Definition of packrat - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pack_rat
Definition of packrat in context to the poem - http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=pack+rat
The following poem, Packrat, written by Naomi Long
Madgett is a seemingly simple poem. At a second glance, a certain technical
complexity that pervades through the poem can be noticed. Considering how each
of the stanzas can just be written as a sentence, but the idea of removing
punctuations all together to isolate certain words or pieces is interesting.
This kind of increases the speed of reading as the brain does not have to
process these punctuations. As Cormac McCarthy employs the same technique in
his writing where he completely ditches apostrophes and writes the
conversations without them.
(For more on his writing style http://www.openculture.com/2013/08/cormac-mccarthys-punctuation-rules.html)
Following is a stanza by stanza explication of the poem:
My trouble is
I always try to save
everything
Similar to the packrat, which builds nests and saves
everything there. The writer also does the same. Instead of letting go and
moving on she holds on to everything close to her heart and never let’s go. By
saying ‘I’ she has introduced herself into this piece and is rather also giving
us an insight into her mind. Through this we can also conclude that she has
come to terms with her own feelings and weaknesses as she is accepting what she
is subconsciously doing.
Old clocks and calendars
expired words buried
in open graves
Using metaphors to create images and to simplify the
explanation is a really good concept and a very good tactic of efficient
writing. Analogies are prevalent in this poem and are spread-out throughout
this piece. Old clocks and calendars represent memoirs in the writer’s mind;
those of old times and dates that she had spent and should have been forgotten,
as they are dead memories (‘in open graves’) which aren’t meant to be
revisited.
But hoarding grains of sand
keep shifting as rivers
redefine boundaries and seasons
In contrast, as everything moves on naturally, it is just
the human mind that lingers on to past. These natural metaphors have been
introduced to dictate the difference between man and nature and how degrading
to one’s life it is to not follow the most crucial path of nature i.e. to move
on.
Lengths of old string
rolled into neat balls
neither measure nor bind
Love as a whole is not measured when it is obtained. No
unit can measure it but faith and feelings.
Nor do shelves laden with rancid sweets
preserve
what ants continually nibble away
Love again is compared to sweets here. Something sweet
that rots but is too hard to leave as it is one of the most precious things in
the world and even ants tend to nibble away on it.
Love should be eaten
while it is ripe
and then the pits discarded
Here love has been objectified and quantified in contrast
to the previous stanzas. Here we can sense a hopelessness that circles the
writers mind as she drastically changes her opinion from how love cannot be
measured to how love should be experienced when at peak and throwing away its
remains.
Lord give meat last
one cracked bowl holding
absolutely nothing
Asking for an illusion that would give peace to her mind
is what she prays for. The bowl describes a certainty that she asks for but
then she wants it to be cracked as she wants to experience the feeling of
achievement every time she gets something. Considering the bowl is cracked, anything that she gets would fall or drop out of it. So she would want to get
more of it and as she keeps getting it, the feeling of continual achievement
would keep her happy. But that is just an illusion again.
Prevalent themes: Hopelessness, Lost love, Unforgettable
memories, Illusions
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