Wednesday, 10 April 2013

Sonnet From a Mouse


I write poems about silly things - see here for my Ode to the McDonald's Chip if you don't believe me. This one is a sonnet about the mice that live in my bedroom walls, inspired by The Mouse's Petition.


SONNET FROM A MOUSE

I know you've seen me run around, 
But keep it secret, please.
We get so hungry underground, 
And I'm a fool for cheese. 

A chunk of cheddar on a trap 
Would be too much to bear: 
The bar would fall, my neck would snap.
I like to think you'd care.

So please don't say I'm in your house, 
Or I'll run out of time. 
I really am a clever mouse, 
I even speak in rhyme! 

So if you don't give me away
I'll live to see another day.




I've never thought about it before, but why are there so many poems about rodents? I compiled a list off the top of my head, but I'm sure there must be more.

The Mouse's PetitionAnna Laetitia Aikin (1773)


To a Mouse, Robert Burns (1785)


An Advancement of Learning, Seamus Heaney (1965) - page 21 on the link


Mice, Rose Fyleman (1932)


The Mouse and the Cake, Eliza Cook (1849) - page 2 on the link, but you should read all the Victorian moral poems for children because they are BRILLIANT. I like The Story of Augustus

who would Not have any Soup

and last, but definitely not least...

The Mouse's Tale, Lewis Carroll (part of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, published 1865) - you know the one I mean! It looks like this:




One thing I noticed is that none of these ones were written very recently - I suppose maybe improved pest control means that fewer people encounter rodents in their day to day lives? Or so you'd THINK! Welcome to country living. Don't even get me started on the glis glis...


So what about you? Any favourite poems about mice, rats or other rodents? Plonk them in the comments!




Thursday, 14 March 2013

I'm bisexual and here is a list of things I am not:





1) MYTHICAL

The next time someone says 'bisexuality is a myth' I'm going to say 'Woah, so does that make me a mythical being? RAD! Now I get to party with the unicorns!' and then I will dance like Adam West and everyone will be so dumbfounded that I shall win by default.

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Bliss Jennings: bringing back the Batusi since 2013

2) CONFUSED 

To all the people who say 'just pick one already': I think you might be missing the point? I mean, sexuality is fluid, but not in the 'you'll grow out of it' way that some people want it out to be. Me being the world's biggest Aiden fan most definitely WAS a phase (thank GOD). This isn't quite the same.

My favourite band, circa 2003

3) SLEEPING AROUND 

Any person should be able to sleep with as many people as they want to without incurring judgment, because slut-shaming is grim and why is it still a thing in 2013? But just because I like women and I also like men, that doesn't mean I automatically want to sleep with ALL women and ALL men. Stop inviting me to your awkward threesomes please.

Do not disappoint Tina Fey. 

4) ATTENTION SEEKING 

I really don't care if (straight) guys find (female) bisexuality appealing. If you really loved cheese (I kind of distrust people who hate cheese) wouldn't you get annoyed if people said that you only ate it to tantalise the small but probably vocal group of cheese fetishists who must exist somewhere in the depths of the internet? Bad example but you get the gist. Moving on.

Mmm. Sexy cheese. 

5) STRAIGHT/ A LESBIAN 

Oh come on already. Have you learnt nothing from the first four points? People think I'm sickeningly cute with my boyfriend. I also get a bit melty inside whenever I see Lana Del Rey. It's not a difficult concept to grasp.



There. Has that cleared things up a bit? Let's say yes, because that means I can eat cold Chinese food and marvel at how the new Pope looks a bit like Woody Allen, instead of typing as though I'm being pursued by the Furies. All for the good of society, right?

Monday, 4 February 2013

I'm reading... A Room of One's Own



'And thus by degrees was lit, half-way down the spine, which is the seat of the soul, not that hard little electric light which we call brilliance, as it pops in and out upon our lips, but the more profound, subtle, and subterranean glow which is the rich yellow flame of rational intercourse. No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself. We are all going to heaven and Vandyck is of the company - in other words, how good life seemed, how sweet its rewards, how trivial this grudge or that grievance, how admirable friendship and society of one's kind, as, lighting a good cigarette, one sank among the cushions in the window-seat.'
Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own 

Monday, 21 January 2013

A Weekend of Poe and Snow

Dying to know how I spent my weekend? Well you are in luck, good sir (or lady)! 

