Bob Dylan has delivered his Nobel Prize speech just in time to collect the prize money. He has conveniently (for our first year course on literary contexts) demonstrated the ongoing influence of Classical literature in his references to The Odyssey. He also refers to Moby Dick and John Donne.
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She was less like a recluse, more like a bomb going off.
An excerpt from A Loaded Gun, by Jerome Charyn, who writes that Emily Dickinson was not just “one more madwoman in the attic,” but rather a messianic modernist, a performance artist, a seductress, and “a woman maddened with rage—against a culture that had no place for a woman with her own fiercely independent mind and will.”
W. B. Yeats, one of Ireland’s most celebrated authors died in France in 1939. His body was buried in the Roquebrune cemetery and a few years later his bones were dug up and scattered in an ossuary where they were mixed with the bones of many others. In 1948 the Yeats family and the Irish government requested the poet’s body and a French coroner was dispatched to gather his remains together. The bones were escorted by the French army to an Irish navy vessel and they were reburied with national ceremony in Yeats’s beloved County Sligo.
As the article points out, one scholar has noted that a DNA test would put an end to the question but there is resistance to this. It is argued that the symbolic is more important than the prosaic truth. Actually, this is quite fitting in Yeats’s case and the location of his bones does not take from or add to his literary achievement. With any luck, there might be Yeats bones both in Sligo and in France and then there could be two sites for pilgrims to visit. The Yeats family may well be fed up with people interfering with Yeats’s bones, and that is their unquestionable prerogative. For others to prefer a romance to reality is less acceptable as this is the sort of fantasy that appears in myths of nationhood and religion that can turn out to be all too powerful and pernicious.
Yeats is not the only corpse to have been repatriated to Ireland. In the 1960s Roger Casement (once Sir Roger, and a possible influence on Conrad’s Heart of Darkness) was exhumed from Pentonville Prison in London where he had been executed for treason for his part in the 1916 Irish Rising. His body was returned to Dublin where it was interred with full military honours: part of making the nation is possessing the bones of its heroes. These bones are probably authentic but the controversy about Casement is whether his ‘Black diaries’ are since these included extensive accounts of his homosexual liaisons. The diaries have been the subject of forensic examination and much debate. In this instance, historical facts have clearly been more important than pious legend and if there was a test as simple as a DNA one that would resolve the question of the diaries’ authenticity it’s unlikely that it would not be administered.
Amnesty International has recently criticised the Globe Theatre for including North Korea in its world tour of Hamlet. Students will remember Jan Kott‘s staging of Hamlet behind the Iron Curtain, so there has been a history of performing the play under oppressive political conditions. The parallel with North Korea is not exact though as there the audience will presumably be carefully vetted.
On BBC Radio 4’s arts programme, Front Row, the artistic director of The Globe, Dominic Dromgoole, appeared to draw parallels between Shakespeare’s England and North Korea. I say ‘appears’ as I presume that he did not intend to compare King James VI & I and Korea’s Supreme Leader. (Listen to the interview here.)
Was Emily Dickinson a radical poet of the avant-garde, challenging the regularized notions of predominantly male poets and editors regarding stanza shape, typographical publication and distribution, spelling and punctuation, visual and verbal presentation, erotic love, and so on? Or was she a poet of restraint, who restricted herself to a few traditional patterns of meter and stanza, referred to the wayward Whitman as “disgraceful,” and wore her prim white dress as a sign of those renunciations best expressed in that wildest word “No”?