ANALYSIS OF ‘IX. SPACE AND TIME’

Analyisis of  a section of ‘IX. SPACE AND TIME’ from Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson (1998)

PASSAGE:
Geryon was amazed at himself. He saw Herakles just about every day now.
The instant of nature
forming between them drained every drop from the walls of his life
leaving behind just ghosts
rustling like an old map. He had nothing to say to anyone. He felt loose and shiny.
He burned in the presence of his mother.
I hardly know you anymore, she said leaning against the doorway of his room.
It had rained suddenly at suppertime,
now sunset was startling drops at the window. Stale peace of old bedtimes
filled the room. Love does not
make me gentle or kind, thought Geryon as he and his mother eyed each other
from opposite shores of the light.
He was filling his pockets with money, keys, film. She tapped a cigarette
on the back of her hand.
I put some clean T-shirts in your top drawer this afternoon, she said.
Her voice drew a circle
around all the years he had spent in this room. 

ANALYSIS:

Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson (1998) is a piece of experimental fiction written in verse. It is based on the Greek Myth that follows Geryon and Herakles’s Tenth Labor, where Herakles. The novel re-tells this narrative as a coming-of-age romance in a contemporary setting. In chapter 9 of the novel, ‘IX. SPACE AND TIME’, Carson lays out a scene where Geryon’s mother addresses her fourteen-year-old son her concern that their relationship is growing distant, as he prepares to leave to spend more time with his new friend, Herakles. Geryon is reluctant to discuss her concerns with her. The chapter is slow, mellow and melancholic, shaped by Carson’s use of multiple literary elements, including figurative language, setting and characterisation. 

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Australian Classics: Literature and Film - Analysis of 'Train Journey' by Judith Wright

 Train Journey by Judith Wright

Glassed with cold sleep and dazzled by the moon,
out of the confused hammering dark of the train
I looked and saw under the moon’s cold sheet
your delicate dry breasts, country that built my heart;

and the small trees on their uncoloured slope
like poetry moved, articulate and sharp
and purposeful under the great dry flight of air,
under the crosswise currents of wind and star.

Clench down your strength, box-tree and ironbark.
Break with your violent root the virgin rock.
Draw from the flying dark its breath of dew
till the unliving come to life in you.

Be over the blind rock a skin of sense,
under the barren height a slender dance…

I woke and saw the dark small trees that burn
suddenly into flowers more lovely than the white moon.

Analysis

Poet Judith Wright wrote Train Journey in 1953. It is a reflection of her experiences riding on trains and homage to the landscape that she sees while travelling.