Friday, June 29, 2007

Robert Browning

A man who reinvented the dramatic monologues. Robert Browning, who at first was hesitate with the arts, found his calling after seeing a powerful performance of Richard III. The performance was so great it inspired him to have many mini plays with poems. He felt that poems should be seen and not only read. In his first dramatic monologue “Porphyyria’s Lover,” Browning laid down his lunatic legacy. If you ever wanted to know the mind state of a killer or the thoughts running through their head, then ol’ Rob’s plays would have been the perfect ticket for you to buy.

In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
(versus 39-42 of Porphyria’s Lover)

Now you would think this was a confession of a serial killer, but in actuality this character is one of the most love devoted characters of any writing. The killer was in love with this women so much he could not stand to see her love go away from him even for a moment. The thing about the character is that you do not know his history. Has he loved and lost before and the thought of it happening again become to much for him? Has he killed before? You don’t even know how long these two have known each other? You do not know anything about these people except his love for was so strong that he could not stand for her love to leave him naturally. He would rather her leave him physically from his own hands than to go through the pain of her leaving him emotionally on her own. Now that is some hard love……….. ….With saying all that I will still have to say my man was crazy.…lol

2 comments:

Jonathan.Glance said...

Antoine,

Good focus on this poem--I think practically everyone who wrote on Browning commented on "Porphyria's Lover." Some good observations and reactions to the poem's ending. I would like a little more depth in the analysis, though.

Andrew Price said...

I like the fact that you notice that the reader does not know the history of the speaker. This makes it difficult to know exactly what is going through his head and whether the reader can even trust what he is saying. I like your take on the poem. Nice post!