Robert Lowel

& John Berryman Essay, Research Paper


Lowell and Berryman


Robert Lowell and John Berryman both used their personal experiences as visuals


in their writings. Their styles are similar in that aspect. Robert Lowell’s poem “The


Drunken Fisherman” tells a story about himself fishing, and describes the seen in great


detail. “Of Suicide”, written by John Berryman, is an autobiographical poem about how


depressed he is. Berryman’s work describes in detail what he thinks about and what was


going on in his life at that moment making him feel so depressed.


“The Drunken Fisherman” by Robert Lowell is a poem based on a specific


instance, when the writer was fishing.


THE DRUNKEN FISHERMAN


Wallowing in this bloody sty,


I cast for fish that pleased my eye


(Truly Jehovah’s bow suspends


No pots of gold to weight its ends);


Only the blood mouthed rainbow trout


Rose to my bait. They flopped about


My canvas creel until the moth


Corrupted its unstable cloth.


The first part of the poem explains what he is doing. The writer is fishing for


rainbow trout because he likes the way it looks. Lowell states that he is not fishing for


money, rather he is fishing for rainbow trout, a fish that likes the taste of blood. When he


catches a fish, he puts it in his canvas pouch where it flops about until it is dead.


A calendar to tell the day


A handkerchief to wave away


The gnats; a couch unstuffed with storm


Pouching a bottle in one arm;


A whisky bottle full of worms;


And bedroom slacks: are these fit terms


To mete the worm whose molten rage


boils in the belly of old age?


This part of the poem describes the physical appearance of the subject. He has a


calendar to tell what day it is, a handkerchief to swat at the gnats. He is sitting on, or


could possibly be, like a couch that is old and weathered. He sits with a bottle of whisky


in one arm, and another empty bottle filled with worms in the other. His attire consists of


simple, worn pajamas. He asks if this these terms are good enough to be fishing with


worms, in his old age.


Once fishing was a rabbits foot-


O wind blow cold, O wind blow hot,


Let suns stay in or suns step out:


Life danced a jig on the sperm-whale’s spout-


The fisher’s fluent and obscene


Catches kept his conscience clean.


Children, the raging memory drools


Over the glory of past pools.


He says that fishing used to be good luck. Weather it was hot or cold and in day


or night, you could always catch a fish to eat. He goes on to tell how people exploited


fishing, particularly the sperm-whale, saying that fishermen used to catch a lot in order to


keep there conscious clean of the harm they were doing, so that the money they were


making out weighed the guilt. But there children will never be able to escape the memory


of the harm their parents caused just for glory.


Now the hot river, ebbing, hauls


Its bloody waters into holes;


A grain of sand inside my shoe


Mimics the moon that might undo


Man and Creation too; remorse,


Stinking, has puddled up its source;


Here tantrums thrash to a wale’s rage.


This is the pot-hole of old age.


The hot river of blood flows back to the sea, it waters into holes in the earth like a


grain of sand that doesn’t really mater any more, its just part of the world. It is a part of


man and creation that has been plugged up time after time, but that will never stop the


rage of the whale. The last line of this stanza brings you back to the seen that was set


before, of an old man sitting in his old age.


Is there no way to cast my hook


Out of this dynamited brook?


The Fisher’s sons must cast about


When shallow waters peter about.


I will catch Christ with a greased worm,


And when the Prince of Darkness stalks


My bloodstream to its stygian term…


On water the Man-Fisher walks.


He asks if there is any way to get out of the life that he has created for himself, he


only hopes that his children can find another way. He will find salvation in fishing w

hile he


awaits his death. Death comes in all shapes and sizes, his will come in the form of a


Man-Fisher. You reap what you sow.


John Berryman’s “ Of Suicide” is a poem that was obviously written when the


author was contemplating suicide. He uses his personal life to identify with the reader. The


imagery of the poem suggests instances in your own life not necessarily his.


Of Suicide


Reflections on suicide, & on my father, possess me.


I drink too much. My wife threatens separation.


She won’t ‘nurse’ me. She feels ‘inadequate’.


We Don’t mix together.


The start of the poem is the basis for everything to come. He is thinking about


suicide and his father who killed himself outside his son’s window by shooting himself in


the head. He is an alcoholic and his wife has had enough of it. She won’t console him any


more, not to mention anything else. They don’t get along anymore and he knows it.


It’s an hour later in the East.


I could call up Mother in Washington, D.C.


But could she help me?


And all this postal adulation & reproach?


He could call up his mother to talk, but is that going to help. All he seems to talk


about with her is how he doesn’t write enough. He would not hear anything other than


how much she loves him and and her praises of him.


A basis rock-like of love & friendship


for all this world-wide madness seems to be needed.


Epictetus is in some ways my favorite philosopher.


Happy men have died earlier.


Love and friendship is a basis for the world-wide madness that seams to be needed


to keep reality real and not pretend. Epictetus is his favorite philosopher, but happier men


have died earlier than him.


I still plan to go to Mexico this summer.


The Olmec images! Chich?n Itz?!


D. H. Lawrence has a wild dream of it.


Malcolm Lowry’s book when it came out I taught to my precept at Princeton.


He still plans to go to Mexico to see the great sights. Another writer had dreams


of it. When he read the book by Malcolm Lowry he taught his class with the highest


moral he could.


I don’t entirely resign. I may teach the Third Gospel


this afternoon. I haven’t made up my mind.


It seems to me sometimes that others have easier jobs


& do them worse.


He didn’t entirely resign from his teaching position, he may still teach the third


gospel in the afternoon, but he hasn’t decided if he is going to make it that far yet. It


seems to him that others have easier jobs than his and they do them worse. He appears to


be incredibly discouraged as an individual, but sees himself as being half decent in


comparison to many others.


Well, we must labor & dream. Gogol was impotent,


somebody in Pittsburgh told me.


I said: At what age? They couldn’t answer.


That is a damned serious matter.


We must work and dream for that is life. He finds out that Gogol was impotent


and takes it as a serious matter, because the purpose of life is to reproduce. In his


opinion, if one cannot reproduce, than what good are they.


Rembrandt was sober. There we differ. Sober.


Terrors came on him. To us they come.


Of suicide I continually think.


Apparently he didn’t. I’ll teach Luke.


Rembrandt was sober and he is not, that is where they differ. Bad things come to


Rembrandt and seek him out. To drunks, bad things just seem to come. He continually


thinks of suicide, where as Rembrandt did not. At the end he despised not to kill himself,


but to go teach in his moral ways.


Both John Berryman and Robert Lowell use extraordinary amounts of imagery and


personal experiences to get there points across. Lowell’s use of the imagery has a


tendency to put the reader in a setting with great detail. His personal expression is part of


the imagery because more often that not he is describing himself. John Berryman’s use of


imagery makes the reader think of instances that go on in their lives, or has the reader try


to understand what the author is feeling while these things are going on. His personal life


becomes the readers life, that enables the reader to understand what the writer is feeling.

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