Faith

Cormac McCarthy's play, "The Sunset Limited" is an absolute masterpiece of literature. It asks a lot of questions of us as a people, and how we view our world. Many of these questions, it is nearly impossible to answer all of them. One major question raised is, "what truly is faith?"

When we think of someone and their faith, we think of someone attending church, but can one be faithful to something other than a god? What of Death and Nothingness, can one be truly faithful to those notions. It seems this way for the Professor in "The Sunset Limited." Compared to Black's true devotion to Christ, The Professor is completely devoted to this blissful nothingness, he worships the notion of a Void, and the Death that leads him there. But is that true faith? And how is that different from worshiping a deity such as Christ?

I could go on for pages and days talking on this subject, so I shall end it here. But it is an interesting question to mull over for the next few days. This play challenges a lot, and could ruin you if you dwell on it too long.

Topic for my poetry essay.

For my poetry essay, I plan on writing on the poem/song by Bob Dylan, "Mr.Tambourine Man." I found this poem quite fascinating, and saw something in it I think few have, which ties in with my thesis. I intend to prove that this poem is actually talking living with depression and the hardships that come from it. Many people speculate if Dylan actually suffered from chronic depression, as the science of the time was nowhere near as refined as it is now. But, I can see a lot of evidence for that in this poem, and I wholly intend to prove it so.

Villonous Intent

The Buddha's grand revelation was that all of life is suffering. Specifically, this suffering was born of desire of the material world, and the behaviors that fuel that, such as hatred, manipulation, and selfishness If indeed these traits are the cause of suffering, then what effect do they have on the world around us? That is one of the many things addressed in Phillip Levine's poem, "Baby Villon."

   Indeed, in this poem, we can see a theme of a quiet outrage from a life tainted by other's hatred and selfishness. We get a view of this in the first couple of stanzas, when the speaker describes the subject talking about all the discrimination he has experienced. It culminates with the speaker saying, "He holds up seven thick little fingers/To show me he’s rated seventh in the world"(Levine), showing his placement in the world, below all of the major cultures, below everything. And indeed this supports the theme of this quiet outrage, for the stanza follows with, "And there’s no passion in his voice, no anger/ In the flat brown eyes flecked with blood" (Levine). A person so discriminated, and so hated in this world just approaching it silently is not uncommon But rather they just hold it in, a quiet fury brewing under the surface, the calm before the storm.

We continue to see more of this person's tragic circumstances, and the world that shaped them. In the next stanza, we see that he has been part of a war, and the tragedy that came from it. "...he talks of the war/In North Africa and what came after,/The loss of his father, the loss of his brother" (Levine). We can see the speaker showing that the subject has lost his father and brother as a result, but how the speaker presents this is what is most important. He presents this very blandly, without emotion or embellishment  If the speaker indeed is relaying how the subject told about these circumstances, it ties perfectly with the theme of quiet outrage. When one typically looses a family member, they are utterly devastated, but the subject shows no discernible emotion when it comes to this.

The detail of how the subject relates to the speaker near the end of this poem is evident of the theme of quiet outrage as well. Near the end of the poem, during this meeting between the speaker and the subject of the poem there comes this touching scene of a personal interaction between the two. "Sadly his fingers wander over my face,/And he says how fair I am, how smooth./We stand to end this first and last visit" (Levine). This seems more sad and touching than filled with brewing anger,but we can step back and see that isn't quite so. It is at this point we seem to get a tone shift from outrage focused through the subject to focusing it through the speaker. We see the speaker meeting with the subject and seeing his absolutely horrid quality of life, and how terribly he is treated. We see this in such detail that anyone would be enraged at the world for treating someone this way, and giving them a life that no one deserves. This last touching gesture before their meeting ends is filled with sadness on both ends, and one can pick up a very subtle sense of outrage brewing in the speaker's heart after all he knows now. The speaker ends on a note that shows how we all can be forced into this state, ending the poem with, "Myself made otherwise by all his pain" (Levine). It's a fitting line, showing how excessive pain, can turn anyone into a rage filled monster.

From this, we can see the theme of quiet outrage is clearly evident in this poem, though it is subtle at times. This is important, because it not only shows how any perfectly normal person can be turned into a hate filled sub-human; but also how our actions, our collective actions as human beings can cause people to become this way. We must learn form the examples in this poem, and take a page from the Buddha. Do away with our selfish desires, and we do away with creating so much outrage and villons in our world.


"Baby Villon." By Philip Levine : The Poetry Foundation. N.p., n.d. Web. 19 Oct. 2012. <http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/178145>.

I Would Love You If I Could

There seems to be a gap in thought,
A missing portion of my mind,
Where romantic intention would be.

What wraith on me had life wrought,
That in such pathetic state I find,
Such a crucial piece missing from me.

And now I know you my sweet,
Enchanting to the very soul,
I’d do anything, I would.

