Monday, June 29, 2009

Other Voices, Other Rooms

Why Brownlee Left

Why Brownlee left, and where he went,
Is a mystery even now.
For if a man should have been content
It was him; two acres of barley,
One of potatoes, four bullocks,
A milker, a slated farmhouse.
He was last seen going out to plough
On a March morning, bright and early.

By noon Brownlee was famous;
They had found all abandoned, with
The last rig unbroken, his pair of black
Horses, like man and wife,
Shifting their weight from foot to
Foot, and gazing into the future.

Paul Muldooon.

I'm sure that most people have thought of walking out on things at one time or another. A malignant surf of red bills on the doormat or an abusive and unhappy relationship can make even the most seemingly stable individual contemplate walking.

In some ways it can seem an attractive option; the prospect of reinventing ones personality and starting afresh having cut all ties and commitments preferable to a real and present turmoil. Of course it's an illusion. You can't reinvent yourself, and in abandoning the nexus of relationships that make you who you are you become void.

There are thousands of missing people in this country, their families left in anguish by the unexplained disappearance of a loved one. I'm sure the people who disappear don't intend their absence to be permanent, it just becomes impossible for them to reconnect.

I walked out once. The agony of a failed relationship had pushed me to the verge of suicide, the palette of my colours reduced to grey and black. One afternoon I walked to the Clifton Suspension bridge in Bristol intending to jump, but chickened out as I gazed down at the river below me. Instead I went to the pub and drank six pints of beer, and then visited the off licence where I purchased a bottle of whisky. The next day I packed my bags and got the bus to Heathrow. I flew never to return

I left some very dear friends but it was necessary for me to do so to excise that period of my life from memory. Nineteen years have passed and the agony has evaporated, or so I thought.

I reconnected with those friends from so long ago, and the well of memory began to gush. I don't regret doing it, and I will never lose touch with those dear people again, but I have discovered that a deeply repressed emotion can emerge with as much vigour as it had in the distant past.

Thankfully I am a stronger man today, and can deal with this resurrected pain. Sometimes things in the past have to be confronted. There can be no true closure otherwise.

Only connect.

16 comments:

Barlinnie said...

I'm beginning to see a different side to you these days my friend. I cannae say that it is a bad thing either.

"Sometimes things in the past have to be confronted. There can be no true closure otherwise."

You're no wrang pal.

Mr London Street said...

Another excellent poem on this subject is "Poetry of Departures" by Philip Larkin which begins:

Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand,
As epitaph:
He chucked up everything
And just cleared off,

And always the voice will sound
Certain you approve
This audacious, purifying,
Elemental move.

KAZ said...

You didn't drink all the whisky did you Garfer. Otherwise you might as well have jumped.
So glad you didn't luv.

garfer said...

James

Always good to here the gnarled voice of Glasgae experience.

Mr London Street.

Done with humour. A lot of people forget that Larkin was considerably more than a miserabalist.

Kaz

Six pints and a bottle of whisky was nowt in them days.

I love it when older women call me luv. It proves that I still look 21.

Madame DeFarge said...

Great post. I'd love to be somewhere else being someone else, but I'd probably be just as unsuccessful as I am being me. Glad you didn't jump. You're one of the few people I know who like Philip Larkin.

Mr London Street said...

Who doesn't love Larkin? Heresy.

pissoff said...

Mr Garfer, six pints and a bottle of whisky would have done me it even then. I prefered to go down to the local boozer, have a few to many and then snog with the first person that came along (well, maybe not the first).

pissoff said...

That should have been "done me in" I just can't write.

garfer said...

Where have you been all my life April?

pissoff said...

I, obviously, can't type any more. None of my sentences make sense. However, I see you did get the picture.

I was well known for snogging in my day. A bit of a broken heart - snog. Need to get away - snog. Those were the good old days. Now if I have a broken heart I put on my PJs and go to bed, no drink, no snog. Life is boring now.

MommyHeadache said...

Very astutely said. I do have a tendency to run away myself and start afresh when the going gets tough but at a certain point one has to settle somewhere and just confront one's demons.

crazyrivergirl said...

Thank god you didn't jump, Garfy...I've got a present for you over at my place.

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