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February 2005 : Feature Guest Columnist: YvonneBlomer

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12 O'Clock News
As you all know, tonight is the night of the full moon, half the world over. But here the moon gooseneck lamp seems to hang motionless in the sky. It gives very little light; it could be dead. Visibility is poor. Nevertheless, we shall try to give you some idea of the lay of the land and the present situation. The escapement that rises abruptly from the central plain is in heavy shadow, but the elaborate terracing of its southern glacis gleams faintly in the dim light, like fish scales. What endless labor those typewriter small, peculiarly shaped terraces represent! And yet, on them the welfare of this tiny principality depends. A slight landslide occurred in the northwest about an hour ago. The exposed soil appears to be of poor pile of mss. quality: almost white, calcareous, and shaly. There are believed to have been no casualties. Almost due north, our aerial reconnaissance reports the discovery of a large rectangular field, hitherto typed sheet unknown to us, obviously man-made. It is darkspeckled. An airstrip? A cemetery? In this small, backward country, one of the most backward left in the world today, communications are crude and industrialization and its products envelopes almost nonexistent. Strange to say, however, signboards are on a truly gigantic scale. We have also received reports of a mysterious, oddly
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::Arc Poetry::How Poems Work::Yvonne Blomer on Elizabeth Bishop's "12 O'Clock News"::

shaped, black structure, at an undisclosed distance to the east. Its presence was revealed only because its highly polished surface catches such feeble moonlight as prevails. The natural resources of the country being far from completely known to us, there is the possibility that this may be, or may contain, some powerful and terrifying secret weapon. On the other hand, given what we do ink-bottle know, or have learned from our anthropologists and sociologists about this people, it may well be nothing more than a numen , or a great altar recently erected to one of their gods, to which, in their present historical state of superstition and helplessness, they attribute magical power, and may even regard as a savior, one last hope of rescue from their grave difficulties. At last! One of the elusive natives has been spotted! He appears to berather, to have beena unicyclist-courier, who may have met his end by falling from the height of the escarpment because typewriter of the deceptive illumination. Alive, he would have eraser been small, but undoubtedly proud and erect, with the thick, bristling black hair typical of the indigenes. From our superior vantage point, we can clearly see into a sort of dugout, possibly a shell crater, a nest of soldiers. They lie heaped together, wearing the camouflage battle dress intended for winter warfare. They are in hideously contorted position, all dead. We can make out at least eight bodies. These uniforms were designed to be used in guerilla ashtray warfare on the country's one snow-covered mountain peak. The fact that these poor soldiers are wearing them here , on the plain, gives further proof, if proof were necessary, either of the childishness and hopeless impracticality of this inscrutable people, our opponents, or of the sad corruption of their leaders. From The Completer Poems: 1927-1979 , by Elizabeth Bishop. Copyright 1979, 1983 by Alice Helen Methfessel. Used by permission of Farrar, Straus and Giroux, LLC. All rights reserved.1 . See book.

The Mass Media and the Writer in Elizabeth Bishops 12 OClock News
Elizabeth Bishop was born in Worcester, Massachusetts. After her fathers death, when she was less than a year old, her mother entered a sanitarium and Elizabeth lived with her mothers family in Great Village, NS. She had poor health during her childhood and spent much of her time reading, writing poetry and playing the piano. In the poem, 12 OClock News, Bishop looks at our ability to feel alienated from the world around us, even when that world is occupied by familiar objects. Each object on the left and each description on the right works in interplay between object and image to create metaphor. The objects from her desk are metaphors for the descriptions that go with them, but the descriptions are also metaphors for the objects, for the wider world, the mass media and the writer herself. Bishop builds from the light (i.e. her gooseneck lamp) and works outward to show all the objects that are illuminated and what they are capable of being.
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::Arc Poetry::How Poems Work::Yvonne Blomer on Elizabeth Bishop's "12 O'Clock News"::

The poem can be read as a commentary on the mass media and how it portrays foreign landscapes. During the early part of the Iraqi war the grey-green surveillance footage depicted an alien world in a way that could only heighten the viewers sense that Iraq is different and its people in the dark. Similarly, in the first stanza of 12 OClock News, Bishop compares the dim light her reading lamp gives to the light emitted by the moon. She writes, tonight is the night of the full moon, half the world over, which has something in common with where the reader is, while the place the reporter is in is different, less illuminated. In fact, the reporter suggests that the moon where she is could be dead, reinforcing the contrast between being in the light and knowing, and being in the dark and not knowing. In an essay on 12 OClock News, Karen Lee argues that Bishop wants to question our trust of perceived truths (Clouded Perceptions in Elizabeth Bishops 12 Oclock News). In questioning these perceptions, Bishop highlights the different ways we see the world based on how familiar we are with a place, or object. Because the reporter in the poem can not see well, her perceptions are thrown off. However, she still makes judgments: In this small, backward country, one of the most backward left in the world today. In addition to providing a commentary on mass media, Bishop, as a writer, bestows symbolic value on the seven objects in 12 OClock News. From the mechanics of the lamp and typewriter grows the pile of manuscripts that, in turn, brings about the typed sheets and envelopes. The objects combine to create a landscape as well as a sense of writerly progression. Her typewriter is the very thing that her welfare, as the tiny principality, depends upon; her manuscripts form a landslide whose soil is of poor quality. Each typed sheet is either an airstrip or a cemetery, and envelopes, either that she sends letters to friends or that she sends her poems out into the world in, are crude forms of communication. The ink bottle takes on indescribable religious power. The idea of it as a savior, to the poet, as the last hope of rescue from her grave difficulties is literal and figurative. Bishop is living off her writing, but also the act of writing is mysterious and only meaningful if illuminated in some way, if understood. The ashtray stanza shows several soldiers in a heap, all dead. They are ineffective and there is little in the way of sorrow at their deaths. Weve been set up not to empathize with the people in this foreign place. Bishop presents us with items and a description of those items that allows for more than one reading: she shows both their proximity and distance. But she is as cool and calculating in describing these objects as a reporter would be showing war. In doing so, Bishop makes not only the news media culpable but also the act of writing and thus the poet herself.

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Yvonne Blomers poetry has won awards and been published in Canadian literary journals, in addition to being in the upcoming anthology In Fine Form: An Anthology of Canadian Form Poetry. She lives in the UK where she is doing her MA in Creative Writing at the University of East Anglia. YvonneBlomer posted by Arc on February 01, 2005 permalink | comments cats: Features tags: Elizabeth Bishop | Yvonne Blomer | poetry | poets Subscribe to this feed Email this Technorati Links Add to del.icio.us Digg This! Furl This

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