ROCKING THE BUTTONS BOX
THE BOOK
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TENDER
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OBJECTS
THE SUBPOEM
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A
CHAIR: NUMBER 18
STANZAS..............................-
9
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256
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CLANDESTINE & MOURNFUL
A CHAIR.
A widow in a wise veil and more
garments shows that shadows are even. It addresses no more, it shadows the
stage and learning. A regular arrangement, the severest and the most preserved
is that which has the arrangement not more than always authorised.
A suitable establishment, well housed,
practical, patient and staring, a suitable bedding, very suitable and not more
particularly than complaining, anything suitable is so necessary.
A fact is that when the direction is
just like that, no more, longer, sudden and at the same time not any sofa, the
main action is that without a blaming there is no custody.
Practice measurement, practice the sign
that means that really means a necessary betrayal, in showing that there is
wearing.
Hope, what is a spectacle, a spectacle
is the resemblance between the circular side place and nothing else, nothing
else.
To choose it is ended, it is actual and
more than that it has it certainly has the same treat, and a seat all that is
practiced and more easily much more easily ordinarily.
Pick a barn, a whole barn, and bend
more slender accents than have ever been necessary, shine in the darkness
necessarily.
Actually not aching, actually not
aching, a stubborn bloom is so artificial and even more than that, it is a
spectacle, it is a binding accident, it is animosity and accentuation.
If the chance to dirty diminishing is
necessary, if it is why is there no complexion, why is there no rubbing, why is
there no special protection.
Dear Reader,
like going to a religious service, this trip through stanza 8 and beyond will
require much respectful standing.
STANZA 8: OF
CANTILLATION AND MEMORIALS
Actually not aching, actually not
aching, a stubborn bloom is so artificial and even more than that, it is a
spectacle, it is a binding accident, it is animosity and accentuation
Declaring
there were several layers to this stanza, Eleanor Smagarinsky began with
metapoetics (NB: Except for inserted bracketed commentary, this is what Eleanor
commented):
#1
The sound of
it:
actually
aching
actually
aching
spectacle
accident
accentuation
These words
sound like they are genetically related.
#2
ACTUALLY -
in fact/really, but also can refer to the unexpected nature of said reality.
Death is as
real as life, or is it? What is our reality? And is an ache real?
ACHING - may
refer to either the physical or emotional, or both. Are they actually
different?
ACTUALLY NOT
ACHING - Note that this is a negative. Emphasis is on the surprising fact
of NOT really aching. But who is the subject of this phrase? The dead person,
perhaps, who is no longer in pain, or perhaps.... no longer able to feel
anything— both physical and emotional. The mourner, perhaps, who is
experiencing the first shock of the death of a loved one and is numb both
physically and emotionally, and is surprised or shocked by it. Or maybe the
mourner is proclaiming this as a positive, revolting against the preconceived
notions of mourning, perhaps the mourner is not aching, but feeling something
else... as yet intangible/unwritten?
This phrase is
repeated twice. This is important.
#3
STUBBORN -
unreasonably
or justifiably resolute
difficult to
treat
lasting
BLOOM-
So many
variations on a theme, each of them applicable, each of them one layer of this
complex word.
The bloomery was the one that
hit me hardest when I discovered it.
[A bloomery is a type
of furnace once widely used for smelting
iron from its oxides.
The bloomery was the earliest form of smelter capable of smelting iron. A
bloomery's product is a porous mass of iron and slag called a bloom. This
mix of slag and iron in the bloom is termed sponge iron,
which is usually consolidated (shingled)
and further forged into wrought iron.
The bloomery has now largely been superseded by the blast furnace, which
produces pig iron.]
#4
From this
point on, the "stubborn bloom" is the subject, the absolute focus of
the rest of the stanza. Stein will now attempt to describe exactly what this
stubborn bloom means to her.
Whether it's
the flush of life on a cheek, a delicate flower growing between the
gravestones, red-hot wrought iron, a powdery surface coating, a time of growth
and beauty, a discolouration, a state of high achievement etc. These are all to
be included in the following phrases, but the phrases will move us forward to
uncharted territories.
#5
ARTIFICIAL -
fake, simulated, man-made, synthetic, insincere, affected.
Note that
ART is in ARTIFICIAL, there is meta here. Stein is struggling towards a new way
of capturing/expressing death through her art.
