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Girl Powdering her Neck by Cathy
Song is written with a painting
perspective with reference to
Ukiyo-e by Utamaro. The present
poem is based on a picture,
a special kind of Japanese woodprint
by famous printer Utamaro; she
meditates on the art intently
until she gains a vision on
the life of the courtesan (rich
prostitute) depicted on it,
and on the nature of human beauty
and appearance. The poem describes
the image of a girl printed
in Ukiyo-e. The whole description
is of painting, and the painting
is the image of bathroom, the
time is morning and the girl
is inside the bathroom.
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Outside the bathroom,
there is a pair of slippers.
She is taking bath inside
bathroom, her body is
emitting vapor, and
she kneels down to check
her beauty in the mirror.
Girl is trying her best
to make herself attractive
and seductive. She has
to give the impression
of being beautiful.
She is trying to make
her skin soft. She is
professional prostitute,
she practices pleasure,
she has to give pleasure
to other body, she has
to do everything not
for herself but for
other, she is just objectified.
She encounters males
whom she does not know.
She has been practicing
pleasure. |
She puts the clothing revealing
the nape of her neck and curve
of shoulders. Some of her body
is uncovered. She has to appear
seductive to males. She has
been preparing herself in such
a way to attract males. The
girl belongs to lower strata
of the society, her occupation
is her compulsion. It is something,
she is made to choose. Throughout
the poem, the girl is silence,
but for the first time, she
opens her mouth as if she is
going to speak something or
break the symmetry of silence,
but she closes her mouth. She
is trying to express her existential
angst. She is not perhaps satisfied
with her job. Therefore she
might have tried to relieve
herself through expressions,
but immediately after that she
becomes aware of social reality.
Until now, she alone is the
sole witness to what she does.
But after expression, the whole
society will come to know what
she does. Then there will be
double exploitations social
cum physical upon her. In order
to avoid this social exploitation,
she remains silent. Her reality
is vast and unpresentable. The
capitalistic institution transforms
the human beings into monetary
beings and one is compelled
to earn for living at any cost.
This girl is dancing as per
the demand of capitalism but
her male partners remain free
when she suffers. She is representative
of humanity in general. This
poetry is trying to show that
social life and professional
life as prostitute cannot exist
together. If she wants to live
professional life, she should
leave social life. If she wants
to live social life, she cannot
leave professional life so she
has to leave one for other.
Girl Powdering her Neck - Poem
by Cathy Song
from
a ukiyo-e print by Utamaro
The
light is the inside
sheen of an oyster shell,
sponged with talc and vapor,
moisture from a bath.
A pair of slippers
are placed outside
the rice-paper doors.
She kneels at a low table
in the room,
her legs folded beneath her
as she sits on a buckwheat pillow.
Her
hair is black
with hints of red,
the color of seaweed
spread over rocks.
Morning begins the ritual
wheel of the body,
the application of translucent
skins.
She practices pleasure:
the pressure of three fingertips
applying powder.
Fingerprints of pollen
some other hand will trace.
The
peach-dyed kimono
patterned with maple leaves
drifting across the silk,
falls from right to left
in a diagonal, revealing
the nape of her neck
and the curve of a shoulder
like the slope of a hill
set deep in snow in a country
of huge white solemn birds.
Her face appears in the mirror,
a reflection in a winter pond,
rising to meet itself.
She
dips a corner of her sleeve
like a brush into water
to wipe the mirror;
she is about to paint herself.
The eyes narrow
in a moment of self-scrutiny.
The mouth parts
as if desiring to disturb
the placid plum face;
break the symmetry of silence.
But the berry-stained lips,
stenciled into the mask of beauty,
do not speak.
Two
chrysanthemums
touch in the middle of the lake
and drift apart.
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