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Adrienne Rich's "Diving into the Wreck"

Adrienne Rich

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Wreck of cargo ship "E. Russ"

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Which "Book of Myths"?

Edward Hirsch: "There isn’t a single 'book of myths'.”

Diving into the Wreck

Diving into the Wreck: Poems 1971-1972
Diving into the Wreck: Poems 1971-1972

This collection includes the poem, "Diving into the Wreck."

 

Introduction: The Fraud of the Feminist Literary Canon

Adrienne Rich's speaker in "Diving into the Wreck" claims that she has read THE book of myths. Note that by stating she has read "THE book of myths," she is implying that there is only one "book of myths."

This unfortunate beginning leaves the speaker's thought processes nowhere to go to explore truth. By beginning with an absurd reductionist claim the speaker alerts the perceptive reader that her following drama will be a spiel based on pure fabrication.

While the speaker creates a fascinating, metaphorical undersea diving expedition, she also creates a disturbing, abysmally inaccurate bunch of hokum. Readers who have even a slight knowledge of history and literary studies are left scratching their heads wondering how such nauseating drivel can pass as poetry.

Of course, the main problem is that this piece is propaganda, not poetry at all. It serves to perpetuate the radical feminist false premise that "patriarchy" is the bane of women's existence.

The feminist argument that demeans the masculine half of the population has been debunked by many clear thinking researchers, who have realized the bankruptcy of that inane ideology.

However, the American literary canon will remain littered with the debris of the so-called feminist poets, who have spread their shattered straw men throughout the poetry world.

Ungrounded and Oversimplified

Cary Nelson has claimed: " 'Diving into the Wreck' is hardly a concrete or thoroughly grounded poem since the androgyny it supplies oversimplifies sexuality and is itself a myth."

Adrienne Rich reading "Diving into the Wreck"

Commentary

While the poet, Adrienne Rich, may top the list for angry, ahistorical blathering, it must be acknowledged that Rich did compose one poem that stands the test of time as a truly successful piece; that poem is "Living in Sin." It is truly sad and a loss to the literary world that Rich failed to compose more truth-telling pieces like "Living in Sin."

Unfortunately, "Diving into he Wreck," a poem much more widely anthologized then Rich's fine successful "Living in Sin." does not attain the literary value of Rich's masterpiece.

The ten versagraphs of Adrienne Rich's "Diving into the Wreck" dramatize the speaker/reader's metaphorical journey to explore the nature of a non-existent catastrophe.

What is a "Versagraph"?

Term coined by Linda Sue Grimes. It conjoins the terms "verse" and "paragraph" which is the standard unit of free verse poetry.

First Versagraph: "First having read the book of myths"

Adrienne Rich's speaker in "Diving into the Wreck" claims that she has read the book of myths, implying that there in only one "book of myths."

The speaker does not identify any book of myths she had read, a significant omission because there are many books of myths—Hindu, Buddhist, Judaic, Christian, Islamic, ancient Greek and Roman, and these identify only the five major religions and the two ancient cultural nationalities that have influenced Western civilization from its beginning.

So the reader must assume that this unnamed "book of myths" is a concoction of the speaker's imagination. One might imagine that the book this speaker has read is titled, The Patriarchs and How They Keep the Matriarchs in a Subservient Role.

So thus armed with the information, the speaker gathered from reading this non-existent book of myths, the speaker prepares for her journey. She takes a camera and sharp knife with her. She dresses like a scuba-diver in "body-armor of black rubber / the absurd flipper / the grave and awkward mask."

Surely, such a contraption has been concocted by the "patriarchy"; should she not concoct her own gear for such a journey?

Lest readers think she is really going on a Cousteau-like diving expedition, she disabuses them of that notion—she will not be aboard "the sun-flooded schooner" with "an assiduous team"; she will be here alone. She will remain in her library/study while examining further the unidentified "book of myths."

The speaker creates an extended metaphor likening her scrutiny of the book of myths to diving down to a shipwreck. She compares herself to the divers who plunge deep below the Atlantic to gather information about the Titanic.

The speaker, therefore, has made a judgment about that book of myths; it is like a giant ocean liner that hit an iceberg and sank into the sea, and now this brave speaker will determine the cause and possibly salvage whatever she can from the wreck.

