Freedom.

Different choices of chain.

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Unearthing Gothic Literature, Part 6, The Byronic Hero

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‘The Devil incarnate or a misunderstood man?’

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"Man's greatest tragedy is that he can conceive of a perfection which he cannot attain". (Byron 1788-1824)

To put it simply, a Byronic hero (Named after poet and rogue Lord Byron) is a character who generally behaves as a complete and utter b*****d and yet he is romanticised in the story.

Byron’s poem Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage was the first of Byron’s poems to contain the Byronic hero. It appeared between 1812 and 1818 and is self- referential. The character muses on life and seeks pleasure from foreign lands. He is melancholy, disillusioned and discontent.

Good examples of Byronic heroes in gothic fiction include Heathcliff and Dorian Gray. Both have flaws in their character, Dorian’s fear of losing his looks lead him to a life of sinful pleasure whilst Heathcliff’s desire for the love of Cathy lead to wicked deeds.

Typical traits of so –called Byronic heroes include moodiness, arrogance and depressiveness. They struggle to fulfil social norms and are often outcasts with troubled childhoods. They have difficulty with constancy. Selfish intentions may lead the ‘hero’ into trouble.

To their credit they are passionate, resourceful, adaptable and of high intellect and perception. Byronic heroes are also mysteriously magnetic, seductive and sexually powerful. They are often the subject of much obsession. Both Lord Henry and Basil Hallward in Wilde’s Picture of Dorian Gray become entranced and infatuated with Dorian, as Cathy falls for Byronic Heathcliff, the gypsy outsider in Wuthering Heights. It may be of some worth to note that Dorian Gray attracted male admirers at a time when homosexuality was forbidden.

Such characters may exist in Gothic to demonstrate desire for immorality in a Victorian society. Bronte’s Edgar Linton was a perfectly worthy male suitor and yet Catherine’s desires are torn between Linton and Heathcliff. One the well- mannered English gentleman, the other an immoral rogue. (See also the dichotomy of lust and virtue).



Unearthing Gothic Literature Part 5, Split Personalities & Masking the Dark Side

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Gothic fiction features some perfect examples of split personalities and doubles, but what is their significance in the genre?

Dichotomy of lust and virtue

Dorian Gray is a man living a criminal and immoral existence indulging in London drug dens and orgies whilst also attempting to be perceived as a model of society. The two parts of his personality are in conflict with one another. Desire versus moral standing. In Victorian society there was a belief that immoral criminal acts were only performed by the low classes and thus Dorian inhabits and closes the divide between the upper and lower classes.

Picture of Dorian Gray exhibits a subtle example of the conflict between righteous living and repressed desires. Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson is the more obvious choice of text. Mr Hyde is seen trampling a young girl to death which he then holds his alter ego, Mr Jekyll, responsible. Hyde was an interesting choice of names for the villain who hides within the respectable gentleman Jekyll.

Such works could be said to demonstrate need of an outlet for sexual behaviour in a hypocritical 19^th Century society that considered itself pure.

Gothic texts also encompass shape shifting human/ beast transformations to represent the savage desires within us. Human by day, beast by night!

Unearthing Gothic Part 4, Religion

Wandering Jew

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Anti-Catholicism

Anti-Catholicism was certainly a sentiment in gothic fiction. As I have discussed in Part One of this series, The Graveyard Poets reacted against the Catholic teachings of St Augustin (whereby self-indulgence was frowned upon.)

Later gothic texts raised the issue of the morally corrupt Catholic through their depiction of sinful clergy (Friars, Monks, Nuns and so forth). Horace Walpole’s character Friar Jerome has a son called Theodore whom the reader realises was conceived by failing to observe his vow of chastity!  In The Monk by Andrew Lewis, there is a bleeding nun who was killed by her lover, symbolising the negative views towards immoral living and breaking of sacred vows.

Anti-Semitism

The Wandering Jew appears in several gothic texts i.e. The Melmouth Wanderer and The Monk, symbolising a man who has taunted Jesus and must remain wandering the earth until the second coming of Christ. The Wandering Jew may thus consider himself both punished and alienated. He haunts and represents anti-Semitism in Gothic writings.

