Tuesday, 17 April 2018

Mr Perseus, You're Trying to Medusa Me, Aren't You?



            It seemed to have been raining all night when I got up on Monday although there was still quite a bit of snow lying stretched out along the edges of the street and lying in rock shaped chunks in the middle of the street as the wind continued to howl. Queen Street was mostly clear and it looked like a plough had actually pushed most of the snow to one corner of the Dollarama parking lot into the shape of a big white rolled up carpet.
            I went out in the afternoon to pick up my prescription at the drug store. The sidewalk was still very wet from melting snow but I got by with wearing my Blundies instead of the Kodiaks for the walk. I had to sign a receipt twice the size of a postage stamp but half the size of my signature for my little white paper bag.
            I wasted a lot of time on the internet until I took a siesta in the afternoon but shortly after getting up I began making stream of consciousness notes in longhand towards six practice essays for my Wednesday morning exam.
            In answer to “Examine the representation of female sexuality” I wrote:
           
            A Streetcar Named Desire takes place in the afterlife where women must still be subservient, know their place and be able to catch a mans meat when he throws it at her.  Blanche Dubois is out of place in the afterlife because she is not dead yet. She still expects to be recognized as she was in the world of the living. She has learned to be a sexual woman manoeuvring the world with her wiles but she has also been out manoeuvred by the world. She balances gentility with sexuality and appears fragile and broken because of it.
            This is also about class. An unmarried woman of class with no property or prospects using her sexuality to survive is considered low while this is acceptable behaviour for men. But men do not need to use sexuality to survive. When stripped of nothing but sexuality one is nakedly vulnerable. But to reach out to others in a sexual way is considered normal for a man. A woman has to be married to be a lady and to be sexual. All of her gentility is put in question when she takes control.  Blanche had no power to save Belle Rêve because it was in the power of the men to ruin. Blanche is the personification of Belle Rêve. She is a beautiful dream that cannot be maintained in modern reality.
            In “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?” Martha is a ball buster. She is a predator who makes use of her sexuality in the service of her father. The infertile, unproductive environment in which she lives with George allows them both to behave like children emotionally, even though they are intellectually and sexually adults.
            Martha is the only sexual person in the play. In George’s imagination she even has sex with their imaginary son. George is disgusted by Martha’s overt sexuality because it is predatory and bent on conquest. He rejects her advances because he does not want to be conquered because then he would lose the contest that is their marriage. He must defeat her through her pretence of being a mother.

            On the question of how violence operates in the works we’ve studied, I said:

Violence operates in A Streetcar Named Desire to change the energy and to put things on another level. The first act of violence reveals the sexuality of the relationship between Stella and Stanley. It initially pushes her away but leaves him on his knees in a needy, emotionally childlike state, lower than her and puts her in power as she comes back to him.
Stanley’s violence towards Blanche is a rape that happens outside of Stella’s civilizing influence.  It is sex without intimacy that effectively kills Blanche.
In both cases there are no negative consequences for Stanley. He wins Stella back in the first case and he is victorious in his efforts to push Blanche out of his home.
Violence in Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? Operates to change the level of argument and increase the sexual tension between George and Martha. After thinking that George was going to kill her, when she finds out it was a joke she is aroused by his violent play.
Their imaginary son is killed in a violent clash between modernity and nature on the road in George’s mind. The violence is George’s way of hanging on. It is self-defence.
With George and Martha their violence is mostly verbal and their physical violence serves as punctuation. They face off like drunken gladiators and they seem to need an audience for their Punic war in New Carthage. They never agree, they never give in; they never surrender. They ironically agree upon total war. The only option is for one of them to be defeated.

