Sounds of "Mont Blanc"

          In “Mont Blanc” Shelley refers to sound talking about his own mind, the poet and narrator seeming to act as one, as well as the scene around him. This focus on the auditory spans from the first stanza through to the “Silence” (144) of the final line. And with all of these instances, Shelley seems to draw out the main dichotomy of the piece, that of the mind’s vision of nature and nature itself, from the philosophical (his reference to Plato comes in lines 41-48) all the way to the sensory. His comparison of the two caves points to this exactly, with the outer one “echoing to the Arve’s commotion,/ A loud sound no other sound can tame;” (30-1) and his own mind, “the still cave of the witch Poesy,/ Seeking among the shadows that pass by/ Ghosts of all things that are” (44-6). The caves are not only inherently different, one of action and the other of death, but different because of their sounds, the former “A loud sound no other sound can tame,” and the former “still.” But one of the most interesting instances of sound is in section 2 where Shelley describes the trees near the river.

[...]—thou dost lie,
Thy giant brood of pines around thee clinging,
Children of elder time, in whose devotion
The chainless winds still come and ever came
To drink their odours, and their mighty swinging
To hear—an old and solemn harmony; (19-24)

          Here, sound is both heard and made, yet none of this seems to be tainted by the human psyche. There is no human observer, only the wind “drinking [the tree’s] odours” (23) and coming “[t]o hear” the branches swinging. And yet nature does not revel in its own creation and adoration, but creates “an old and solemn harmony” (24). And yet nature as nature can have no sense of time for it is endless; the wind continues to fly without age. So here’s the downfall of Shelley’s nature, it is all in conversation with the human. The wind is personified with the ability to hear and taste, and thus is also left to understand these sensations in a human way. And in some ways it seems the wind understands this sensory blend as a man would understand his 20-year-old daily routine. And this reaction seems at odds with the grandeur and power in the rest of the poem. A point of dread in the midst of wonder.

The Shortcomings of Humanity in "Mont Blanc" and "To a Skylark"

            Both “Mont Blanc” and “To a Skylark” are poems that emphasize the inability of humans to define the world around them.  Both poems fail to resolve their central mysteries.  The narrator in “To the Skylark” attempts to understand how a bird can feel inexhaustible joy, while the narrator “Mont Blanc” attempts to separate nature from mind’s conception of it.  Both poems end in the narrators acquiescing to nature’s enigma.

            The narrator of “To a Skylark” exalts the bird as a “blithe Spirit!” (1) – a creature who knows no sadness.  However, the narrator struggles to directly define the winged creature, instead relying on diverse comparisons.  He notes the bird’s similarity to such disparate phenomena as “a cloud of fire” (8) and  “a star of Heaven” (18).  He finally admits of the bird, “What thou art we know not” (31).  The narrator directly inquires to the bird, “What is most like thee?” (32), suggesting that the bird is wiser than he in this respect.  The narrator questions whether the skylark is similar to humans (a “Poet” (36) 0r “maiden” (41) specifically), other animals (a glow-worm (46)) and even plants (a “rose” (51)).  The bird has so many diverse characteristics it is difficult to coalesce into one creation.  Shelley not only identifies the limitations of humans, but also those of poetry itself.

            Being unable to define the skylark, the narrator questions how the bird maintained its happiness, which seems to trump the efforts of humans to celebrate happiness (examples being the “Chorus Hymeneal, / Or triumphal chant” (66-67)) in sheer joyous power.  The narrator searches for logic in the bird’s capacity for seemingly unlimited delight, comparing the bird to humans whose happiness must always be tempered by “saddest thought” (90).  This is similar to the father in “Anecdote for Fathers” and his attempts to extract logic from his son’s childish musings.   The undertaking in “To a Skylark” ultimately proves futile, for the narrator cannot relate to the animal just as parent cannot relate to child.

                In “Mont Blanc,” the narrator demonstrates how his view of nature is entirely a construction of his mind.  Therefore, nature itself is indeterminate.  The narrator emphasizes this through the narrator’s own description of Mont Blanc, which he imbibes with all his senses. The narrator states, “I seem as in a trance sublime and strange / To muse on my own separate fantasy, / My own, my human mind” (35 - 37), directly articulating that his vision of nature is an individual conception and the world as he knows it would not exist if it were not for his mind.  This even includes religion, for “The secret Strength of things / Which governs thought, and to the infinite dome / Of Heaven is as a law, inhabits thee!” (139-141).  “Mont Blanc” is a poem that accentuates how nature (like the intentions of the Skylark) is unknowable, because we as individuals are responsible for creating it.    

