theory
"I am what is around me.
Women understand this.
One is not duchess
A hundred yards from a carriage.
These, then are portraits:
A black vestibule;
A high bed sheltered by curtains.
These are merely instances."
(Wallace Stevens, Theory)
This poem has such a wonderful thought in the first stanza. The image of a woman, of noble birth, moving away from the public spotlight, and losing her nobility. It also has that Wallyesque sound of proverb.
But also, to my ear at least, "carriage" has other echoes -- baby carriages, funeral carriages. Other places where "one is not a duchess," where the vain trappings of material life are useless.
Then, in the second verse, he takes that idea, and turns it around. If objects determine people, rather than the other way around, then we can speak of a tableau as a portrait.
To my ear, the "subjects" of the two portraits (plural) seem masculine (dark, solid) and feminine (light, hidden).
Yet, the first line still haunts me, "I am what is around me." Not "you" or "they." Part of me wants to think it is a single portrait, defined by two separate moments, or perspectives. There is, to me, the germ of a narrative in those two lines, but I cannot yet trace the connection between them.
Women understand this.
One is not duchess
A hundred yards from a carriage.
These, then are portraits:
A black vestibule;
A high bed sheltered by curtains.
These are merely instances."
(Wallace Stevens, Theory)
This poem has such a wonderful thought in the first stanza. The image of a woman, of noble birth, moving away from the public spotlight, and losing her nobility. It also has that Wallyesque sound of proverb.
But also, to my ear at least, "carriage" has other echoes -- baby carriages, funeral carriages. Other places where "one is not a duchess," where the vain trappings of material life are useless.
Then, in the second verse, he takes that idea, and turns it around. If objects determine people, rather than the other way around, then we can speak of a tableau as a portrait.
To my ear, the "subjects" of the two portraits (plural) seem masculine (dark, solid) and feminine (light, hidden).
Yet, the first line still haunts me, "I am what is around me." Not "you" or "they." Part of me wants to think it is a single portrait, defined by two separate moments, or perspectives. There is, to me, the germ of a narrative in those two lines, but I cannot yet trace the connection between them.