Second Versagraph: "There is a ladder"

The speaker notes the ladder, which she uses to descend into the water. The ladder "is always there / hanging innocently." The comic effect jars the senses: what would a guilty ladder do? Hang guiltily, one supposes.

Also rather comical is the claim, "We know what it is for / we who have used it." Whether they have used it or not, who over the age of two does not know what a ladder is for?

The absurdities are beginning to accrue, damaging the credibility of this speaker and achievement of the art, especially her remark about the ladder, which, if it were not used, would be merely, "a piece of maritime floss / some sundry equipment." Of course, any equipment that has no specific use would be considered superfluous.

Third Versagraph: "I go down"

The diver/reader descends the ladder into the ocean and cannot tell "when the ocean / will begin." She reports that her flippers cripple her, and she crawls like an insect down the ladder. She seems to have difficulty approaching that "book of myths."

Lack of Imagination

"I absolutely cannot imagine what it would be like to be a woman in a non-patriarchal society." --Adrienne Rich

Fourth Versagraph: "First the air is blue and then"

The speaker describes the color of the air, seeming to have forgotten that her metaphor created a diver entering the ocean: there would be no air. She claims she is "blacking out," but she also claims that her mask is powerful. The mask does a remarkable thing: "it pumps my blood with power."

Another absurdity, the mask protects the diver from drowning by covering her nose and furnishing oxygen; it has nothing to do with pumping blood. Alone, she has to learn to how turn her body in the water.

Fifth Versagraph: "And now: it is easy to forget"

The diver/speaker now reports that she almost forgets why she came, as she observes the sea creatures that are used to their habitat, and that "you breathe differently down here"—another ludicrous remark, given the fact that she would be equipped with diving gear supplying the oxygen.

How obviously different from normal breathing, how useless to make such a mundane claim in a poem.

Sixth Versagraph: "I came to explore the wreck"

In a failed attempt to bring the metaphor together, she baldly states what the reader has known all along, "I came to explore the wreck." She adds, "The words are purposes. / The words are maps." Nothing new here to further her narrative. All agree that words have purpose and are similar to maps.

The speaker adds, "I came to see the damage that was done / and the treasures that prevail." Again, nothing new here, that is what all divers who explore shipwrecks do.

Seventh Versagraph: "the thing I came for"

The speaker then emphasizes that she came for the wreck itself "not the story of the wreck." This metaphorically presents a very huge problem. Remembering that the "wreck" is the "book of myths."

"Myths" are stories, and although she now claims she is really after the thing itself and not the myth, she has no way of securing that thing, because it exists only in the "book of myths."

The speaker/diver is now asking the reader to accept only her interpretation of the myths and not what others have found. She is implying that only she has truth of the thing; she can take the myth and make it not be a myth.

Eighth Versagraph: "This is the place"

In order to turn the wreck/myth into "the thing," she speaker creates a drama of a mermaid and merman who "circle silently / about the wreck / we dive into the hold. / I am she: I am he."

The diver/speaker now transforms herself from a mere reader/diver into an androgynous creature that has the delicious ability to report about the wreck merely because the speaker says so.

Ninth Versagraph: "whose drowned face sleeps with open eyes"

This creature is actually dead, displaying a "drowned face [that] sleeps with open eyes." The open eyes, unfortunately, cannot see any better than closed eyes when they are situated in the head of a corpse.

But then again, maybe they are not really dead, for she claims, "we are the half-destroyed instruments that once worked" but because of that iceberg now lie ruined beneath the waves.

Tenth Versagraph: "We are, I am, you are"

Apparently having grown tired of the water drama, the speaker sheds the scuba-gear and rouses up a universal, all-encompassing, profound statement: that pesky "book of myths" does not contain our names. Whose names?

The speaker need not answer the question; she has not even identified the "book of myths." She anticipates that by evoking a mound of clay, she can rely upon her feminist dupes to sculpt it any way they choose, to form any animal that suits their misinformed fancy.

Uncritical Acceptance

Cary Nelson has noted: "The reader who accepts her vision uncritically has probably repressed the real anxieties accompanying self-recognition and personal change."

© 2016 Linda Sue Grimes

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