Bloom's Literary Themes - ymerleksi - home
Bloom's Literary Themes - ymerleksi - home
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206<br />
The Poetry of Anne Sexton<br />
<strong>home</strong>. The domesticity suggested by the kitchen implies that here, in<br />
this most ordinary and yet formally ritualized room, the most extraordinary<br />
human truths will emerge, in the midst of simple converse<br />
about the everyday matters of commonplace lives. In this respect, the<br />
kitchen and the asylum are perhaps closely related. Neither is Thebes<br />
or Corinth, but either may be the crossroads at which one kills one’s<br />
father, or the ceremonial place in which one marries one’s mother.<br />
And if you turn away<br />
because there is no lesson here<br />
I will hold my awkward bowl,<br />
with all its cracked stars shining<br />
like a complicated lie,<br />
and fasten a new skin around it<br />
as if I were dressing an orange<br />
or a strange sun.<br />
It is on this passage that Middlebrook bases her contention that<br />
tapping the head “produces ‘stars,’ signs radiant with significance,<br />
uniting sufferer and beholder despite the ‘glass bowl’ that shuts them<br />
off from other forms of contact.” 13 To that insight, I would add that<br />
the cracked stars resulting from tapping the bowl are yet another<br />
reflection of the cracked mirror in the asylum, that we all, in kitchens<br />
or madhouses, aim toward the same general human truths that shine<br />
differently in different lives. The speaker, under the critical scrutiny<br />
of the one who has “turned away,” must hold her bowl awkwardly,<br />
partially disarmed by the withdrawal of an invited commonality. The<br />
cracked stars shine “like a complicated lie,” Sexton’s acknowledgement<br />
that we each create our own story, are trapped within our own<br />
private perspectives in which we style and shape a truth that has as<br />
much of the necessary lie as of authenticity; the lie is “complicated”<br />
by our complicity in the egotistical desire to make ourselves, perhaps,<br />
the heroes of our stories. There is also a suggestion here, muted<br />
from reprimand into plea, that the stars will more likely constitute<br />
that “complicated lie,” that partial denial of the sought truth, if the<br />
invited other rejects the partnership by which a complicated truth<br />
might emerge: “And if you turn away . . .” When the fellow sufferer<br />
changes to the detached or disdainful observer, the speaker has no<br />
choice but to “fasten a new skin” around the bowl, an action which