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Monday, December 9, 2013

Analysis of Aime Cesaire's 'Lost Body'

Aime Cesaire’s poem entitled ‘Lost Body’ (Corps Perdu) succeeds in providing the reader with an emotionally enticing piece of literature which, with its surrealist qualities, portrays the negritude movement co-founded by Cesaire himself. This analysis gives two readings of ‘Lost Body.’ On one hand, Cesaire uses his poetic voice in service of and in solidarity with the African community. ‘Lost Body’s’ surrealist expression of nature captures the Afro-Martinican poet’s oneness with the African people. On the other hand, the poem reveals the inherent opposition between the demands of modernism and of negritude, and considering Cesaire’s role in Martinican society, between the demands of politics and poetry.
Aime Cesaire
From the outset, Cesaire immediately uses strong natural images (e.g. Krakatoa, Laelaps, monsoon, etc) to exhibit his surrealist poetic expression; further, the first seven lines are delivered in a straightforward manner (i.e. ‘I who...’). The poem’s opening reminds the reader, therefore, to heed a certain call, given the impactful and forthright annunciation of one’s identity as a body one with nature. This unification and identification of Cesaire’s body with nature is symbolic of living harmoniously with the cosmos. Of course, the term cosmos refers to the universe as a beautifully arranged system, which makes the images such as the Krakatoa, the eruption of which killed 30, 000, or the Laelaps, a canine-like hurricane, sort of misplaced given their cataclysmic nature. But this only supports Cesaire’s surrealist style and words which, ‘although mask-like, are sharp as knives.’ The message of which is perceived well by the intended audience, ‘despite the terms that might escape them or the phrases that are troublesome. The audience grasps perfectly [Cesaire’s] polemic and his call to action’ (Kesteloot and Mitsch 170). Further, Cesaire, in the next lines, creates a beautiful transition, ‘I would like to be more and more humble and more lowly/ always more serious without vertigo or vestige,’ which allows for the containment of the aforementioned natural images of destruction. The chaos turns to cosmos.
Krakatoa
This call of just rage which Cesaire presents is, one can safely assume, the negritude movement, which the author himself co-founded. In Cesaire’s terms, this movement is a simple recognition of the historical struggle of the African community. It is, in a way, projecting a sense of hope for the advancement of the African people, for the creation of a society defined by universal justice. ‘Lost Body’ recognizes that, when the rage of the African race (comparable to the eruption of a volcano, the winds of a hurricane, or the strong current of a river) is controlled or supervised by a movement such as negritude, an alternative world is possible. Cesaire dreams of, or even anticipates, falling ‘into the live semolina of a well-opened earth,’ a just world ‘whose name the same for all things,’ which he considers, again appealing to senses and emotions, a ‘DELICIOUS TOTAL ENCOUNTER.’ The surrealist style, which claims that poetry is related to prophecy, makes such an anticipation by Cesaire all the more appropriate. Other natural images also support this communal African dream of universal justice, ‘a star or a hope’ for a future where ‘life would flood my whole being’ and the revival of a damaged culture (symbolized by a tree with its branches torn to shreds), that is, of a common black identity that will ‘splatter the whole sky.’
But beyond the recognition of the need for solidarity exhibited by oneness with nature, a second reading of the poem also calls for the advancement of the African race and the rejection of oppressive colonizing structures. This reading of ‘Lost Body,’ which focuses on the inherent tension between European modernism and the negritude movement, proves Cesaire’s vehement rejection of Western ideals. As already mentioned, the theme of African solidarity in Cesaire’s writing style ‘allows the poetic voice of the poem to articulate a definition of negritude--a dynamic concept, rooted in emphasizing the values of community and living in harmony with the cosmos’ which is directly opposed to ‘the technological advances of colonizing Europeans, whose inventions only serve the destructive ends of domination and exploitation.’ Therefore, Cesaire, one can assume, sees his poems of negritude as ‘a valid critique of, and alternatives to, ideologies of colonial hegemony’ brought about by European culture (Davis 5). Also, on an interesting note, such tension also seems to be present within Cesaire himself, given his role as both a surrealist poet-activist seeking to topple established norms and a parliamentarian trying to work within the system.  
            To understand this tension, one has to look at how the poem presents the violence being inflicted on the African community by the colonizing powers of the West. For starters, Cesaire mentions how the alternative world he perceives has an atmosphere where ‘there’d be a beautiful haze no dirt in it.’ The mere mention of the word ‘dirt’ suggests that although the author has established solidarity with nature, he desires to leap from a certain position of filth and suffering. The will to disentangle the body, the whole African community, from ‘dirt’ suggests that another force has subjected the body to exploitation and suffering. Although this seems overstretching the meaning behind a single line in ‘Lost Body,’ it nonetheless provides a foundation for other images in the poem which Cesaire uses to connote suffering at the hands of Western colonial powers.