The Spanish Inquisition.

Gothic fiction also deals with the subject of the Spanish Inquisition. Many Gothic texts were located in Spain or Italy, such places as represented the Roman Catholic Institution.

The Pit and the Pendulum by Edgar Allen Poe is the story of a tormented prisoner at the time of the Spanish Inquisition. The story is not historically precise; however it deals with the horror and psychological terror of torture.

Unearthing Gothic Part 3, Mental Disorders

Throughout Gothic fiction you will find numerous examples of characters with mental disorders, many of them written at a time when little was known about such conditions. Perhaps part of the attraction to works on the malfunctioning of the mind had to do with curiosity of a subject which was mysterious.

Feminist readings

A feminist reading into the theme of ‘madness’ in Gothic Lit might establish that the inability to be in control of one’s mind leaves the character powerless. Madness was then a device for depicting the powerlessness of women to men in male dominated society.

However, not all characters indicating mental disorders in Gothic are female. (see Roderick Usher in Poe’s The fall of the House of Usher or the narrator in Poe’s Telltale Heart who becomes obsessed with the old man’s eye.

Female characters exhibiting what was often termed as ‘hysteria’ were generally locked away in attics etc. so that they could be contained. It is the case in The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman published in The New England Magazine in 1892. The woman’s husband keeps her shut away in one room of the house as he claims that she is suffering from. He is himself a physician and therefore an authority on the subject of course!

‘A slight hysterical tendency,’ he says.

Shut away from the world and with no stimuli, she begins to obsess over the yellow wallpaper and eventually begins to see women behind it. She sees herself as one of these women. When the rental of the house is up she refuses to leave as she is afraid of the outside world and has developed an attachment to her yellow surroundings as a bird that has become cage bound even when it is allowed to fly. If reading this from a feminist angle then man has the power to control.

Then there is the intermingling of reality and delusion, just as Oates’ Goat Girl is an intermingling of animal and human, so does the women in this story become a blending into yellow wallpaper. The confines of domesticity if you like!

Aside from this there is this human fascination with the mind which I have discussed above. Much of the genre of horror is based on psychological fear of the unknown as opposed to blood guts and gore.

In Poe’s Fall of the House of Usher Roderick calls upon his old friend to comfort him from his suffering of malady which in today would be termed hypochondria, hyperesthesia and nervous anxiety! His sister is also suffering from some unknown illness and frequently enters trance like states. She would nowadays be described as cataleptic. A condition whereby the patient often suffers symptoms such as rigidity of the body, fixed limbs, and a slowing down of all body functions. A scientific explanation for her illness is much less alarming than the mysterious description in the text. The Victorians just loved to be frightened by such things.





The Dark Window

Mr Pepper's Toyshop is closed and the children have gone
The sign that might under closer inspection say 'vacancies'
reads 'care! wet paint.'
Black Beauty unridden,  dapple grey with dust
Pinochio lies still  from knotted strings
unoiled Professor Yaffle no longer reads
nor springs for rust.

Genie

I am the genie of love,

you have had all your wishes

and I will not go back inside my lamp.

Gothic Literature Part 2 - The Grotesque

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'Ladies and gentlemen, why have you come here? to be delighted...or disgusted?'

The word grotesque comes from Italian grotte or cave.  Such places were filled with various rocks, animals and vegetation and therefore the term grottechi, or as we would say grotesque came into literature to describe the combining of human, beast and vegetable elements.

There are many fine examples of grotesque characters throughout Gothic Literature, a genre which delightfully indulges in anything sickening, horrific and repulsive.  However grotesque in Literature is a hard adjective to define. Here are some of my thoughts.

Animal, vegetable, human intermingling

Take Joyce Oates Secret Observations on The Goat Girl. Here is a character who is seen as grotesque because she inhabits the third space, undefined as goat or human. However although the reader finds her disgusting, we can also empathize with the poor creature who is rejected by the family. Both disgust and empathy are factors which characterize the grotesque.