Part one: POE

'each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor'


On Saturday I occupied myself by imagining that Edgar Allan Poe had come back from the dead, in a twist reminiscent of his stories, to celebrate his 164th birthday in the land of the living. Alas, this remained a fantasy - the people who spent the day hanging out at his grave might have been a bit surprised if he just climbed out and started drinking.

Poe is one of my absolute favourites: he reminds me that every day can be Halloween if I want it to be and that sometimes there's nothing better than wallowing in the absurd melodrama that the Gothic genre serves up on a plate. Though, admittedly, neither of these things are ever that difficult for me. 

I feel as though every day should be Poe day. Are you with me? All together now: 'Once upon a midnight dreary'!

(A word of advice from a seasoned Poe-fan: don't read Berenice before bed if you are prone to dreams where your teeth fall out. Or is that just me? Please let it not be just me...)

Part two: SNOW

'The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?'
J. B. Priestly


This weekend, we woke to snow in our fairytale castle.

I spent Sunday morning at my window. I cranked my Victorian radiator up to full and stood in my underwear as I listened to the Edward Scissorhands theme and watched the snow fall. The flakes started out so fine that it looked as though a culinary inclined giant was sifting icing sugar over us, but they grew larger and softer and feathery as the day progressed. 

I could watch snow falling forever. The flakes glide and spin into patterns more beautiful than anything man made. The sky is bleached to white and the glow of the snow already fallen means that, even in the middle of the night, it never really gets dark. 

On Sunday afternoon, I set out alone to meet my friends in the warmth of the pub. The road was carpeted with snow and everything was still. There was nobody around when out of the blue I heard perfectly clear pan pipe music start to play. I have no idea where it came from but it reminded me of the lullaby Mr Tumnus plays to Lucy, and in those few seconds I thought: fuck it, why don't people just believe in magic?

And now it's one in the morning and I am bidding on vintage slips and discussing screenplays with my boyfriend when I know perfectly well that I'm supposed to have read the whole of Northanger Abbey by one in the afternoon. But you know what? I think I'm too happy to care. 

Friday, 30 November 2012

'I sometimes think we must all be mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait waistcoats': the themes of madness, melancholia and mania in 'Dracula', 'Frankenstein' and the work of Keats




It is an intrinsic part of human nature to question the things which we do not understand, and nowhere is this more apparent that in the study of the mind. However, eminently more fascinating than the idea of sanity is its antithesis: madness. From the medical Renaissance, when human dissections first revealed the duality of the body and mind, and up to the present day, as groundbreaking scientific discoveries emphasise the new importance of genetics in mental illness, the study of the mind has held us in its thrall for hundreds of years. The loss of mental control which madness represents, along with its bedfellows melancholia and mania, is an aspect of Gothic literature which remains relevant to a modern audience, particularly in this day and age when statistics show that the number of antidepressant prescriptions written by GPs increased by 95% in the 10 years between 1999 and 2009.[1]

The themes of madness, melancholia and mania run like threads throughout much of the work contained within the 19th century Gothic genre, fitting comfortably as they do with other common Gothic preoccupations: wanton women, forced imprisonment, drug addictions and, most importantly of all, that deeply Gothic type of tragedy in which a character is dragged towards a particularly dark fate and yet is powerless to stop his or her descent. Dracula, Frankenstein and the poetry of Keats, particularly Ode on Melancholy and Isabella, or the Pot of Basil, all feature varying degrees of this Gothic type of madness and are the perfect works with which to effect an exploration of madness in literature as well as forming interesting tableaux of generalised Victorian attitudes towards mental illness. As a young Victorian woman, you might be taken to a 'clinic' because you suffered from 'great irregularities of temper', were 'too assertive' in sending visiting cards to men and spent 'much time in serious reading'[2]; the literature of the time tends to reflects this kind of mentality. Though psychiatric treatment has been called the hidden side of medicine, many families have had some experience of mental illness in their recent history, making this subject one to which many people might relate.
These themes are central to 19th Century Gothic literature, helping to create that atmosphere which readers think of as particularly 'Gothic' and which is still an important part of contemporary writing. While not necessarily the most outwardly important theme of these works, the theme of madness is present and relevant in Dracula, Frankenstein and the poetry of Keats, and a little exploration reveals that the themes of madness, melancholia and mania are more central to these texts than perhaps some people imagine.

