Analytical Observations - part I
Lazy'There's enough rat poison for us all...'
I should be dead, so should we all. The crumbling façade of self involves the acceptance of death, as beautiful. He does not shrink from that, rather it is celebrated as a painting,
awash in red and black. The brushstrokes create the backdrop for the invention of a new birth, wherein the Author begins a new life free from the guilt which drove him to the act. There is no guilt in the action committed but rather a release from the strictures which have bound him in this society. He is released from interaction with individuals to whom he owes nothing but is forced to interact. Through the act carried out in this
poem he declares his freedom from the norms which have limited him.
“but her throat was full of cockroach eggs”. In this line we see the first indication of the poems switch from individual act to general condemnation of society as a whole. The
Author equates the victim to the mother of all that is foul, using the metaphor of eggs as a medium through which all of society would be born, in his action he has stopped this. Not only murder then, but abortion, the killing of the foul society of boundary and bondage to which the Author feels trapped. Not only then, has he killed a personal problem, he has slain an Earth mother, and he salivates at the prospect.
“ i told her about the milkman who looks
like a weasel and quietly fantasizes
about slowly pushing his letter opener into my spine”
In these Line he justifies his actions on a personal level, perhaps as paranoid delusion perhaps not, as it is not that important where his jealousy has come from,it is enough that it exists, and serves as the basis for his rationale. In the final analysis, his action is irrational at least to that society which he is attempting to destroy, and which in his mind she represents. The reader is given no glimpse in the life of this individual, this
allusion to an apparent jealousy is the only view that is given of anything outside of the action itself which would allude to the life of both he and his victim. It must be assumed
from other fragments just what he or she was like. It must be assumed, that he had an emotional upheaval, that she did not live up to his expectations, that he was violent and
possessed of the ability to commit this action.
The evidence of their life is meager as given by the poem. He has a pistol, a shotgun. He has a tv. We might assume that it was country setting as the only sound was that of high tension wires. He had razor blades, but perhaps no electric razor, a preference, given what we know of personality, perhaps so. There are no pets mentioned. They can be distractions
in this sort of action and are often mentioned, if only to say they were also killed. The milkman implies a delivery of some sort, but we are given really no indication that this so,
nor are we even certain that he is actually a milkman as his preferred method of mayhem would have been a letter opener, certainly an incongruous weapon for a milkman, and as
such jangles on the nerves, and we are left with the impression that actually he was something other than a milkman. We are left with nothing much, however to determine the social strata
or the individual makeup of the individuals involved, and this is only important in the sense that we are left wanting as to the actual why and who, which we encounter in this poem.
“i told her about the president
possessed by the devil and a lust for dead boys’
In these lines, which he addresses to the victim we see this condemnation of the society in which
he lives. His anger at the actions of the system which surrounds him, and his own denial, that such actions as he has just committed are those of a madman. He is the one who is sane,
everything else is a dream,
"i ate a snickers bar for lunch
that was full of razorblades
and washed it down with contamination and tap water
it's slowly eating my insides”
Which leads us to his own demise, as he knows he cannot kill it all, but he can rid the world of himself, as he is no better than the rest, and the rest as we shall shortly see must also be obliterated.
He realizes that this society which he abhors will shortly come to subject him to indignities which he
cannot face, that would contaminate his action in this murder which he has just committed. It would ruin the purity of the act to be forced into their antiseptic world to answer for a crime of which he has absolutely no regret.
“we're dead
the locust swarm from open mouths that sing
THY KINGDOM COME
the shotgun's warm
the room is red
the sky is always gray
and underneath
the godless gray
a billion corpses pray
'There's enough rat poison for us all...“
In these lines the narrator concludes his poem, his celebration. “we’re dead”, indicates not only the
death of he and his victim but his belief that everyone around is also dead. The next line is a reinforcement of that ideal, as the locusts spring out and the celebration of a universal life in death
begins. The world empty and gray, “come join me”, he says, as he feels the alienation from all the souls around him. He invites them all to join him, as of course, the society which he abhors has
produced enough rat poison to enable everyone to die in an apocalyptic orgasm of death.
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I am planning on doing a few more of these, barring any un-forseen negative reactions of course..
yes people, its 2009.. should be good
I hope all is well with whomever should read this, take care and be well..
Christian
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