                As a possible solution to the question of why he cannot find the same happiness as the skylark, the narrator of “To the Skylark” looks to the bird itself for guidance.  He says to the bird, “Teach me half the gladness / That thy brain must know” (101-102).  By evoking this impossible exchange of knowledge between a bird and a human, Shelley demonstrates how true understanding is unattainable.  The curse of the poet, and of humanity, is living with unresolved mysteries.  We do not know the inner-mechanisms of the mind of a small child or of a skylark, just as we do not know what exists after death.  A poet's courage is revealed when he or she is willing to contemplate these issues.

Sky-Lark and Intellectual Beauty

"Hymn to Intellectual Beauty" is a praise to the "Spirit of Beauty" that Shelley seems to use as a muse. He "vowed that [he] would dedicate [his] powers" to the ghost like idea of beauty (13,61). While reading "To a Sky-Lark", it felt as though Shelley was talking about this same spirit but in the form of the bird.

There are many comparisons of the sky-lark to some type of spirit or creature that isn't of the earth. Immediatley, the bird is referred to as a "blithe Spirit" who soars "higher still and higher / From the earth" (1,6-7). This no longer seems like a bird as it is said to be "unbodied" and "a star of Heaven / in the broad day-light / ... unseen" (15,18-20).

The bird is also praised for being so beautiful and singing "music sweet as love" (45). It seems as though Shelley writes about the bird because the spirit of beauty is coming through its music. He is struck by how it sounds and wants to recreate the loveliness with his own writing.

This similar theme shows that Shelley thinks of nature as his muse, or as something he wants to harness in his writing. Like Addie said in her previous post, the last stanza makes it seem as though Shelley is jealous of the sky-lark's ability to cause others to listen to its own beauty. Shelley wants the ability to share the spirit of beauty the way the bird does.

'Our Sweetest Songs Are Those That Tell Of Saddest Thought"

"We look before and after, 

And pine for what is not --

Our sincerest laughter

With some pain is fraught --

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought." 

Shelley's "To a Sky-Lark" begs the reader to ask, can a poem merely be beautiful without possessing a deeper and potentially sadder meaning? Can something exist for the mere sake of existing? The speaker admires the sky-lark for appearing to have this pure quality to it, although he seems skeptical that it lacks any hidden agenda. The speaker asks the bird, “what objects are the fountains of thy happy strain?...or how could thy notes flow in such chrystal stream?” There appears to be a doubt that pure happiness and beauty can exist without pain. The fact that the bird sings, “when it is too high to be visible,” as the footnote states, gives the speaker a sense of the unattainable – a sense that this music is almost a surreal creation that can never actually be achieved.

“Teach me half the gladness

That thy brain must know,

Such harmonious madness

From my lips would flow

The world should listen then – as I am listening now.”

The speaker appears jealous of the skylark in this last stanza – begging it to teach him how to be purely glad, as if only then will the world read his poems. The poem seems to suggest that humanity contains too much sadness and therefore appreciates it in poetry: “our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.” However, the speaker yearns for a simpler world where poetry does not have to contain this pain and he can merely exist with “clear keen joyance”

To Wordsworth

I commented on Jared’s blog post last night as I was half through with contemplating what I was going to post myself. I thought I had my understanding of “To Wordsworth” completely down; however now, I’m second-guessing myself. As I mentioned in my comment, I originally read “To Wordsworth” as a 19^th century Mean Girls post -- where Shelley is the Regina George trying to taunt and mock Wordsworth while also demonstrating his own skill. Throughout the poem he does this by treating the poem as a fake and satirical eulogy where he acknowledges that, “deserting these, thou leavest me to grieve” (13).

However, after reading Jared’s thoughts on what he called a “love poem,” I can read the poem slightly differently. While I still see it as somewhat of a faux eulogy, perhaps it is not actually malicious. Perhaps Shelley is genuinely upset by Wordsworth’s changing of views and potential decline as a great poet. I am now struggling with the authenticity/ genuineness of Shelley’s comments. Is he mocking Wordsworth? Is he merely trying to flaunt his own poetical prowess?

Some notes on Shelley's "Defence"

Since I'm at home sick, and we have a lot of poetry to cover in class next Tuesday, I thought I'd share some thoughts on Shelley's great "Defence of Poetry." The essay is provocative and influential (on Yeats, for instance, who pretty much adopts much of its philosophy as his own), and is the strongest statement on the importance, beauty, and power of poetry in the Romantic period, or ever, really.