The lines ‘my frightening crest of anchor-like roots/ looking for a place to take hold/ Things I probe I probe/ me the street-porter I am root-porter/ and I bear down and I force and I arcane/ I omphale/ Ah who leads/ me back toward the harpoons/ I am very weak’ emphasize the body being lost, looking for a place of refuge (perhaps found in the movement of negritude) after being led back toward heavy toiling which has rendered it fragile. One also notices Cesaire using the image of omphale, a neologism which could refer to the act of ‘taking root’ or, in line with the exploitation brought by colonialism, the character in Greek mythology to whom Heracles is enslaved. ‘I omphale’ perhaps also suggests a submission to the ‘telluric female principle preceding the phallic rebirth of the final lines (‘and with the arrogant jet of my wounded and solemn bole / I shall command the islands to be’)’ in relation to the first reading of the poem concerning oneness with nature, the fusion with and a return to Mother Earth (Eshleman and Smith 107). In any case, the aforementioned lines indicate the antagonisms between recovering the African identity and the European ideals which continue to impose its superiority over such movement.
This continuous imposition is again seen in the following lines: ‘The wind alas I will continue to hear it/ nigger nigger nigger from the depths/ of the timeless sky/ a little less loud than today/ but still too loud/ and this crazed howling of dogs and horses/ which it thrusts at our forever fugitive heels.’ These lines capture the severity of the colonial power of the West which, although ‘a little less loud than today,’ continues to tear apart the African body, with its demented hounds and horses. Again, the suffering of the black man is evident, a continuous anguish which makes him an eternal fugitive.
This eternal opposition between negritude and colonial ideas creates a dilemma which revolves around the idea that perhaps true humanity can only be achieved in madness and cataclysm, pursuant to the strong natural images mentioned earlier. The imposition of modernism, with the exploitation and suffering it entails, thus makes the body of the African lost, with its only refuge provided by negritude, a return to nature.
This dilemma is further deepened when one considers the context in which Cesaire found himself. On one hand, Cesaire was a poet-activist, whose principal task ‘was… to communicate to his compatriots hard-won perceptions of the vicious after-effects of imperialism and New World slavery, the urgent need for decolonization, and the inner necessity of negritude as a counter to the regnant ideology of racial supremacy’ (Davis 6). With his surrealist style, as shown in the earlier reading, Cesaire is successful in fulfilling the ‘task of being the authentic interpreter of the colonized Negro's deep sentiments. And so powerful was his word and so sincere his heart, that all recognized themselves in him’ (Kesteloot and Mitsch 169). However, Cesaire was also a politician. As the Mayor of Fort de France and the deputy to the French National Assembly for Martinique, he supported the departmentalization of Martinique. Thus the tension mentioned earlier between negritude and modernism seems to occur within Cesaire himself, who was obligated to fulfil the mandates of a poet and a politician.
Cesaire seems conflicted with how he will successfully free Africa from the chauvinistic elements of European culture while at the same time be part of the fully established world of politics. Hence, Cesaire humbly admits in this poem that he is weak; he himself is a lost body. The lines ‘I am very weak/ I hiss yes I hiss very ancient things/ as serpents do as do cavernous things/ I whoa lie down wind/ and against my unstable and fresh muzzle/ against my eroded face’ may of course refer to the African community’s struggle to be recognized by the world but may very well symbolize the constant struggle of Cesaire in terms of fighting for the independence of Martinique which eventually evolved into voting for the assimilation of his country, leading to some people’s disillusionment with the poet. While Cesaire’s contemporaries, particularly Senghor, were successful in winning back their adversaries, Cesaire was unskilled in defending his actions as a politician, at least in terms of appeasing his critics. As Kesteloot notes, ‘he suffers, sulks, reacts by silence and scorn’ (172).  However, even if Cesaire failed to win over those disillusioned by him, ‘Lost Body’ suggests that his task of policy-making remains: ‘with the insolent jet of my wounded and solemn shaft/ I shall command the islands to be.’ He must abide by the rules of politics, of conscious decision-making: ‘I would like to be more and more humble and more lowly/ always more serious without vertigo or vestige’ The fact that these lines are delivered in accordance with surrealism, which gives privilege to the unconscious, but indicate Cesaire’s desire to be part of the conscious realm of politics suggests that perhaps Cesaire sees himself as a lost body, trying to unite his rebellious side with his role as a parliamentarian.
In conclusion, ‘Lost Body,’ being read as a surrealist poem dedicated to Mother Africa, presents oneness with nature as a way of stirring up the emotions of its readers. The idea of a world free from the unjust practices of the colonizers, for Cesaire, can only be achieved through the negritude movement. On another reading, this poem also shows the tension between negritude and European modernism, with the former recognizing the need to free the black race from the shackles of the latter. This tension is further seen in Cesaire himself, who struggles to unify the call of negritude and the mandate of the establishment.