Then there is Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein, born of a human creator he is so grotesque that he is unable to fit into society. Frankenstein’s physical deformities induce negative responses in the reader, that of horror, repulsion and rejection. Such feelings were considered the appropriate responses to arts and architecture that did not conform to the neoclassical ideals of harmony, unification and order.

The grotesque was also used by Shelly as a vehicle to warn against the dangers of attempting to play God and dabble in experimental science.

The attraction of the grotesque

Grotesque characters spark interest. It seems the reader is attracted, fascinated by them and we find intrigue and enjoyment in reading about characters who are deformed. In Victorian times fair goers could pay to see the Elephant Man or some other unfortunate deformed human being. The grotesque in literature is then an extension of our delight and disgust with anything a bit inappropriate!

The grotesque is not specific to Gothic Literature. Other characters who would classify as grotesque are Gollum in Lord of The Rings who is both repulsive in appearance and behaviour but also pitiable. He is ‘outcasted’ from society by the power of the ring.  Gollum also encompasses mental illness as a clearly paranoid schizophrenic. Interestingly we also find the character comical, he only has to utter the words ‘hobbitses’ or prance about on all fours singing to himself to make us laugh. Comedy is another aspect of the grotesque.

The grotesque in Children’s Literature.

Lewis Carroll’s characters in Alice in Wonderland take on the uncanny aspect of the grotesque. However they were not made disturbing enough as to be unsuitable for a child audience.

Unearthing Gothic Part 1 - The Graveyard School

The Graveyard School of poets was in existence between 1740 and 1780. Famous poets included Rebert Blair, William Cowper, Edward Young and Thomas Gray.

The genre focussed on emotional responses to death, nostalgia and contemplation of human mortality. The poems written were Elegies and often contained a mourning strain. Such works also examined death as a transition.

Typical contents of Graveyard Poetry included:

·         Tombs

·         Graveyards

·         Churchyards

·         Funerals

·         Memorials

It is thought that these poems were written in opposition to the Augustin teachings of decorum and the sinful nature of anything piteous.

A well- known example of a work by a Graveyard Poet is Thomas Gray’s Elegy Written in a Church Courtyard which was penned in 1743 and contemplates the deaths of villagers.

‘The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day…’

The work ‘knell’ would be used in association with funerals and thus the end of the day and the returning home are tropes for death or perhaps transcendence.

The poem was written by Gray following the death of a fellow poet and published in 1751. Although it is considered a famous example of The Graveyard Poets, Penguin Dictionary of Literary Terms & Literary Theory argue that it should not be classed as such because it ‘transends its limitations’.

You may also like to consider Edward Young’s Night Thoughts written in 1745 mulling over the death of old friends and mortality as a human condition. The work is a lengthy poem written upon nine days. It is also known as The Complaint.

Whatever our views on the Graveyard Poets, they were responsible for paving  the way for the Gothic Literary scene!

Rags and bones.

‘Any scrap iron,

any crap iron.’

The male voice penetrates the tenement.

Tin Man delves in his pocket

for the rogue trader

selling heart.

Wish Horses

Like magi, following a star

A spiritual journey

on black ponies,

Searching for  Shambhala

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The Special Bear

Do you want another go?
My pockets clinked with twenty pees.
The bear looked up at me and smiled,
his paws upon on his knees.

I've got one ugly manufactured toy
that lies and looks at me
with one glass eye
and squeezed it utters
some profanity.

'Dear Bear  these metal claws won’t hold you
nor support your weight
before the closing of the fair
to stay here is your fate.

No, I'll save my twenty pees 
for a diff'rent money spinner
the rifle shoot
or fishing net
where every one's a winner.’

'But what have you to gain..’
said Bear
‘from hoarding artificial plastic crap?
see my ears are velveteen
I'll sit upon your lap.'

'Come on you
 take another chance....
and maybe I'll be yours
who wants a plastic submarine
when I've got velvet paws?'

I see the couple arm in arm,
they haven't got a care,
I want to ask them how it was
each bagged a special bear.