            Discussing the idea that the subject of poetry is often poetry itself, I argued:

            The subject of poetry is rarely poetry. None of the poets we’ve covered in this term really talk about poetry in their poetry. Although writers do talk about writers and about novels and stories within plays, novels or stories, most poetry is poetry free as far as subject matter is concerned. In Raymond Carver’s story he talks more about poetry than any of the poets we’ve covered.
Frank O’Hara’s approach is often metatextual. He puts himself in his poems and his poems are self-aware.
Ginsberg’s manuscripts are equated with exposed genitalia that incriminate him to the police.
Does Williams write about poetry? Is the Red Wheelbarrow about poetry or composition?
Does Plath mention poetry in her poetry? When Pat Parker calls herself a goat does she mean poet? Parker writes a poem to create intimacy, to replace contact with a woman.
The fact is that the subject of poetry is rarely poetry at all.
Even Lorrie Moore’s short story is not about short stories but she diminishes the whole thing to a collection of notes.
To talk about poetry while writing poetry would be to remove the poem from the self of the poet and would render the poet naked.

            On the function of ellipses in certain texts I wrote:

Ellipses serve to suggest continuance and momentum of the action or action of ideation of the text immediately preceding the dots. They draw reader in to an engagement with and participation in the text as they fill in the blanks and rescue the narrative from falling off the edge or hope that the author will resolve things.  They force the reader to trust the author. They are a death. They are a continuance into an unseen afterlife of unreadable subtext that only the reader is privy to. The reader is called to be creative and to invent … The reader must walk on the dots and be careful not to stumble into the spaces between them.
Ellipses create space by breaking things up and showing that they are not solid or complete or tidy. 
Ellipses are cartoon machine gun bullets that always shoot to the right to attack the east side of the map of the page.
Ellipses are the crumbs left by Hansel and Gretel so we can find and save them from the witch. They come in threes like the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost and other couples on dates with third wheels.
Ellipses say, “You know what I mean, so now let’s move on to …”
Ellipses are broken text. Something has slipped. An ellipse is a question mark that has been bent too far and reduced to atoms that now wait on an assembly line to be glued back together.

            On the operation and effect of humour I opined:

            Humour operates to ease pressure from the gravity of a situation but also to give the gravity of a situation swinging room so it will have greater impact. In Lorrie Moore’s “People Like That Are the Only People Here: Canonical Babbling in Peed Onk” there is humour throughout her conveyance of the tragic circumstances depicted. The humour serves like rests in a piece of music. The humour carries us along by maintaining emotion when the sadness has reached saturation so as to reinsert the recharged sadness later on. Laughter and sobbing cause the same abdominal spasms. Humour is an effective vehicle to carry us into sadness because we might not go there willingly otherwise. Humour is how we negotiate with sadness. We cannot see the shape of a shadow without a light and we cannot see the shape of sadness without humour and vice versa. Humour is how we reconcile with the play of opposites in circumstances. Cancer, war and genocide are absurd and so they must also be funny.
            In Thomas King’s “A Coyote Columbus Story” we are witnesses to the beginnings of a holocaust as the Indians are carried off, many to their deaths, but Coyote only laughs because Indians are not worth stealing. The idea of enslaving people is ridiculous and so it cannot be taken seriously. The European slavers are silly even though their actions have devastating results. Making Columbus silly is the only way to understand him because overpowering people is an inferior thing to do. Only cartoons would treat humans so horribly.

            On the role of self and self-creation in US literature I posed that:

To put oneself into a work of literature is to self-create. Literature examines the self and self-creates at the same time. There is no objectivity because the more we examine the self the more universal we make it.
Frank O’Hara inserts himself into his poems, as do all of the poets we have covered in this term. O’Hara’s self is an observer that also observes his observing self and his self becomes to some extent that of the reader but other aspects of his self are insoluble because of the name dropping of strangers in his poems.
To put oneself into a poem is to torture oneself.  The short story writers we have covered, other than Lorrie Moore, do not expose themselves as much as the poets. Every one of Pat Parker’s poems are about the self even when that self is the collective consciousness of all black women.
Writing about the self is an attempt at self-discovery. One oneself as a character in a piece of literature in order to bate a trap in order to catch oneself red handed and thereby find oneself. Pat Parker’s poems are mirrors that say here I am. Sylvia Plath’s poems are also all about the self. There is always an “I” observing, being affected and moved. “I” exists in literature so there can be other. Other is all around “I”. Poems or stories without a self do not take place in the centre but rather on the side. They are landscape studies.