But my very heart is effete,
I am far less than whole,
But I would love you if I could.

I may want to postpone my trip to London...

We all tend to get a rather pleasant image in our mind's eye when we think of London, kind of gray but still a lively and vibrant city. Quite contrary images come to mind when one reads William Blake's "London" though.

The first thing I noticed in this poem was it's almost contrary nature in presentation versus content. The use of rhyme, meter, and iambic pentameter give this poem an energetic, almost cheery rhythm when reading it. When you apply this rhythm to the content of the poem however, you get a much more contrary feel. Perhaps it was to create a kind of darker image, of the use of playful structure to display such grim sights as "... the hapless Soldier's sigh/ Ruins in blood down palace walls" (Blake). Yes, Blake's portrait of London is far from the pleasant images that come to mind. To the speaker it is a city of woe, filled with cries of desperation from  men to infants, from soldiers to harlots. Personally, I think this  is not a commentary of London itself, but rather the roles one can lock oneself into, thinking that this is your solitary fate. In the second stanza we see that, "In every cry of every man,/ In every Infant's cry of fear,/ In every voice, in every ban,/ The mind-forged manacles I hear" (Blake). This is a city filled with people's cries, lamenting their fates and woes, trapped in the prisons of the roles they take. But with the last line in that stanza, we see these are not prisons they are forces to take, but rather their manacles (or handcuffs for those who do not know the word) are just mental. They are an illusory prison created by both ourselves and society.

I believe Blake was trying to say in one way or another, that in a vast and diverse environment such as London, one is not necessarily trapped to lament their sad role, but rather can break free of those shackles. That is just one thing I took from it thought. Quite a good poem though, if you did not read it, I'd recommend it.

Blake, William. “London.” The Norton Introduction to Literature.10^th ed. Peter Simon.  New York, NY: W.W. Norton & Company, Inc, 2011. 483.

The Phoenix's Lover

My Love, I would carry you upon rainbow wings,
Across the sky through all visible spectrum,
For though I resonate with all color imaginable,
They are merely shades of grey without you.

My Love, if you were to feel the slightest chill,
I would shed all my feather and down.
I’d sacrifice my every ornate plume,
To give you the warmth you bring to my heart.

My Love, if you were ever trapped in the dark,
I’d set myself ablaze for you.
I’d burn myself to nothing but ash,
And rival the very sun, just for you.

My love, I’d do this all for you,
And yet I am heartbroken as ever for you,
For I am damned to being the only one of my kind,
And yet all I want Love, is you.

Way to make me feel bad every time I hear "Mid-Term Break"...

Whilst perusing the poems for this section, I was surpised to see one entitled "Mid Term-Break." The title is admittedly deceptive, and I thought I'd be reading a silly little piece about someone's antics during their break. I was proven wrong in the first line, "I sat all morning in the college sick bay" (Heaney). Right away, you get the feeling that something is wrong, no one spends all day in a health center unless they have to. It already sets the tone as something a little less than mirthful.

And by the beginning of the second stanza, we get a feeling that is going to be a very sad experience for the reader, and the speaker. It starts with "In the porch I met my father crying-" (Heaney), and reading that somewhat jolts one. In countless narratives and stories, the father figure is rigid, stoic figure who does not cry at all unless the situation they're reacting to is of the utmost tragedy. And that's what it signals to the reader, that this is beyond a student simply not feeling well, and it centers around tragic events. This is proven true in the rest of the stanza, where we learn that this is taking place at a funeral, but at the moment, we do not know for who.

Then, the beginning of the third stanza struck me as something so out of place from the rest of the poem. "The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram" (Heaney). This seems to misdirect us from the tone already established, but it could merely be symbolism. Here we have a baby at a funeral, life and death side by side. The child, so innocent, does not know what is going on, and instead finds joy in this new world, while others are rocked by tragedy.

In the fourth stanza, a little more light is shed on the circumstances. We see that "Whispers informed I was the eldest, away at school..." (Heaney), and the curtain is pulled back a little more. We do not know for sure, but casually mentioning the speaker is the eldest means that in context, the events revolve around one of the younger siblings. This would explain the father crying, and the mother's own reaction, "... as mother held my had/ In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs." Yes, next to the father who is so overtaken with grief we have a mother who has not shed a tear. To some she may seem merely impatient and unmoved by the tragic events, but when we see in the context established, she is just the opposite. She cannot shed a tear, because she is too angry with a life and world in which something so precious to her must be taken away.

By the end, we get the full reveal. We see this is about someone who was killed when a car struck him. "He lay in the four foot box as in his cot/ No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear" (Heaney). So now we get a picture of what has happened, and it seems like a freak accident that has rattled a family to it's core. Of course, the final line cements the heartbreak for the reader, "A four foot box, a foot for every year" (Heaney).

Booth, Alison, and Kelly J. Mays. The Norton Introduction to Literature. New York: W.W. Norton &, 2011. Print.