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Monday, January 26, 2015

Fearful Symmetry: Transgressing the Binary

"And I stain'd the water clear" (Introduction, Songs of Innocence, line 18). 

Collin, Brian, and I are currently reading Roland Barthes' S/Z for our Contemporary American Fiction class. Barthes, in his wild analysis of Balzac's story "Sarrasine," addresses the problem of gendered language, but also of antithesis, of opposites that remain separate and do not resolve and yet somehow allow passages to run between them. Barthes writes: "Every joining of two antithetical terms, every mixture, every conciliation -- in short, every passage through the wall of the Antithesis -- thus constitutes a transgression…it is the paradoxism (or alliance of words): an unusual figure, it is the code's ultimate attempt to affect the inexpiable" (27). He concludes by describing this transgression, this transgressive act that goes against Antithesis: "it is at the level of the body that the two inconciliabilia of the Antithesis…are brought together, are made to touch, to mingle in the most amazing of figures in a composite substance (without holding together)" (28). A composite substance, which doesn’t hold together, as an attempt to reach beyond the two opposites, to "affect the inexpiable."

Blake, by setting up his book into two strands, invites the fragments to elicit a divided reaction, to say that one poem in Innocence says this and the Experience provides a subversive corollary, or antithetical poem, which says that. I would posit, using Barthes' analysis of transgression in Balzac’s story as a guide, that Blake actually attempts to "affect the inexpiable" through transgression and co-mingling of separate substances -- that is, discussing what cannot be pardoned, forgiven, what is beyond the "thou shalt not" written on the Chapel door in "The Garden of Love" -- ultimately, what is both human (physical) and not (Godlike) (line 6). If read in terms of Blake's "All Religions Are One" this transgression against divided "thou shalt not" authority becomes clearer, but the poems in Innocence and Experience are songs concerned with the staining of the clear waters, or, by use of ink-stain, creating paradoxically clear waters – both meanings simultaneously exist and are equal. The poems are divided but, as can be superficially noted in most of the text, the Innocence poems do not shy away from woeful experience, and the Experience songs do not fail to address joy, as in spring, which does not "hide its joy" ("Earth's Answer" line 16), a "Tyger" created (fearfully? hopefully?) by the same hand that made the Lamb, the ability to tell wrath so that wrath may end ("A Poison Tree," line 2). The transgressions between the antithetical tones and subjects are not so great to overflow the overall tone of each section (else they would not be transgressions) -- the bleakness of Experience is not overcome; the joy of Innocence not overshadowed, despite parodic gesture; however, read together, passages are created between the two sections and within the individual poems themselves.

I don't mean to say that the simple presence of contrary themes creates transgression. Instead, it is the binding of disparate elements, of different bodies, of parts of nature, that beckons transgression. "Am not I / A fly like thee? / Or art not thou / A man like me?" the speaker of "The Fly" asks, introducing an orgy of pronouns. "Then am I / A happy fly, / If I live, / Or if I die." The binding together of these elements is both discouraging -- if a man is no more than a fly, what real value does he have? -- and encouraging -- if one can see humanity in something as small and as insignificant as a fly, one, perhaps, can share empathetic feeling for all of creation, no matter how small. The point is that these two meanings simultaneously exist and one does not triumph over the other – bound together, they create an “amazing figure,” to use Barthes' phrase. They are placed side by side, not for an either/or scenario anticipating a final decision, but for the purposes of transgression to reach beyond the binary. 

Some poems do not bind together contrary elements, so it wouldn't be useful to identify this Barthesian analysis as the “primary” reading for all of the poems. Yet, even poems like "The Sick Rose" feature the flying, invisible worm mingling in the bed "of crimson joy," evil and joy for a minute as bedfellows (line 6). If the “dark secret love” destroys life, there is still a moment where the sickness and the living are bound up together, both beating at the same instant. "Is that trembling cry a song?" the speaker of Holy Thursday in Experience asks (line 5). He means to say that no, the cry is not a song, for "it is eternal winter there" (line 12), but for a moment there is a wavering, as if the trembling cry could be a song, and in fact it is a type of song in the parallel poem first seen in Innocence (as Collin mentioned in his post), singing of the "hum of multitudes" (line 7). The two pieces exist simultaneously, each one bolstering the other and also tearing down the other. The joy of the infant is first expressed as "I have no name" (line 1, "Infant Joy). Joy, nameless, flutters empty as a hum. Once named, it can be Joy; however, once named, one can ask, “is that actually joy?”

The Norton Anthology tell us: “[Songs of Innocence and of Experience] was reprinted at various later times with varying arrangements of the poems” (118). Perhaps Blake's continual fascination and re-working of this unified text (though bifurcated, yet bound, so simultaneously one text and two texts) involves a horrible anxiety in presenting one reading over another, or in finally "binding" the two texts together and presenting them in fearful (and linear) symmetry, thus ending the tension and initiating a kind of bondage found at the end of "The Garden of Love": "And binding with briars my joys and desires” (line 12). Books must be, when finished, literally bound and held together, but this submits them to the coffins of the chimney sweep boys. And yet, this allows them to be shown to others, no longer sleeping in the soot of the imagination. The child's command -- "Piper sit thee down and write" (line 13, "Introduction" Innocence) -- is actually a terrible break from the imagination. One must stop "Piping down the valleys wild," sit in the contours of a hard chair and "stain" the pure waters with a "rural pen." The pen of Blake can be the Bard's pen, the Bard's voice subjected to ink and some kind of permanence, or it can be a pen for hogs, a pen that contains the natural world and tries to subdue it for human want and desire. The only "non-equalizing" factor (an untrue symmetry) is that Innocence is followed by Experience and one cannot, like a true diptych picture or painting, see both at the same time. As readers we are trained to see the Innocence thesis and then the Experience antithesis; however, in re-reading, we can see them as two sides of the same coin, its twin Janus face flipped back and forth.

But binding can also exist positively, as all men seeing themselves throughout the universe and beyond it. "Can I see anothers woe / And not be in sorrow too…Can a mother sit and hear / An infant groan an infant fear?" starts off "On Anothers Sorrow" the last poem in Innocence (lines 1-2, 9-10) The "I" extends to a father, then a mother, then to God, all equalized in their ability to share in suffering, to "sit by us and moan." "He became a little child; / I a child & thou a lamb, / We are called by his name," as the speaker of "The Lamb"relates (lines 16-18). Human bondage, or suffering, can be saved by a different kind of empathetic binding. "Thorns" become the speaker's "only delight" in "My Pretty Rose Tree" (line 8). And, as an extension of "On Anothers Sorrow," "London" displays the speaker's awareness that "In every cry of every man, / In every Infant's cry of fear, / In every voice, in every ban, / The mind-forg'd manacles I hear." The bondages are mind-forg'd manacles, chains of the "Human Brain" (line 24, "The Human Abstract) but we are all bonded together in this cry, this wild piping, this shared song. 



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