter, using the same description he uses to describe his father's naval uniform and using almost the exact same description to describe his daughter's apparel.  So in order to avoid reminiscing about his childhood, Lowell focuses on external objects (inanimate objects) rather than direct objects (his family).

  • inability to recall major parts of the trauma(s), or decreased involvement in significant life activities;


  • -This symptom can be seen in Lowell's poem "To Speak of Woe That is Marriage".  Within this poem, Lowell is self-critical in describing how he thinks his wife views their marriage, and through this assumed identity it can be seen that it is actually Lowell himself who is reflecting on his marriage.  He mentions that he often goes off for drives late at night and he makes reference to this tendency in his poem Skunk Hour, but with this poem it can be seen that Lowell seems to dissociate himself from others around him and his involvement with his marriage seems to take a seat on the backburner compared to the value and focus that Lowell places upon driving.  Even moreso, when the mention of sex comes up, Lowell describes his wife describing him as stalling above her like an elaphant.  This is worth noting because when elephants mate, the male elephant will go into a kind of check and act mode where he, in g-rated language, echolocates into sex.  He sends out a sign and if the sign is sent back to him he proceeds, however with Lowell there seems to be a definite lack of reciprocation on his part to his wife.  To me, I think he sends out a sign and it is given back, but he doesnt proceed.  I dunno, there just seems to be a serious lack of feeling or connection that Lowell exhibits towards his wife and, in other poems, towards his daughter.

  • an expectation that one's future will be somehow constrained in ways not normal to other people.


  • -This one is very recognizable and I'll go back to the poem Home After Three Months Away for evidence.  The lines in which Lowell describes his coffin-length of soil and the feeling that he is cured, frizzled, rank, and stale.  Almost as if Lowell is merely hanging out to dry now in his life, it is over.  He has had the succulent juices dried out of him and he hangs dangling from a hook in the hot afternoon sun

    These are only a few symptoms of PTSD which I have found evidence of in Lowell's poetry.  There are many other symptoms that indicate PTSD, but regardless of diagnosis, Lowell felt a weight that was too heavy for him I think.  So in order to cope with this burden he fell back upon writing and used it as a kind of support system, because he obviously could not find it through anything that involved relation or familiarity.  Honestly, I think that the problem can be traced back to the fact that his father was an overbearing naval officer and his mother provided too much of a counter-measure to this.  One was too hard one was too soft so to say and Lowell was caught in the middle of two extremes.  In response to this, he picked neither, and honestly I dont think he could have sanely picked one side because that would have shifted the balance of power within the family unit.  Go with his father and his mother would feel slighted, go with his mother and his father would feel slighted.  So Lowell was most probably constantly pulled and torn between two states of extreme opposition until he just got too overwhelmed with it all.

    I dunno, Lowell needed more hugs and cookies I think, and in a weird kind of way I feel bad for Lowell for having to deal with his problems the way he did...but at the same time I understand why I think.

    Sucking Dandelions and Akwardly Sized Pants

    Modesties:
    Words as plain as hen-birds' wings
    Do not lie.
    Do not over-broider things -
    Are too shy.

    Thoughts that shuffle round like pence
    Through each reign,
    Wear down to their simplest sense,
    Yet remain.

    Weeds are not supposed to grow,
    But by degrees
    Some achieve a flower, although
    No one sees.

    So with this poem, I think its pretty clear that Phillip Larkin has a kind of tit for tat battle with himself.  He builds it but then ohp - nevermind.  He starts to go one w - nope.  He tries to reach a kind of happy medium - but then says f*** it.  Friggin A' man...seriously?

    But with this poem, you can most definitely see the dualistic hell that Larkin imposes on himself and I really cannot say whether it is truly effective or simply annoying to no end, how Larkin of me.

    He sets this poem up pretty good from the beginning with the first stanza being:

    Words as plain as hen-birds' wings
    Do not lie.
    Do not over-broider things -
    Are too shy.

    Here, Larkin is saying that simple words are the source of truth.  Simple words do not muddle or misconstrue their meaning...it would honestly be pretty hard to misread the statement, "Those jeans make your butt look big", but on the other hand, if you were to say it like this, it might be a little more inviting to interpretation: "Those fashionably crafted pair of pants you have donned truly do not compliment your figure, and in fact they rather work to the opposite effect especially concerning the region just below your spinal column"  Cut down the language and you cut down the distance between two people.  Why make bridges any longer than they have to be?  Simple language does not attempt to be anything other than what it simply is...simple and true.  And yet, here comes the Larkin train...they are too shy...*smacks head*  Hu-wha?!? 