WORKS CITED
Davis, Gregson. Introduction to Non-Vicious Circle: Twenty Poems of Aime Cesaire. Stanford University Press, 1984. Print.
Eshleman, Clayton and Annette Smith. “The Poetry of Aime Cesaire: Introductory Notes.” Callaloo 17 (1983): 104-110. Print.
Kesteloot, Lilyan and Ruthmarie Mitsch. “Cesaire: Poet and Politician.” Research in African Literature 26.2 (1995): 169-173. Print.



Sunday, December 1, 2013

Family matters

"Because a man who doesn't spend time with his family can never be a real man." - Don Vito Corleone, The Godfather

The quote above comes from one of my favorite movies of all time, The Godfather. The American classic, in case you didn't know, reveals the value of family in one's life and how these domestic relationships, more often than not, dictate one's decisiveness and character. If handled with discretion, the bond brought about by family represents an integral basic unit of society. If taken otherwise, it may direct someone to "pull the strings" so to speak, regardless of whether it is for the advantage or disadvantage of that particular family member. Here I write about the positive impacts of family, particularly in my personal life. Needless to say, I think families really do matter in an individual's life. The fact that I, being the eldest of three children and part of a broken family, still believe in its main purposes and life-changing implications suggests that there is still hope in the concept of family.

While I think that having several criteria for being a real man is downright ridiculous, I support the statement "the Don" himself uttered. Nowadays I see a lot of men/lads who are about the same age as I (or even younger, I'm 19 by the way) who willfully deny and disrespect their families, or at least would rather hang out with their tropas or flirt with scantily clad women than to cherish a little bit of family time. Yes, even I am guilty of this selfishness. Yet, when times of trouble come, blood seems to be the only refuge.

I have this uncle who, more or less, can be considered the black sheep of the family. No, I'm not being judgmental. The facts reveal that my uncle, most of the time, tries to use the family as a stepping stone, never the rock. For instance, he used to always ask my mom (who is his sister) for some dough to be used for "business purposes." My mom, being especially generous to the members of the clan, has never insisted that my uncle specify. Nonetheless, I think my mom knew exactly where my uncle spent the family's hard-earned money. In a way, it's like the parable of the Prodigal Son with the throwing away of cash for booze, gambling, and ladies. Only, in this case, the forgiving came to an end.

I guess everything has a breaking point. Currently, my uncle lives away from home, or at least that's what he says to our distant family members. My other aunts and uncles, witnessing first hand how it feels to be used for selfish reasons, would not allow an easy reconciliation to occur. Of course, I don't think they were being merciless. It was just a mindset produced by extreme exhaustion. They were no longer convinced, proven by their denial of a kiss-and-hug reconciliation, that my uncle has what it takes to rebuild his life, or at least not just yet.

With all this said, I still believe in the pulling power of the family. Even without my dad, I think my family and I have developed this strong united bond that has stood the test of time and has overcome major obstacles. External problems, that is, outside of my family, inevitably still do occur. Nevertheless, the solid foundation offered by my family gives me the strength and motivation to do things that would eventually, I hope, make them proud to call me son, brother, grandson, or even nephew.

The truth is, I'm not that friendly. I prefer having a small core group of true friends than to have a vast amount of friendly strangers. Considering this lack of amiability on my part, I think it's safe to say that my family has always provided me a foundation from which I could stand to counteract the negativity brought about by isolation. Okay, I don't feel extreme misery when I'm alone. In fact, I treasure these times when I could just bring out this Zen Master part of me and be able to think about the soundness of my body. Anyway, I think this comfort I feel in my alone time is an effect of knowing that a family has got my back.

While it is a fact that the concept of family itself has evolved over the course of human history (from simply an economic institution to a more romanticized one), my personal experience with the pack has made me appreciate the true value of love. The fact that all humans do not 'choose' the members of their families is enough evidence to suggest that the kind of love found within the family set-up is not simply based on emotions or personal preference but is love in its truest form, an act of extending oneself for the growth of both oneself and the other.

I am a firm believer of the family as a microcosm of how the world should operate. We are all brothers and sisters. However, appreciating the value of your family must come first. It starts at home.