A key aspect of his argument is that poetry can be expanded to include all creativity and originality that has some relation to language (an argument Emerson takes up later). Thus, Shelley says, the language of poets is "vitally metaphorical; that is, it marks the before unapprehended relations of things" (858). He continues that the poet "not only beholds intensely the present as it is, and discovers those laws according to which present things ought to be ordered, but he beholds the future in the present, and his thoughts are the germs of the flower and the fruit of latest time." There is in Shelley's thinking about poets and poetry a strong link to ideas also found in Hegel (a more or less contemporaneous writer). That is, both believe that truth is progressive, not fixed, and that it is revealed in bits and pieces by great, insightful minds, responding to the ideas and writings of others. Deep thinkers are able somehow to anticipate future progressive ideas, and bring them into the present, even if they don't fully understand them yet. This is what Shelley means in the final great sentences of his essay, that "Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration, the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present, the words which express what they understand not; the trumpets which sing to battle, and feel not what they inspire; the influence which is moved not, but moves" (868). Poets engage the world around them, see what it is and what it might be, and produce language that taps into this zeitgeist. In making truth apparent, poetry helps bring those new ideas into being, even though they are not really the ideas of individual genius, but of the world itself. This is how poets might be thought of as prophets, not in the religious sense, but in a philosophical one. And this is what Shelley hoped to do himself--to represent new kinds of truth to the world, just as he felt the early Wordsworth had done.

Another great passage, one I find fairly moving, is  on page 862, in which he discusses the moral effects of great poetry. Poetry, he says "awakens and enlarges the mind itself by rendering it the receptacle of a thousand unapprehended [that word again] combinations of thought." So, again, poetry shows us truth that other kinds of art or representation can't, not because of the manner of its expression so much as because of the manner of its creation--that it gets at something below the surface, heretofore "unapprehended" but out there nonetheless. But poetry also gets us to "go[] out of own nature," which is the "great secret of morals." "A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own. The great instrument of moral good is the imagination; and poetry administers to the effect by acting upon the cause." There has always been  debate about whether art can make us better somehow (and it's really not clear how you could ever measure or know this), but Shelley's claims here are ones of belief and faith in the power of literature. I have to say that they are beliefs I share--that they come with the sense of committing one's life to the study of literature and poetry, that it does some good in the world.

He goes on to make the dubious claim that poets must therefore themselves be "of the highest wisdom, pleasure, virtue and glory, so he ought personally to be the happiest, the best, the wisest, and the most illustrious of men.... The greatest poets have been men of the most spotless virtue" (867). This can't be true, of course, any more than the idea that meat is the root of all evil (as he says in his tract on the vegetable diet), but it's a nice idea. In any case, he goes on to say that any actual sins of poets are washed clean by the virtue in their work, a kind of utilitarian idea that your ultimate virtue is not about purity, but about the amount of lasting good your work does in the world.

The Mariner's Revenge

"The Mariner's Revenge" is a long, (quite strange) song by the band The Decemberists. When first showed the song by a friend, I was struck the darkness of the chorus, but also its ballad qualities, the length, the focus on telling a story, and even the unusual rhythm (though I doubt it is ballad rhythm precisely). Now, after reading "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" I see many many parallels between the song and the poem. Both involve a speaker within the poem captivating another character with a story from his life, in this case detailing the two's prior relationship through the speaker's mother. The setting also blends elements of the real and fantastic. As the song begins the narrator says "We are two mariners / Our ship's sole survivors / In this belly of a whale / It's ribs are ceiling beams / It's guts are carpeting." The song reverses the situation of "Rime," the story is being told in a fantastic setting while the story itself takes place in a realistic one. In the middle of the poem, the speaker here's his mother speak to him on the wind, which reminded me of the spirits of the dead sailors and how they interacted with the Ancient Mariner. The ending of the song also bears similarities to "Rime," the whale's attack leaves only The Mariner and his target alive inside the whale, much like how all but the Ancient Mariner drop dead in the poem. The whale itself parallels the great spirit which brings about the Ancient Mariner's suffering, creating extraordinary circumstances so that the Mariner's target might be punished. This too, reverses the situation of the poem, the narrator is not one who has been punished by nature but the tool by which nature, or some other force, is punishing another. The song is quite and experience, and I think it is worth a listen especially given its ties to "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lEmy2DBaeTc