"Symbiosis or Death": - Rhodes University
"Symbiosis or Death": - Rhodes University
"Symbiosis or Death": - Rhodes University
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A Litt<strong>or</strong>al Zone opens with “A Darwinian Preface” (7). Evolution prefaces<br />
and inf<strong>or</strong>ms the w<strong>or</strong>k. Written in the Petrarchan sonnet f<strong>or</strong>m (with a variation on the<br />
rhyme scheme), the poem contrasts the mechanical w<strong>or</strong>kings of the evolution of the<br />
human body with those aspects of our humanity which separate us from the biological<br />
process: bravery, love, and the intellectual operations of the neoc<strong>or</strong>tex. (The neoc<strong>or</strong>tex is<br />
evolutionarily the most recent part of the brain and it is here that higher cognitive<br />
functions like language are processed (Karmiloff-Smith in Rose 174).) The poem<br />
demonstrates various movements from the octave to the sestet: from night to day, from<br />
fear to determination, from the body to the heart, and from intimations of death to<br />
celebration of life. Each of these movements offers recognition <strong>or</strong> anagn<strong>or</strong>isis. The poem<br />
reflects the poet’s realisation that life does have purpose beyond the biological. This<br />
‘meaning’ is contained in life itself and his purpose is reflected in the final phrase: “Best<br />
buckle to”.<br />
A DARWINIAN PREFACE<br />
The crab, the clot, the muzzle <strong>or</strong> the knife:<br />
patiently, the nocturnal terr<strong>or</strong>isms<br />
stalk. Even the brave know hardly of rest,<br />
aware a body’s little but a glove<br />
stretched from metatarsals to neoc<strong>or</strong>tex<br />
on a stiffening frame. A hand as strange<br />
clenches on coiled lengths of fear: that old v<strong>or</strong>tex<br />
steeled by the usual mundane heroisms.<br />
Your heart wins armour from confronting life,<br />
yet stays unlatched, anticipating love.<br />
Each dawn claims thanks and welcome, and gets blessed.<br />
Perhaps the sea indeed did suckle you<br />
through all its prisms, its diurnal range.<br />
There is no help f<strong>or</strong> it. Best buckle to.<br />
Most of the literary critics point to pertinent aspects of “A Darwinian Preface”,<br />
but do not offer a comprehensive analysis. Sacks’ review does not link the poem to<br />
evolutionary the<strong>or</strong>y, but he does say: “It is redolent with a terse f<strong>or</strong>titude, as well as with<br />
a characteristic alliance of scientific precision, poetic élan, and stoicism under siege” (1-<br />
2). M<strong>or</strong>phet concentrates on the poem’s play between life and death and its evolutionary<br />
framew<strong>or</strong>k: “The evolutionary pattern that is the substratum of the poem both exposes<br />
and sustains the life of the body and the movements of consciousness” (209). Duncan<br />
Brown singles out the final eight lines and claims they are “as close to a credo as