The idea of mental illness in Dracula is central to the novel on many levels, drawing as it does from both the belief in science that was a notable part of the Enlightenment as well as the backlash against it, which was characterised by a belief in the supernatural and which led to the Victorian popularity of ‘spiritualist’ pastimes, such as sรฉances and fortune telling. These two opposing schools of thought are portrayed in Dracula through the juxtaposition of Seward’s study of psychiatry with the uncontrollable loss of sanity represented by vampirism. Seward is written as a modern man, striving to make sense of the chaos in the minds of his patients, especially that of his ‘pet lunatic’ Renfield; ‘Why not advance science in its most difficult and vital aspect – the knowledge of the brain? Had I even the secret of one such mind – did I hold the key to the fancy of even one lunatic – I might advance my own branch of science to a pitch compared with which Burdon-Sanderson’s physiology or Ferrier’s brain knowledge would be as nothing’. The fact that Seward himself, the man who uses science and logic to solve the problems he faces in his day to day life, actually begins to doubt his own sanity – ‘What does it all mean? I am beginning to wonder if my long habit of life amongst the insane is beginning to tell upon my own brain’ – is Stoker’s way of showing that the cracks formed by the limitations of logical thought can easily be preyed upon by the mental parasites of madness, melancholia and mania.
 Like Mary Shelley and John Keats, Bram Stoker had some medical knowledge, in this case learnt mostly from his older brother, William Thornley, who was famed (and knighted) as the President of the Irish College of Surgeons and as a member of the Medico-Psychological Society. The fact that he held appointments at the two major Dublin asylums, left him ‘well-placed to advise on the activities and thought-processes of the doctors in Dracula[3]. The knowledge obtained through this family connection allowed Stoker to explore numerous types of mental illness in his writing, all of which add to the text in different ways. The mysterious character of Renfield, with his moments of alarming lucidity interspersed with periods of mania during which he becomes increasingly childlike, is genuinely disconcerting to the reader, while his perceived lack of free will plays into what was the contemporary fear of wrongful admittance to asylums.

Many adaptations of Dracula, both on film and on stage, merge the characters of Jonathan and Renfield into one character, usually called Renfield, as in the 1931 film Dracula and its Spanish-language counterpart Drรกcula. While this does simplify the story, it removes the enigma surrounding Renfield and actually reduces the power of the plot; Jonathan/Renfield must either be locked in an asylum or be a functioning member of society – he cannot be both and so, by necessity, a large section of the story must be removed. The asylum episode is a main component of Victorian Gothic or sensationalist literature, as shown in Lady Audley’s Secret and The Woman in White. However, the character of Jonathan is also central to the presentation of madness in Dracula. His entrapment in Dracula’s castle is marked by periods of melancholy and mania, and the reader is never entirely sure quite how much he has recovered even when he has left the care of the nuns.  The manner in which Jonathan is ‘infected’ with his madness and the way in which he carries it back into England ‘plays into contemporary notions of criminality and degeneration theory as well as an expression of fin-de-siรจcle concerns regarding the fear of the infiltration of syphilis into the Victorian family home.’[4] This is reinforced by the theory that Stoker himself died of tertiary syphilis, and the way in which ‘Dr Van Helsing, in an up-to-date manner, recommends ‘sterilisation’ of the earth-boxes to prevent the spread’.[5]

The fear of the infiltration of syphilis demonstrates the double standard perpetuated by the Victorians regarding sex and the treatment of women in general. Multiple sources give statistics showing that levels of diagnosed mental illness were far higher in women than in men. However, the repression of women and the constriction of their place within society meant that it was far easier for them to act in a way which was considered ‘unacceptable’ and therefore easier for them to be diagnosed as mad.  As vampirism begins to take hold of Mina, her moral impurity is shown by her increasingly loose grip on sanity‘It is all strange to me!’. Madness in literature was often associated with ‘wanton women’, and Stoker’s work can be interpreted as punishing Mina’s impurity with bouts of melancholy, just as Stoker punishes Lucy’s rather free-spirited approach to relationships with a horrendous descent into vampirism, a bloody staking and her eventual, tragic death.  

