Thursday, March 1, 2012

Mammal Muse Thursday INCLUSION EXCERCISE


Mammal Muse

THE ACADEMIC ASIDE
"Our interest is neither the conflict between the sexes, nor the supposed ambiguity in the poet's presentation. The attempt is to see the feminine and masculine as mutually inclusive. This may account for why we take recourse to the middle path, understanding gender discourse in the poet not in terms of ambiguity, but rather in terms of the effeminate or androgynous quality that constitutes his psychology. With this view then, it becomes appropriate to strike a balance between the female and male gender in the poetic and epistolary expression of the poet."
THE POWER OF NAMING
The following Inclusion by edit is not meant to exclude Keats, nor to be politically correct, only to include myself--an exercise in perception, which by illustration states, that any gender, standing in for the object, becomes the object in question.  Humanity (generic) is male and female.  Now and then, it is useful to demonstrate that fact, since it's so easy to forget.  Language itself is divided into male and female words, attributes assigned a masculine or feminine designation according to observation of animal behavior, or cultural designation.  Consider this French example:

"La Lune" & "Le Sol"
He's the Sun in the morning,
She's the moon at night - a reflection,
a mirror - not a source of light.
If naming implies claiming,
I'm claiming this poem's message,
though not it's form, it's rhyme or authorship:

THE HUMAN SEASON

by John Keats
(altered by Ms.)
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of woman:
She has her lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:

She
has her Summer, when luxuriously
Spring's honeyed cud of youthful thought she loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto Heaven: quiet coves

Her
soul has in its Autumn, when her wings
She furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness—to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook:—

She
has her Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else she would forego her mortal nature.
 

TRY THE EXERCISE YOURSELF
with this poem
 by one of Keats contemporaries:
 
A MOTHER TO HER WAKING INFANT
by Joanna Baille

1 comment:

Ms. said...

ZERO COMMENTS? Hmmmmmmm.