    Is he trying to say that by using simple language you hide behind a surface level giving of opinion? Is it that Larkin believes simple language to be a scape goat or mask to hide the real truth behind?  Does simple language lack the manhood to go further than simplicity, because we are complex beings?

    On the other hand, you could take that little spastic cliff-hanger to mean that indeed, yes, simple language lacks manhood, lacks confidence, lacks ego, or delusions of granduer.  By using simple language, we admit our connection with the other person because we are so enthralled by them that we are almost floored by their presence or that when we meet with one person, we cannot help but feel overwhelmed with feelings for them, kind of a butterly-in-the-stomach effect...I dunno, freakin Larkin...

    But onto the second stanza:

    Thoughts that shuffle round like pence
    Through each reign,
    Wear down to their simplest sense,
    Yet remain.

    Thoughts that shuffle round like pence.  Ok, so I know you cant see it, but I burst out laughing pretty loudly at this line.  Larkin...what a brit lol.  But he means to say thoughts that shuffle round like loose change I think and here he makes a connection to the thoughts and phrases which we muddle over our heads during the course of a conversation.  Should I say this?  Or maybe that?  Should I lie about her pants?  Should I simply avoid the question altogether? *insert question*, *insert question*, *insert question*.  And through each reign is referential (is that a real word) to each individual encounter we have.  He says eventually, after muddling and muddling, we are finally forced to give up and just speak simply.  Almost exhaustive in nature, the individual will just say "I really cant think anymore, my brain hurts" and so in desperation and exhaustion the truth is simply what remains, simple and short.

    And then the kicker, the clencher, the fourth quarter clutch or klutz:
    Weeds are not supposed to grow,
    But by degrees
    Some achieve a flower, although
    No one sees.

    Seriously, Mr. Wishy-Washy needs to stop with the flip-floppery here.  Weeds are not supposed to grow...To me, I understand this line to mean that sometimes when we widdle our thoughts down, they are not always the good truth, but rather the ugly truth.  You go over it and over in your head and your left with the thought, "No, I truly do not love you" whereas before it was,"Well I know we havent had that good of relationship lately but x, x, and x, so maybe..."...but sometimes the simple truth is not the thing which wants or needs to be heard.  And yet, some weeds grow a flower.  When you are finally left with the ugly truth, you can move on from there and blossom into something bigger and better.  And many times people do not see the ugly truth as something beautiful or beneficial, all they see is the loss of a relationship, "No, I no longer love you" and yet on the flip side, this relatioship has been stale for so long and finally reaching this realization breaks free that shackle of over-analysis that has kept you bound within the same rotting pile of manure which is your relationship...reaching the simple truth, stripped of overpowering thoughts that may mislead you, takes off the weight and silences the noise that is brought about by college-level word choicage and SAT Prep-thinking. 

    BUT ALAS! LARKIN STRIKES AGAIN! WHOOSH!

    Weeds are pretty much there to pee in the wheaties that would otherwise be a welcome bowl of fresh fields and sunshine.  They pretty much ruin the party and they are the vegetative equivalent of Nosferatu.  So taking the negative connotation of weeds and sticking with it, the ugly truth will eventually just get uglier and uglier.  A sprouting dandelion eventually turns into a full blown dandelion and you could equate the last stanza to a kind of Poe-ish approach to the sublime.  Once you see the ugly truth, everything becomes that much more uglier, and at the end of it all, all you see and consider is that disgusting head of dandelion, and not the weeks before-hand that it took for the dandelion to grow and to blossom.  You see the result and not the path taken to get there, so taking this kind of approach to the ending, reaching the ugly truth will hurt you in the long run because it will lead to other ugly truths and after a while you'll be so far down the ugly-truth road that you'll forget how you started on that road in the first place.

    Larkin, you suck dandelions, I dont like your poetry.  There is a reason why America did not vote for John Kerry and likewise, I dont think I can vote for you. 

    But you ran a good campaign, sir.
    And yet...
    I love your po-


    No, just kidding.