The themes of madness, melancholia and mania in Dracula point to wider issues regarding repression and mental illness that were at large in 19th century society. The whole concept behind Dracula would not have been nearly as effective in an atmosphere of sanity; it was the repression and darkness of Victorian society which helped to create and maintain the instability and horror of Stoker’s novel. Seward’s ‘habit’ of taking chloral hydrate, ‘the modern Morpheus’, points to the culture of drugs which existed fairly openly until the legislation of supposedly ‘medicinal’ prescriptions in the early 20th century. Although Seward denies that he is addicted to chloral, saying ‘I must be careful not to let it grow into a habit’, the fact that he stays awake all night when he does not take any points to something darker; ‘long-term use of chloral hydrate is associated with a rapid development of tolerance to its effects and possible addiction’.[6]

Similarly, many sources use letters written by Keats as evidence that his poetry was inspired by the effects of taking opium or laudanum. In Dowsed with the fume of poppies: Opium and John Keats, William B. Ober links a letter written by Keats to his older brother with the dreamy, languid style of Ode to Indolence, Ode to a Grecian Urn and Ode to a Nightingale[7]. Ober calls the opening lines of Ode to a Nightingale ‘pharmacologically explicit’; it is possible that, during the aftermath of his beloved brother’s death and as his own health worsened, Keats fell prey to a deep depression – ‘melancholia’, in the language of the time – and withdrew into the numbed and distant world of the opium-eaters. Hints of this kind of sensuousness and exoticism can be seen in poems such as The Eve of St Agnes, where Porphyro woos his lover with a feast emphasising the ‘luxuriousness and eroticism’[8] of food:
‘While he forth from the closet brought a heap
Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd;

With jellies soother than the creamy curd,

And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon;

Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd

From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one,
From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.

Though Dorian Gray was perhaps not an average Victorian, when Oscar Wilde wrote, ‘There were opiates for remorse, drugs that could lull the mortal sense to sleep’, he was vocalising the Victorian relationship between ordinary citizens and what would today be controlled substances; even good, sensible Mina Harker asks Dr Seward for a ‘little opiate of some kind, as [she] had not slept well the night before’.

The mental instability of many Victorians, often caused by drugs such as chloral hydrate and opium, gave rise to a theory regarding the supernatural elements of Dracula: Andrรฉs Romero Jรณdar theorises in his essay Bram Stoker’s Dracula:  A Study on the Human Mind and Paranoid Behaviour that Stoker’s work can be read as a testimony of folie ร  deux (‘shared madness’), a form of collective psychosis similar to that demonstrated in Miller’s play The Crucible. The first person view point of the novel, told as it is mainly through personal letters, journals or transcribed phonograph recordings, makes this idea an arguable theory: as Romero Jรณdar points out, early in the novel ‘Harker, as the only source of focalization, depicts the Count as a Machiavellian, mischievous figure... The attentive reader should ask him/herself whether we can really trust his words’. This is a point also made in Timothy Morton’s lecture, ‘Frankenstein: Monsters R Us’, when he questioned the extent to which a reader could ever truly trust a first person narrator and how this affects a reading of the story-within-a-story narrative of Frankenstein. The very nature of a first person narrative, closed off as it is from external influences, seems to encourage an atmosphere of madness: it seems fitting that it is a literary technique employed by both Shelley and Stoker.

If one form of mental illness was to be selected to encapsulate the 19th century mentality, it is likely that it would be hysteria: defined by Webster’s Online Dictionary as, ‘A nervous affection, occurring almost exclusively in women, in which the emotional and reflex excitability is exaggerated, and the will power correspondingly diminished, so that the patient loses control over the emotions, becomes the victim of imaginary sensations, and often falls into paroxism or fits’[9]. Though hysteria was always thought of as a primarily female illness – the term itself is derived from the Greek word for ‘womb’ – one of the main similarities between portrayals of mental illness in Dracula and Frankenstein is the way in which both Stoker and Shelley write examples of male hysteria into their novels, the most important of the men in question being Abraham Van Helsing and Victor Frankenstein.  Both authors choose to bypass the stereotype of hysteria being an affliction for women, or occasionally lower class men, and assign the disorder to their central, male characters. Stoker’s description of Van Helsing’s hysterics as a reaction to Lucy’s traumatic death, told from the point of view of Dr Seward, is an interesting one:

'The moment we were alone in the carriage he gave way to a regular fit of hysterics. He has denied to me since that it was hysterics, and insisted that it was only his sense of humour asserting itself under very terrible conditions. He laughed till he cried, and I had to draw down the blinds lest anyone should see us and misjudge; and then he cried till he laughed again; and then laughed and cried together, just as a woman does. I tried to be stern with him, as one is to a woman under the circumstances; but it had no effect. Men and women are so different in manifestations of nervous strength or weakness!'