And here she
is definitely struggling:
"and
even more than that..."
"it
is... it is... it is... and..."
One word/one
phrase will not suffice. She is adding more layers of meaning and showing her
method as she forges her way.
There is also ARTIFICE
in ARTIFICIAL. I believe that artifice is Stein's enemy, which (after being
worked in the forge) becomes a true friend. Keep this in mind for later, when
we will come across ANIMOSITY.
#6
SPECTACLE -
a visually striking display or performance. A show. An object of curiosity or
contempt. Dramatic public display. Eye-catching. Exhibited as unusual, notable
or entertaining.
Why have these
people come to the funeral? Did they come for the person, or for the show? But
a person, when still alive, IS the show. No?
#7
BINDING -
a promise /
agreement (legally binding)
a narrow
fabric used to finish raw edges
imposing an
obligation
But this is
the one that resonates most for me:
A CASE-BOUND
BOOK --- (a coffin-bound body)
case
cloth
board
joint
head
liner
endpaper
shoulder
joint
super or
crash
signatures
#8
ACCIDENT-
lack of intention or necessity, chance (not murder?), unexpected &
medically important event, an unfortunate event resulting from carelessness.
But also the more subtle:
"a
nonessential property or quality of an entity or circumstance" e.g. 'the
accident of nationality'.
#9
ANIMOSITY
What is the
opposite of FRIENDSHIP?
Hmm....
If you Google
"the opposite of love" you get that more horrendous of clichés (I
have a very sensitive gag reflex to clichés, so please excuse me) - "The
opposite of love is not hate, it is indifference", ugh. As if anyone could
possibly believe such silliness. Indifference is really code for "feelings
that are hidden", but that's just my opinion.... yep.... moving right
along here....
But in the
case of ANIMOSITY, as it is used here in this stanza, I think Stein is truly
powering ahead with a complex definition of friendship, and the effect a death
has on the friendship, as felt/viewed/expressed by the surviving friend. The
mourner feels illogical animosity towards the dead friend (this is often the
case... I have a friend who's a social worker and she has mentioned this
phenomenon to me) for abandonment, or any number of other personal issues, I
suppose. Also, there's the animosity the mourner feels towards everyone else,
in general, because none of them can possibly understand her own sense of loss,
her own deep sadness.
Now, let us
complete the circle and find ourselves not at all where we began (tip of the
hat there to Mr. J Zuzga [ModPo Teaching Assistant] who first used that phrase when teaching Stein to me).
So we scroll back up to the comment box (#5) containing ARTIFICE (and we
realise that Stein has indeed taken the cliché and turned it around and brought
it back full circle. Friendship develops into animosity, but the animosity does
not negate the friendship, in this case—it is a healthy/living symptom of the
friendship.
[Allan
remarked: “Binding the stubborn bloom of an accidental wound given in
animosity.”]
#10
ACCENTUATION
- making something more noticeable, emphasis on a specific feature.
So
animosity, in this case, accentuates the friendship/love. But wait, let's go
back to check what the subject is here. What is IT?
IT is the
STUBBORN BLOOM, in all its layers of meanings and associations and sounds and
colours.
BBB
The three
repeated letters even look like a stubborn bloom.
ACCENT is in
ACCENTUATION -- and this points again to a meta-poetic reading:
ACCENT - a
distinctive mode of pronunciation of a language, a distinct emphasis given to a
word or syllable in speech by stress or pitch.
And here we
are, in what is 'actually' Stein's warm embrace of a newly forged language,
which may truly comfort us in our time of need. But wait, cliché alert, cliché
alert, cliché alert:
How easy it
is to give lip-service to the idea that Stein's language is wondrous, special, life-affirming. Gag reflex, ugh.
It's time to
take a stand—if I really feel that it's all about the ACCENTUATION then I have
to say loud and clear that it is about the SPOKEN WORD and not the written
word. Well... it's always about the written word, of course, but it's equally
if not more so about the spoken. And we all gather 'round and marvel at the
'sounds' of the words Stein uses, and yet - practically nobody is actually
SPEAKING the words.
Accentuation,
you see, reminds me of something very specific:
[Here, Steiny
asked Eleanor to say more about cantillation. Additionally, she said, “Also it
occurs to me with your isolation of the A words that all of them are
articulated with the mouth open and come out sounding like aching cries. And
surely with all the imagery or trappings of death and mourning the accentuation
is this kind of cantillation, no?”]
