How do you deal with negative recurring themes through your life that end up instilling a deep pessimism? As a woman about choosing a spouse who holds the same detested personality traits as a disliked father.Take Sylvia Plath:” Trying to relate all references of father and husband to Otto Plath and Ted Hughes is ultimately a futile exercise. “Daddy” contains clever elusions to power and domination, and the inner subconscious lust for destruction, which are as much human characteristics as they are masculine, seen by the fact they are represented by Nazism as well as male characters.” Read More: http://neoenglishsystem.blogspot.com/2010/12/sylvia-plaths-poem-daddy.html
You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.
Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time—
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one grey toe
Big as a Frisco seal …. (Sylvia Plath, Daddy)
Its a rejection of ideology. We detest in the other, in many cases, what we either possess ourselves or fear of becoming. In Plath’s case the fathers domination of the child through the power-lust relation and the intense inner dislike as narcissistic behavior; there is an attraction and an equal pull of repulsion. An idolizing and a desire to destroy the idol. Plath’s vision was both enigmatic and transparent; a world stuck between the surreal subconscious and almost inaccessible memories that constitute an unattainable nostalgic past. She was on the edge between repression and disavowal, saved by a determined deconstruction of the ways we manufacture innocence.
Plath was working on the theory of objects acquiring various meanings when juxtaposed with the memory of the viewer. In Daddy, this memory was the man disrupting, in nightmarish fashion, a woman’s dream of love as a dark force of intrusion into a childlike fantasy: the chasm between a mythic fairy tale world and dull, evil and obscure reality. When the cord holding the memories broke, at her father’s death, objects now assumed a novel and disconcerting guise, an aura that reflected a disturbing relationship between the incoherent known and the incomprehensible unknown;If art,and what could be termed the “truth” of art, existing at an inflection point between “the nude” and “being naked,” we can see how the unconscious can create a shame for being ashamed, a continuous cycle, an eternal recurrence of raw and painful and exhausting encounters.
It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obscene
An engine, an engine
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew….
In ‘Daddy’ Plath seems to have gained more agreesive and disturbing feelings towards her father. As other comments have said the poem also appears to be about Ted Hughes – “every women adores a facist”, perhaps Plaths bitterness towards her father only really surfaced after realising that she had married someone like him (Ted Hughes). Therefore, ‘The Bell Jar’ seems t
ve a more innocent and confused veiw of her father whilst ‘Daddy’ expresses extreme resentment possibly because Plath believes he drove her to marry someone exactly like him……… Read More: http://neoenglishsystem.blogspot.com/2010/12/sylvia-plaths-poem-daddy.html
…The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
Are not very pure or true.
With my gypsy ancestress and my weird luck
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be a bit of a Jew.
I have always been scared of *you*,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You—…
…Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.
You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who
Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do….
Another mystifying contradiction is the speaker’s self-image. Through the first nine or so stanzas, the speaker portrays herself as the victim made explicit through numerous references to Jews and the Holocaust. She also mentions Gypsies, another ostracized group, and talks about her fear of Daddy. However she then goes on to talk about her love of the rack and the screw, a certain sense of distorted enjoyment, though it could also be read as being cynical. Read More: http://neoenglishsystem.blogspot.com/2010/12/sylvia-plaths-poem-daddy.html a
And a love of the rack and the screw.
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I’m finally through.
The black telephone’s off at the root,
The voices just can’t worm through.
If I’ve killed one man, I’ve killed two—
The vampire who said he was you
and drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.
There’s a stake in your fat, black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always *knew* it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I’m through.