In this passage, Stoker acknowledges the stereotype of the female hysteric, and Van Helsing, rather bizarrely, attempts to pass off his fit as merely seeing the funny side of distinctly unamusing circumstances. However, by depicting the events through the lens of Seward’s medical mind, Stoker reinforces the symptomatic nature of hysteria, and Joanne Parsons theorises that ‘this feminised ‘madness’ is used as a means to illustrate the severity of the threat that is posed by Dracula.[10]
The hysteria of Victor Frankenstein is far more important within the book than that of Van Helsing; Shelley uses it to point to other, more widespread issues about Victor’s masculinity and sexuality. In the essay Androgyny in Frankenstein, Brendan O’Leary writes that ‘even when Victor pulls out of each of his hysterical states he is unable to return to his old masculine self’[11]; the episode after the creation of the Creature, when Victor falls into a deep depression and is nursed back to health by Clerval, has a profound effect on Victor’s mental and physical health. Frankenstein’s nervous fit in the aftermath of his great and terrible achievement in bringing the Creature to life is reminiscent of Van Helsing’s hysteria, though more dramatic and told from the perspective of the sufferer:

‘I felt my flesh tingle with excess of sensitiveness, and my pulse beat rapidly. I was unable to remain for a single instant in the same place; I jumped over the chairs, clapped my hands, and laughed aloud. Clerval at first attributed my unusual spirits to joy on his arrival; but when he observed me more attentively he saw a wildness in my eyes for which he could not account; and my loud, unrestrained, heartless laughter frightened and astonished him.’

This could be interpreted as being reminiscent of puerperal fever, often contracted in the aftermath of childbirth; having achieved the feat of creating a ‘child’ asexually, it would seem ironic that Victor falls prey to hysteria, something so traditionally and intrinsically feminine. Unlike Van Helsing, Frankenstein’s hysteria progresses to visual hallucinations – ‘I imagined that the monster seized me; I struggled furiously, and fell down in a fit’ – and he suffers from ‘a nervous fever’ for ‘several months’. It is possible that Shelley visualised this as some form of existential sexual crisis; did Victor create his creature to ‘satisfy a homosexual desire’[12], a ‘desire that turns quickly to panic’[13]? Victor’s feverish observation at the ‘birth’ of his creation - ‘the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart’ – could certainly point to internalised homophobia, and the shock of realisation was perhaps strong enough to send Victor spiralling down into some sort of psychosomatic brain fever.

The ideas of obsession and ‘monomania’ – a popular 19th century term used to diagnose someone who unhealthily fixated on a single subject or idea – are important themes within Gothic literature. The notion of focusing so intently on one thing that everything else in your life suffers is prominent in works such as Wuthering Heights – Nelly speaks of Heathcliff’s ‘monomania on the subject of his departed idol’ – and no less than seven stories by Edgar Allan Poe[14]. Victor Frankenstein’s monomania stems from the loss of his mother, driving him to pour all of his time and energy into developing a way to cheat death and, later, to create life. Even Victor himself accepts that his endeavour is an unhealthy one, saying ‘I had worked hard for nearly two years, for the sole purpose of infusing life into an inanimate body. For this I had deprived myself of rest and health. I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation’ (emphasis mine). One critic commented on Shelley’s inclusion of this level of obsession:

‘Mary Shelley's Frankenstein emphasizes the dangers of monomania by illustrating how Victor Frankenstein's obsessive pursuit to defeat death leads to the destruction of his own friends and family, and eventually, himself.   In the beginning Frankenstein is portrayed as a bright and intelligent young boy with a deep interest in science.   However, his obsessive pursuit of his scientific "invention" and consequent reckless disregard of moral and social values leads to the downward spiral in his life.’[15]

