A Green Thought: Private Minds

Dorian Gray

It is a great shame that it is so difficult to make personal experience count in professional or academic writing.

The first time I attempted genuine research was looking at Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray through the lens of dysmorphophobia, or body dysmorphic disorder. Of course, it wasn’t random reading of somatoform disorder textbooks that brought this match to my attention, but personal experience. And, to be honest, personal experience does not always match what textbooks or research papers have to say.

There’s a scene where Dorian’s portrait is revealed, and Dorian is momentarily ecstatic with it, then inexplicably miserable. It’s one of many emotional episodes that seem so tangibly familiar to me, yet so difficult to map credibly and analytically into academic writing. This is probably why, despite being my most unique piece of work, it has never become anything more than a reference in a personal newspaper article on the subject of BDD.

The same scenario surfaces for Andrew Marvell. His lyric poems become more profoundly clear with time due to my own experiences and psychological nuances. My own sense of public and private draws me ever closer and makes me ever more fascinated with the man. And yet, paradoxically, the closer I get to the poems in this way, the harder it is to write about them.

Society is all but rude
To this delicious solitude.

‘The Garden’

In the early 1650s Marvell returned from London to the rural West Riding of Yorkshire. His lyric verse, available to us now, shows struggles with his private conscience at the disparity between public and private lives.

Today, I ask myself why I am still up North rather than back in the active hotbed of the capital. Being up here offers me a particular, if isolating, balance of activity and solitude that is fairly addictive. My family are largely detached from my private life and my writing; hence, there is a personal chasm into which I can fall.

As was clearly the case for Marvell, such solitude is not the answer to life’s difficult questions, but sometimes it offers a consolation. It comes not without difficulties but with knowledge that there is little capacity for alternatives. Believe it or not, there is stability in nothingness. Opportunity, on the other hand, too often precedes disappointment.

Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less,
Withdraws into its happiness:
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find;
Yet it creates, transcending these
Far other worlds and other seas;
Annihilating all that’s made
To a green thought in a green shade.

This wonderful stanza offers me plenty that I can identify with, but in my head rather than in words. The pastoral picture swells virally in the inhibited space until it implodes. It makes me think of Aragorn’s words to Éowyn in Return of the King signalling that all is unrequited: “it is but a shadow and a thought that you love”. The realisation is enough to blow a world apart.

This is the beautiful thing about ‘The Garden’: Marvell knows what matters, if only to himself. When all becomes a thought in shade, the most important word of the entire poem becomes the adjective which describes them: Green. A typically ambiguous word for Marvell to use, ‘green’ reflects new life and vitality, yet also jealousy and sickness.

There are holes in Marvell’s life. In this idyllic Paradise, Marvell’s ‘Eve’ is nowhere to be found. Elsewhere, in Upon Appleton House (1651), 14 year old Maria Fairfax lights a candle for Marvell (although in what capacity it is awkward to say). In the Mower poems, the mysterious female figure of Juliana drives the tormented, somewhat hormonal mower to absolute distraction and possible suicide.

Professionally, it is difficult to comment. Privately, it is not. There is barely any information about Marvell’s relationships in his 56 years, if any occurred. All we do know is that he may well have been married for the last 12 years of his life without anyone else knowing. This could be fraudulent, and we could be talking about a man who remained unattached, virginal, impotent, or a closet homosexual. Or, it is legitimate and we have a man so deathly secretive about his private dealings that we really just do not know regardless. But there is enough in his private lyrics to tell us that women are enough of a source of hurt and of longing.

Approaching the age of 27, I really do feel for the man. Pull in the most famous of Marvell’s poems, ‘To His Coy Mistress’ (which is anything but a seduction poem) in this context and you get the sense of frustration and confusion. Women can destroy a man who allows it to happen. Take a man lacking in confidence (as Marvell’s early poems seem to suggest), and the mental struggle can be damaging enough.

It seems ironic that the deepest of personal and private connections, as reached through literature, must almost indefinitely remain private. Perhaps there is a particular skill to writing about this kind of thing, but not everything is as clear cut and easily referenceable as we would like. Some distinctly private experiences seem destined to remain that way.

Two paradises ’twere in one
To live in Paradise alone.

Burton Agnes, near Driffield, in the East Riding of Yorkshire

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