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Eng3U Poetry Group Work

The Addict: Anne Sexton
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Double click anywhere & add an idea The Addict
Anne Sexton

Date of Publication: Febuary 1st, 1996
1981 the Poetry book was published Sleepmonger,
deathmonger,
with capsules in my palms each night,
eight at a time from sweet pharmaceutical bottles
I make arrangements for a pint-sized journey.
I'm the queen of this condition.
I'm an expert on making the trip
and now they say I'm an addict.
Now they ask why.
WHY!

Don't they know that I promised to die!
I'm keping in practice.
I'm merely staying in shape.
The pills are a mother, but better,
every color and as good as sour balls.
I'm on a diet from death.

Yes, I admit
it has gotten to be a bit of a habit-
blows eight at a time, socked in the eye,
hauled away by the pink, the orange,
the green and the white goodnights.
I'm becoming something of a chemical
mixture.
that's it!

My supply
of tablets
has got to last for years and years.
I like them more than I like me.
It's a kind of marriage.
It's a kind of war where I plant bombs inside
of myself.

Yes
I try
to kill myself in small amounts,
an innocuous occupatin.
Actually I'm hung up on it.
But remember I don't make too much noise.
And frankly no one has to lug me out
and I don't stand there in my winding sheet.
I'm a little buttercup in my yellow nightie
eating my eight loaves in a row
and in a certain order as in
the laying on of hands
or the black sacrament.

It's a ceremony
but like any other sport
it's full of rules.
It's like a musical tennis match where
my mouth keeps catching the ball.
Then I lie on; my altar
elevated by the eight chemical kisses.

What a lay me down this is
with two pink, two orange,
two green, two white goodnights.
Fee-fi-fo-fum-
Now I'm borrowed.
Now I'm numb.
ANNE SEXTON Exploration into the background of Anne Sexton Her father was an alcoholic, and her mother's literary aspirations had been frustrated by family life. Anne took refuge from her dysfunctional family in her close relationship with "Nana" (Anna Dingley), her maiden great-aunt who lived with the family during Anne's adolescence. Sexton's biographer, Diane Middlebrook, recounts possible sexual abuse by Anne's parents during her childhood; at the very least, Anne felt that her parents were hostile to her and feared that they might abandon her. Her aunt's later breakdown and hospitalization also traumatized her.
Anne disliked school. Her inability to concentrate and occasional disobedience prompted teachers to urge her parents to seek counseling for her--advice her parents did not take. In 1945 they sent her to Rogers Hall, a boarding school in Lowell, Massachusetts, where she began to write poetry and to act. After graduation she briefly attended what she called a "finishing" school. Anne's beauty and sense of daring attracted many men, and at nineteen she eloped with Alfred "Kayo" Sexton II, even though she was engaged to someone else at the time. Then followed years of living as college student newlyweds, sometimes with their parents. Later, during Kayo's service in Korea, Anne became a fashion model.Depressed after the death of her beloved Nana in 1954 and the birth of her second daughter in 1955, Sexton went back into therapy. Her depression worsened, however, and during times when her husband was gone, she occasionally abused the children. Several attempts at suicide led to intermittent institutionalization, of which her parents disapproved. During these years, Sexton's therapist encouraged her to write

In 1959 Sexton unexpectedly lost both of her parents, and the memory of her difficult relationships with them--so abruptly ended--led to further breakdowns. Poetry seemed the only route to stability, though at times the friendships she made through her art, which led to sexual affairs, also were unsettling. Her marriage was torn by discord and physical abuse as her husband saw his formerly dependent wife become a celebrity
Anne Sextons poetry that we read in this book specifically, are all very deep and emotional. She is very emotionally distraught. Her poems tend to have a very depressed, and in some cases suicidal moods. Some poem titles that demonstrate that are- our poem the addict, Suicide, Note, the Wife Beater and Abortion. There were significant events in her life that caused her writing to be this style.

*Throughout her childhood her father was an alcoholic and her mother wanted to be a writer but due to family stress that was always put on hold.