The one with hearts,
excited eyes,
silk jackets,
black bow ties.
The one without the vulgar laugh
or wind up children's song.
The one that's almost gone....

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Snail

Snail

made self-sufficiency an art,

carrying his home

wherever he goes.

He is slow,

so that  taken  into consideration

he can stop for the night

in his own trailer.

Earthy brown for camouflage

he blends in easily

peeping out his antennae

exposing only the smallest part to see.

A hungry  song thrush

is  on a fence.

Beady eyes

look all around

ready to swoop down

smash the snail on his anville

and leave an empty shell.

Shoot the birds

Curse the birds! their chorus shrill

that signal  beyond my window sill

an upturned piano with broken keys

a morning concerto for anarchy.

Savour the darkness

the quietness of night

with blackness of velvet

shut out the light.

Stop the clocks

rewind the hours

that herald  the sun

and open the flowers.

Close the curtains,

dissemble the day

and here in darkness

forever I’ll stay.

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Ode to a Sunflower

Two sunflowers with baby leaves

happy side by side in June

upon the patio enjoyed the sun

I hoped one day they’d bloom.

The summer sun was bright and hot

it parched the summer lawns,

one sunflower grew tall

the other seemed to fade a little

and lean against the wall.

It could have been her partner’s shadow

shielding her from light,

or was it his insatiable thirst

to drink up every drop in sight?

In ‘Sunflower World’ he was the champ

a handsome tall young thing

but all the goodness meant for two

was filling into him.

You cannot call it selfishness

for God made sunflowers right

and for the survival of the fittest

there must often be a fight.

The heat, without enough to drink

tipped Mrs. to one side.

Glossy leaves turned sunset yellow,

she was burning up inside.

Self-immolated on the wall

no flowers will she provide.

It was for him

and him alone

she lived

and suffered

died.

Lighthouse

Lighthouse,

battered by winds,

worn by  tides.

Many a great storm you have seen,

which makes my little knowledge of the sea

seem insignificant

Somehow.

When the storm clouds gather

I am afraid

But you are never far.

My coastguard,

preventer of darkness,

passage of light.

Constant as constellations.

My North Star.

Through all the nights,

of my life here

You have never dimmed.

Funeral

Take him to the wood,

scatter beneath a tree.

Ashes to ashes.

Chemical Storm

Magnets too close to my compass scrambled north.

No pail for bailing,

sinking

flailing.

Engine flooded.

Troubled thoughts that whistle round like the wind.

Drowned sign saying,

‘Keep this way up!’

Dampened flares,

no call of Mayday,

SOS

No! -

Batten down the hatches

for fear to drown the crew.

I will sail through

to sunset and calm water

dry out the sails and

approach the harbour light

afloat.

Kabukicho

Maneki Niko in gaudy colours

beckons from her shop.

A red flower choker adorns her neck

and on it a little bell.

Right paw raised

she wishes all,

‘good fortune!’

In return the tourist

fills her up with gold.

Oil Slick

Along the esplanade

with  bucket and spade,

sandcastles to build on the beach.

Tourist tat,

‘dingie’s’ and ‘hats.’

‘Union jacks twenty pence each.’

The oil tanker aground

shed its blood all around

Black treacle, an impossible glue.

Strong Smelling,

soon  gelling

to my clothes and the sole of my shoe.

Flightless, lifeless now the gull,

Its plumage black as gall.

‘Don’t touch it dear,’

‘Don’t get too near’

 ‘Job for a professional!’

The conservationist

in blackened yellow

waders, plastic gloves,

scours the beach with empty container

for the wildlife that he loves.

Where shingle meets sand,

he comes to stand,

gazes the horizon, so sad

I watch him cry,

and wish that I

Could help him work it out.

He too an earthbound, flightless gull,

What shipwreck cost him buoyancy?

Once content to float upon the tide,

Now at the mercy of the sea.

Avarice

For Karen Freeman

With padded foot and baited breath

into the dragon’s lair

he spied the gleaming golden trinkets

which were hidden there.