#11
[Eleanor
provided this video on cantillation:
and then this remarkable
sound recording of Eleanor singing/cantillating stanza 8 of “A Chair.”
[Dear Reader, Eleanor's contillation is a must hear recording.]
FROM META
COMES VEILED ALLUSION
Typically,
Stein scholars say that Stein did not use literary allusions or touch upon the
past commemorating historical events because her emphasis was the present
moment, the effort to open the window of what is now. However, Stein lived in
her time by reading profusely and widely. The American Civil War made a large
impression on her and many think her early years in Baltimore where she could
have seen soldiers moving about made a big impression on her.
What suddenly
occured to Steiny, actually coming at her like a ton of bricks—how could she
have failed to mention this earlier?—is that Stein references Walt Whitman’s poem “When
Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d.” The word bloom suddenly made that clear.
1
When lilacs
last in the dooryard bloom’d,
And the
great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,
I mourn’d,
and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Ever-returning
spring, trinity sure to me you bring,
Lilac
blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,
And thought
of him I love.
This is Whitman’s love poem
for mankind, for the great liberator of men Lincoln. Perhaps Gertrude who was
in love with Alice was also mourning the loss of her brother because he had
been her helpmate through her childhood, her transition to undergraduate school
at Harvard, and after her devastating love affair with May Bookstaver.
Other words in Whitman’s
tribute to Lincoln reinforce such objects as barn and veiled women:
3
In the
dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash’d palings,
Stands the
lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green
…
6
Coffin that
passes through lanes and streets,
Through day
and night with the great cloud darkening the land,
With the
pomp of the inloop’d flags with the cities draped in black,
With the
show of the States themselves as of crape-veil’d women standing,
With
processions long and winding and the flambeaus of the night,
With the
countless torches lit, with the silent sea of faces and the unbared heads,
With the
waiting depot, the arriving coffin, and the sombre faces,
With dirges
through the night, with the thousand voices rising strong and solemn,
With all the
mournful voices of the dirges pour’d around the coffin,
The dim-lit
churches and the shuddering organs—where amid these you journey,
With the
tolling tolling bells’ perpetual clang,
Here, coffin
that slowly passes,
I give you my
sprig of lilac.
And also there is the
singing:
9
Sing on there in the swamp,
O singer bashful and tender, I hear your
notes, I hear your call,
I hear, I
come presently, I understand you,
14
...
And the
singer so shy to the rest receiv’d me,
The
gray-brown bird I know receiv’d us comrades three,
And he sang
the carol of death, and a verse for him I love.
In addition, this tie to
Whitman’s love poem of mankind made Steiny go back to stanza 1 of “A Chair.”
with fresh attention to read it this way:
A widow in a wise veil and more
garments shows that shadows are even. [Shadows might be dead or living people who have been oppressed,
as in the population of Africans brought to America to be slaves working American
agricultural fields, etc.] It addresses
no more, [President Lincoln makes no more speeches, such as The Gettysburg Address] it shadows the stage and learning. [The
assassination of Lincoln put a pall on ever using Ford’s Theatre as a place of
amusement and because of various
threats, John T. Ford ended up
selling the building to the U. S. government. After Lincoln’s death the rights
of Blacks were curtailed, including government support for education.] A regular arrangement, the severest and
the most preserved is that which has the arrangement not more than always
authorised.
For years after Lincoln’s
assassination the American public continued to support proper commemoration for
this president. Support for the great Lincoln Memorial in
Washington, DC, had a rough ride through Congress. The first five bills,
starting in 1901, were defeated but finally in December 1910, the bill passed
and by 1913 Congress approved choice of design and location. Of course this
news puts it right in the timeframe of when Stein wrote this section of Tender Buttons. And how is the statue of
Lincoln presented in this memorial? Well, seated in a chair on a pedestal!
So, Dear Reader, it is through Eleanor’s meta
exploration, Steiny saw Stein’s veiled pointing to Whitman’s love poem to mankind
and the fallen 16th president of the United States as well as the
connection to the creation of the Lincoln Memorial where one of our greatest
leaders sits perpetually in a great big chair.
1 comment:
The connection with Whitman's poem is utterly incredible. What a THRILLING discovery, Karren!!
Also, look at that huge chair on which Lincoln is sitting...of course. Superb.
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