Leaving the Mother

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Fairleigh Dickinson Univ Press, 2002 - 140 páginas
This book traces the pivotal role of the mother throughout each edition of Leaves of Grass. To limit mother to biological mother or even to female, however, is too restrictive. Providing means of analysis, psychoanalytic theorist Julia Kristeva broadens the definition of mother, with her theory of subject formation. The mother is no longer a biological mother but instead a psychoanalytic m/other, the primal or pre-oedipal m/ other, who looms large in the child's earliest phase of development. Kristeva's theory emphasizes patriarchy's suppression of the m/other in subject formation, a process suggested within the evolution of Leaves of Grass.

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Página 96 - Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later delicate death. Prais'd be the fathomless universe, For life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious, And for love, sweet love — but praise! praise! praise! For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding death.
Página 97 - Passing the visions, passing the night, Passing, unloosing the hold of my comrades' hands, Passing the song of the hermit bird and the tallying song of my soul, Victorious song, death's outlet song, yet varying ever-altering song, As low and wailing, yet clear the notes, rising and falling, flooding the night, Sadly sinking and fainting, as warning and warning, and yet again bursting with joy...
Página 37 - ... laps, And here you are the mothers' laps. This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of old men, Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.
Página 40 - Mine is no callous shell, I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop, They seize every object and lead it harmlessly through me. I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy, To touch my person to some one else's is about as much as I can stand.
Página 13 - You sea! I resign myself to you also - I guess what you mean, I behold from the beach your crooked inviting fingers, I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me, We must have a turn together, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land, Cushion me soft, rock me in billowy drowse, Dash me with amorous wet, I can repay you.
Página 36 - Root of wash'd sweet-flag! timorous pond-snipe! nest of guarded duplicate eggs! it shall be you! Mix'd tussled hay of head, beard, brawn, it shall be you!
Página 96 - When it is so, when thou hast taken them I joyously sing the dead, ; Lost in the loving floating ocean of thee, Laved in the flood of thy bliss O death.
Página 64 - The mother at home quietly placing the dishes on the suppertable, The mother with mild words .... clean her cap and gown .... a wholesome odor falling off her person and clothes as she walks by: The father, strong, selfsufficient, manly, mean, angered, unjust. The blow, the quick loud word, the tight bargain, the crafty lure...

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