I think that poetry can often be interpreted similarly to art. I think that this can be agreed upon for many reasons, but you likely aren't thinking of the same reason as I am. For this explanation, I think the best possible example is "The Red Wheelbarrow". Imagine-- you go to an art gallery and hope to see something unique and innovative. You walk around relatively unimpressed. Then, you round a corner to see a crowd of people surrounding a new display: a fork in a box. There was no description or explanation provided, so spectators discussed the endless possibilities of what it could mean. You leave utterly impressed. Later that week, you see in the newspaper that the fork was placed in the box as an experiment proving that the commentary on art has become hyperbolic. It wasn't real art; it was a fork in a box. "The Red Wheelbarrow" is a fork in a box. It seems like it has some deep meaning, but it is what it appears to be. I think it is important not to put too much stock into what poems might be about. Don't invest time into a fork in a box.
Between Oroonoko and The Fair Jilt , I'm entirely puzzled by Aphra Behn as an author. In an entirely Swiftian manner, I simply cannot decipher if her writing is meant to be a commentary on unsatisfactory happenings or if she is actually racist and sexist. If you've read my previous blog on Behn, I further explained this situation in relation to The Fair Jilt and the different lenses it can be viewed through. Where Oroonoko is concerned, she could either be explaining the issue of the noble savage concept or genuinely have a type of savior complex by inserting herself into the narrative and humanizing a brutal story. I would be very interested to read different analyses of her works to see if there is an answer hiding in all of this.
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