            I watched an Alfred Hitchcock Hour teleplay that started off in an intriguing way but ended up as conventionally disappointing. A man named Howard is taking a walk on a deserted road late at night as a woman named Isabel is walking in the opposite direction. He passes her with little notice but she turns to look at him before continuing on. Shortly after that he stumbles in the dark and falls face down in the dirt, bruising his cheek, tearing his pants and generally getting scuffed up. On the way back a cop stops him, sees his condition and tells him to get in the car. He is taken to a house where there are other police officers and a detective. Sitting on the couch in the living room of that house is the now traumatized woman that he’d passed on the sidewalk. The cops ask Isabel if Howard is the man that attacked her and she says he was. He ends up going to jail between one and five years. I assume it was three years because when he gets out and the warden tells him that he has $105 coming to him because of his work in the prison machine shop he corrects him that actually the state owes him $13000 in lost wages. He had been a clerk before he was arrested and in 1964 three years wages would have amounted to about $13000. The warden firmly tells Howard firmly that the state owed him nothing but a lesson. Howard smiles slyly and responds, “Oh, I learned many lessons while I was here.” Next we see Howard, disguised in a fake moustache, assaulting a bank courier. The briefcase that he makes away with contains a little over $15,000. Howard keeps exactly $13,000 and sends the change back to the bank. With the money he buys a record store in the small town in which Isabel lives. He makes himself very visible to her. She sees him on the street, at the library and one time when she accidentally bumps into him she calls a cop, but the officer saw the whole thing and told her he hadn’t done anything wrong. Eventually she comes to his record store a couple of times and he invites her to a concert. They begin a romance and she falls in love with him hard because he is very handsome and she is not what would be considered a Hollywood beauty. She admits that she is now not so sure that he had been her attacker three years before but he tells her to forget about it. The detective that originally charged Howard is suspicious of his reasons for courting Isabel because he knows that Howard still maintains his innocence and so he is afraid that Howard is out for some sort of revenge. When he hears that they are to be married he concludes that Howard’s intention is to kill Isabel.
            This is where it got boring because it seems to me that there would have been a more satisfying revenge than murder on someone whose false testimony put you in prison for three years.
            They take their honeymoon by the sea and Howard arranges for Isabel to die in a boating accident on the last day of their holiday. He cuts the fuel line between the two gas tanks on their yacht so that when one runs out of petrol and she switches to the other it will cause an explosion. But the blast blows Isabel unharmed into the water. She returns to Howard without knowing that he’d tried to murder her. The police detective is onto Howard however and though he has nothing to convict him on now, he warns Howard that he has enough evidence that if Isabel should ever have another accident he would get the death penalty. Howard’s punishment then is to stay with a woman that he is not attracted to, because if he doesn’t the detective will move in on him because he knows about the bank robbery too. The detective’s motive is that he was a close friend of Isabel’s father and he knows that because Isabel is not very attractive she does not have a lot of options. Since Howard has made Isabel believe he loves her she is happy and so he forces Howard to maintain that belief for the rest of his life.
            It’s a pretty unsatisfying ending, since Isabel receives no consequences whatsoever for having put someone in prison for three years based on her own lack of perception.
The story is based on a novel called “The Bronze Perseus” by science fiction writer S.B. Hough, though this one was a psychological thriller rather than his usual genre. From the summary I’ve read I see that it’s a much more complex story than the “Isabel” teleplay.
In the novel it’s Harold who is walking at night. He hears a woman screaming for help but he ignores it. He is picked up by the cops and is presented to Emma who identifies him as her rapist. Harold goes to prison for five years. The next few events leading up to their marriage are similar to the teleplay, but in the novel Harold successfully murders Emma on their honeymoon ad makes it look like a drowning accident in front of witnesses.
One important factor that makes the novel more interesting is that Emma has a mental illness that frequently compels her to accuse men of attacking her. For instance, when she goes to the dentist and is put to sleep with gas, when she wakes up she insists that the dentist raped her even though the nurse was there the whole time and attests to the fact that no assault occurred.
When the detective finally catches up with Harold he confesses but insists that he did not kill Emma out of revenge. He compares himself to Perseus and Emma to Medusa and says that her murder was an act of mercy.

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