He found a bracelet -

solid gold

then gleefully did go,

too big it was for on his wrist

so forced to the elbow.

The bracelet lose upon his wrist

is tight upon his arm,

a raindrop pool reflects his face

he hollers with alarm.

There before his greedy eyes

green scales and dragon’s snout,

sharp fangs and claws and leather wings.

He prances all about.

Rain and tears on the mountain top,

fire breather sleeps alone,

constricted vessels causing pain

he begins an eerie moan.

His conscience came at dead of night

and woke him in the end.

‘Eustace, useless, greedy, reckless

Who wants a dragon for a friend?’

It often makes me wonder now

when spoilt kids get toys,

how many boys turn dragon?

and dragon little boys?

All The Pretty Butterflies

I chased that darling butterfly

one summer afternoon,

its purple vestments gossamer,

just hatched from its cocoon.

It flitted past the window

just beyond the Birches tall,

a jewel for my collection

to mount upon the wall.

The other pretty butterflies

were none as nice as that.

She was my perfect heroine,

she was my Penny Black.

The hours I spent to get her,

tempting her with nectar,

trying to detect her.

She filled me with such great desire

I crept up quietly

then caught her with an outstretched hand

and took her home with me.

And now she sits upon the wall,

she’s dusty, grey and old.

I’ll take her to an auctioneer

and watch her being sold.

The Jester's Tomb Part II

The jester’s bells jingled,

swords clashed in the air.

The Princess ran forward

face pale, in despair.

‘Stop this foolish nonsense!’

She arose from her bed,

but the jester lost focus

and a sword smote his head.

‘Call the grave digger,’

said the cad with a grin

and with a click of his fingers

the mortician walked in.

‘That’s the end of the joker,’

said the man with a spit.

‘No longer to charm you

with his foolish dull wit.’

‘Grow some sense you

young lady,’

he said bending down.

‘You are much too old

to be amused by a clown.’

‘He was trying to cheer me!’

The poor princess cried.

‘Well forget about him,

Now I’ll make you my bride.’

The Jester's Tomb Part I

Here lies the jester,

near to the Princess.

The provision of humour

his attempts at success.

While the Princess was tearful

he would put on a play,

to bring back her smile

and chase her demons away.

His chances for love

taken through her applause.

Apple of his eye,

a no worthier cause.

While the Princess did weep

and pine for her man,

the jester made merry

upon one man band.

He sang of a young man,

a bit of a tease,

a charmer with good looks

who could talk birds out of trees.

A loyal young suitor

as many would tell,

but his true personality

he did conceal well.

Would be Prince and court drunkard,

a wastrel with gout.

A villain, a swindler

and aggressive no doubt.

They weren’t long alone

when this man sidled in,

smelling of roses

(and subtly of gin)

‘Why are you with the Princess?’

‘Sir I was called on to cheer.’

The cad toppled forward with a terrible leer.

His face red with anger,

he fell all about

‘You blackguard I’ll give you something

you will laugh about.’

‘Come then,’ said the Jester

taking a bow.

‘and for the hand of the Princess,

I’ll dual you now.’

‘Very well,’ said the tyrant.

His blade shone in the gloom.

‘But what would a Princess

See in such a buffoon?’…

Reality's Clock is Ticking...

Eyes across the bar meet mine,

with rose tinted spectacles they shine.

I am special

now.

Under my clothes I am an hour glass

sifting.

How long?

How long is it fun?

Zippers, buttons, hooks and eyes.

‘Want me always.’

Passion screams,

hearts

anticipate goodbyes.

Here today and gone tomorrow.

Two for joy

and

one for sorrow.

Beg,

steal,

or

borrow.

The lie to seduce,

the birth of the excuse.

The ‘how are you?’

The ‘who are we?’

The silence speaking at a party.

The joker with a crystal tear,

the conscience in the ear.

‘Go!

Go now!

Leave no glass slipper,

no trace behind

for some discontented

Prince to find.

Take your carriage,

The clock has struck.

Leave the insatiable

to chase their rainbows,

chance their luck.’

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