The theme of monomania in the poetry of Keats is a different matter, since it seems to be more of a reflection of Keats’ own obsessions and preoccupations than a conscious inclusion to aid the development of a particular literary style. His sonnet When I have Fears that I may Cease to be, written three years before his death vocalises his fears that death will cut short his plans for poetic mastery – ‘When I have fears that I may cease to be/ Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain’ – his brother Tom died in the same year and Keats was obviously worried about the extent to which he had exposed himself to his brother’s tuberculosis.  Keats focused on what some call the ‘small, slow acts of death’ in everyday life – ‘The end of a lover’s embrace, the images on an ancient urn, the reaping of grain in autumn—all of these are not only symbols of death, but instances of it’[16]; Keats works the theme of death into poems on entirely different subjects, such as Ode to a Nightingale – ‘Now more than ever seems it rich to die,/ To cease upon the midnight with no pain’. Keats’ obsession with death and his own mortality weaves its way into most of his poetry, whether Isabella’s brothers who ‘resolved in some forest dim/ To kill Lorenzo, and there bury him’ in Isabella, or the Pot of Basil, or the death of the year implied by the cycle of the seasons in To Autumn. Keats sought to become immortal through his poetry, just as Dorian Gray became immortal through his portrait, though the poet succeeded where Wilde’s character failed - Keats’ obsessions with his work ensured his eternal remembrance.

Even after he had abandoned his medical career, Keats was left with the mind of a doctor: the characters in his narrative poems are frequently described in a symptomatic manner which gives clues as to what they are feeling. Richard Marggraf Turley, in his book Bright stars: John Keats, Barry Cornwall and Romantic literary culture, is of the opinion that Isabella ‘registers Keats’ interest in mental ailments typically associated with women, such as the newly coined ‘monomania’, a category of melancholia with features of what would now be classed as ‘obsessive compulsive disorder’; the mania with which she searches for her ‘basil-pot’ in the final verses of the poem definitely points towards some sort of debilitating obsession, something Keats would have been familiar with after his experiences as a dresser in Guy’s Hospital, the lunatic wing of which only admitted female patients after 1793.

Keats’ own periods of depression add to the exploration of madness as a theme in his poetry. Melancholy was defined as ‘mental confusion, madness, illusions, fear, anguish, disorders of the consciousness that would be considered in nowadays as deep depression.’[17] In Ode on Melancholy, Keats utilises information garnered from Burton’s The Anatomy of Melancholy, which he was reading at the same time; ‘Keats echoes Burton’s view that anyone subject to melancholy should make the best of his moods’[18]. Keats’ poem does just this, with the first stanza telling the reader what not to do – forget your sorrow (‘go to Lethe’), commit suicide (‘kist by Nightshade’) etc – and the second stanza telling the reader what to do instead – ‘glut thy sorrow on a morning rose’. The fact that Keats includes obsession, or melancholic preoccupation, in his list of things which those suffering from depression are wont to do – ‘Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be/ Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl/ A partner in your sorrow's mysteries’ – shows that Keats had a full understanding of both the medical, symptomatic side of depression as well as the human, emotional perspective. In his poetry, Keats reconciles the two halves of himself; the trained doctor, and the grieving man.

It is clear that 19th century Gothic literature relied heavily upon the themes of madness, melancholia and mania, and the fact that modern readers remain preoccupied and enthralled by the horrors and obsessions of the genre nearly two centuries later shows that the issues dealt with are still prevalent within our society. When Bram Stoker, through the character of John Seward, said that ‘I sometimes think we must all be mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait waistcoats’, he was putting into words that feeling which so many of us have experienced when life seems unendurably complicated and we wonder how we will ever be able to cling on to our sanity when all around us seem to be losing theirs.



[1] Guardian – ‘Antidepressant use rises as recession feeds wave of worry', Rowenna Davis
[2] Herstoria.com - ‘Women and Madness’, Claire Jones

[3]Dracula (1897), Bram Stoker - Psychiatrists in 19th-century fiction’, Fiona Subotsky