*She had a very close relationship with her aunt, and after she had a breakdown and was hospitalized that affected her deeply

*Some biographers believe there was family abuse

*She often felt neglected and that her family might abandon her

*She didn’t like school and her inability to concentrate got teachers to encourage her to start to write

*When she was 19 she eloped, but during her husband’s absence she had affairs which took her to therapy

*She left therapy for a brief time but then after the death of her Aunt and the birth of her 2nd child, she entered therapy again

*Her depression got worse and when her husband was gone she would abuse her two children and tried to commit suicide, her therapist again encouraged her to write.

* Poetry seemed the only route to keep her sane, she made friendships through her art, which led to sexual affairs. Her marriage was torn by discord and physical abuse as her husband saw his formerly dependent wife become a celebrity.

We feel that these events all contributed to her writing style because she never had a stable household, and that then continued to happen when she was out on her own and had her own family. Things like abuse and neglect were apart of her whole life. But this events can also be looked at as good because without all these hard times, she may not have started writing. Relation to the poets life Sleepmonger,
deathmonger,
with capsules in my palms each night,
eight at a time from sweet pharmaceutical bottles
I make arrangements for a pint-sized journey.
I'm the queen of this condition.
I'm an expert on making the trip
and now they say I'm an addict.
Now they ask why.
WHY!

Don't they know that I promised to die!
I'm keping in practice.
I'm merely staying in shape.
The pills are a mother, but better,
every color and as good as sour balls.
I'm on a diet from death.

Yes, I admit
it has gotten to be a bit of a habit-
blows eight at a time, socked in the eye,
hauled away by the pink, the orange,
the green and the white goodnights.
I'm becoming something of a chemical
mixture.
that's it!

My supply
of tablets
has got to last for years and years.
I like them more than I like me.
It's a kind of marriage.
It's a kind of war where I plant bombs inside
of myself.

Yes
I try
to kill myself in small amounts,
an innocuous occupatin.
Actually I'm hung up on it.
But remember I don't make too much noise.
And frankly no one has to lug me out
and I don't stand there in my winding sheet.
I'm a little buttercup in my yellow nightie
eating my eight loaves in a row
and in a certain order as in
the laying on of hands
or the black sacrament.

It's a ceremony
but like any other sport
it's full of rules.
It's like a musical tennis match where
my mouth keeps catching the ball.
Then I lie on; my altar
elevated by the eight chemical kisses.

What a lay me down this is
with two pink, two orange,
two green, two white goodnights.
Fee-fi-fo-fum-
Now I'm borrowed.
Now I'm numb.
The Addict: Poetry Annalysis Assonance Simile Consonance Rhyme Aliteration Simile Imagery Symbolism "The pills are a mother, but better
every colour and as good as sour balls"

This kinda makes an image of Anne
taking pills as if they were candy to her,
helping to ease pain, and the suffering she
has been through.
Gave us the picture in our minds how she
not take the pain of feeling the way she
had throughout her life as well.
SIMILE How the Literary Devices
Contribute to the poem Symbolism There is a lot of signs of suicide throughout the poem,
she talks mostly about how she promised to die, and how
she is on a diet from "Death". Also she states on "I kill myself in small amounts." This contributes by giving us a understanding on how horrible the life of Anne really was considering all the abuse, suicidal thoughts/ attempts, with depression as well. Gives us as readers an thorough description of the theme that's constant throughout the poem. Imagery showing a lot of death and suicide throughout images contribute the vivid pictures we get in our minds as we are reading, giving us clarification in what Anne is trying to create for our imaginations. Shows how bad some of suides can get if they are not treated properly and what not. "Capsules in my palms each night
*shows the relliance of capsules to keep her living. Rhyme Fee-fi-fo-fum
Now im numb This gives us a clearer picture on how she is feeling after taking some of the capusules, making her numb the pain away, so she doesn't have to suffer.
As well the rhyme ties up the end of the poem by being the only rhyme throughout, just like a sense of closure to the story the narrator of the poem is trying to get at. Personification Personification
Personification also gives us a sense of how the narrator is feeling in the sense that she is ready to explode with rage and revenge with everything that has happened to her, or explode with death, from suicide. Since the pain inside her would be unbearable to withhold all by yourself. You will eventually breakdown sooner or later. She keeps tossing more and more pills into her body, eventually her body will just shut down and she will be dead. "its a kind of war where i plant bombs inside of myself" * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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