[4] Madness and Literature Network – Dracula review, by Joanne Parsons
[5]Dracula (1897), Bram Stoker - Psychiatrists in 19th-century fiction’, Fiona Subotsky
[6] Wikipedia
[7] SEE APPENDIX 1
[8]The Eve of St Agnes’, Lilia Melani
[9] Webster’s Online Dictionary
[10] Madness and Literature Network – Dracula review, by Joanne Parsons
[11]Androgyny in Frankenstein’, Brendan O’Leary
[12]Themes’, by Jessica Gatto, Kimberly Johnson, Brandon Morrison, Jonathon Thornton
[13]The Cambridge Companion to Mary Shelley’, Esther Schor
[14] Berenice, The Black Cat, The Fall of the House of Usher, The Masque of the Red Death, The Oval Portrait, The Tell-Tale Heart, The Man of the Crowd
[15]Frankenstein: the destructive power of monomania’, Alisha Seam
[16] ‘Keats’ Odes: themes, motifs & symbols’, Sparknotes editors
[17]Gothic Literature Personified by Melancholy/ Malady in Literature’, Blerina Berberi
[18]Keats: selected poems and letters’, ed. Sandra Anstey 



APPENDIX 1
In an effort to relieve his low spirits, he went out on March 18, 1819, with some friends to play cricket and was hit in the eye by a cricket ball. W. J. Bate informs us that Brown "had a little opium and gave him some of it that evening as a palliative." However, in a letter to his elder brother George, then seeking his fortune in America, Keats wrote "Yesterday I got a black eye-the first time I took a Cricket bat-Brown who is always one's friend in a disaster applied a leech to the eyelid and there is no inflammation this morning. . . ." A few lines further in this journal letter, dated March i9th, Keats records a feeling of lassitude on the morning after: This morning I am in a sort of temper indolent and supremely careless-I long after a stanza or two of Thomson's Castle of Indolence my passions are all asleep from my having slumbered till nearly eleven and weakened the animal fibre all over me to a delightful sensation about three degrees this side of faintness-if I had teeth of pearl and the breath of lillies I should call it langour-but as I am I must call it laziness-in this state of effeminacy the fibres of the brain are relaxed in common with the rest of the body, and to such a happy degree that pleasure has no show of enticement and pain no unbearable frown. Neither Poetry, nor Ambition, nor Love have any alertness of countenance as they pass by me: they seem rather like the figures on a Greek vase-a Al/an and two women-whom no one but myself could distinguish in their disguisenment.” It is unusual to sleep late after a painful injury to the eye, and the feeling of relaxation and indifference to the usual stimuli for pain or pleasure are certainly consistent with the after effects of a single dose of laudanunm; one would scarcely expect them from a leech. The allusion to figures on a Greek vase might bear some relationship to the Ode to a Grecian Urn written in May, about two months later. However, the entire passage seems more directly related to the Ode on Indolence, probably written at about this time’.

‘If any of Keats' poems shows the effects of opium usage, it is the Ode to a Nightingale, written in late April or early May of 1819, about six weeks after the incident of the cricket ball.’


BIBLIOGRAPHY


Antidepressant use rises as recession feeds wave of worry
 Rowenna Davis

Women and Madness
Claire Jones
                  http://www.herstoria.com/discover/madness.html

Dracula (1897), Bram Stoker - Psychiatrists in 19th-century fiction

Fiona Subotsky

Madness and Literature Network – Dracula review
 Joanne Parsons

Wikipedia – Chloral Hydrate
                  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chloral_hydrate

Drowsed with the fume of poppies: opium and John Keats
                  William B. Ober

The Eve of St Agnes(notes)
                  Lilia Melani

Webster’s Online Dictionary definition: hysteria

Androgyny in Frankenstein
                  Brendan O’Leary

Themes
                  Jessica Gatto, Kimberly Johnson, Brandon Morrison, Jonathon Thornton            

The Cambridge Companion to Mary Shelley
                  Esther Schor
                  http://erea.revues.org/354

Frankenstein: the destructive power of monomania
 Alisha Seam

Keats’ Odes: themes, motifs & symbols
Sparknotes editors

Gothic Literature Personified by Melancholy/ Malady in Literature
 Blerina Berberi

Keats: selected poems and letters
 Editor: Sandra Anstey

Reading the Symptoms: An Exploration of Repression and Hysteria in Mary Shelley's Frankenstein

                  Colleen Hobbs
                  http://knarf.english.upenn.edu/Articles/hobbs.html
Frankenstein’s Dream: an introduction
                  Jerrold E. Hogle
Dr. Frankenstein and the love which dare not speak its name
Bright stars: John Keats, Barry Cornwall and Romantic literary culture
                  Richard Marggraf Turley