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A Critical Appreciation of the poem Mr Bleaney by Phillip Larkin |
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Poet: Philip Larkin Poem: Mr Bleaney Volume: The Whitsun Weddings Year: Published/Written in 1955
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A Critical Appreciation of the poem Mr Bleaney
by Phillip Larkin
‘Mr Bleaney’ by Phillip Larkin is essentially a poem about a circumstantial situation that is given as dramatic monologue, and rather like a drama, tells a story that is full of lucid mystery. There are two distinct scenes in the poem, in the first, which occupies the first three stanzas, of this seven-stanza poem. The reader is presented with a landlady showing a perspective lodger a room that has been vacated by her previous tenant, the mysterious Mr Bleaney. Mysterious, in that, he seems to be an ethereal entity and is never presented to the reader, except as a metaphor for what has gone before. Appearing in the first half of the poem in a recollected past, the landlady’s past. The first half of the poem is slow and deliberate and helps to create a macabre feel to the poem. A change of pace occurs in the second half of the poem though not immediately apparent. It does seem to be despairingly urgent, as Mr Bleaney subtly moves from a recollected past to an observed present, through his mediation with the new tenant.
Larkin has used the landlady and to some extent Mr Bleaney, as the focus for the humour in the poem but it is the landlady who comes across as the comic, if somewhat pitiful character. The ironic humour is used as a device to lighten the poem’s dark overtones and highlights the contrasting duality that is inherent throughout. It becomes apparent as the drama unfolds that Mr Bleaney had been a simple but predictable man. As the landlady shows her client the dingy room in the first stanza, one gets a sense that the landlady regret’s the loss of her last tenant. It was his utterly predictable routine that she had come to depend on, and forces beyond her control had taken this away from her. In the tonal quality of the landlady’s speech one can almost hear the resignation in her voice and it almost sounds as if she’s tutting.
The whole time he was at the Bodies, till
They moved him.’
But perhaps the most effective use of the word ‘Bodies’ is to give the opening scene a cold eerie feel that sets the ambience for the whole poem. This eerie feeling gradually builds into a dark brooding atmosphere that pervades throughout the whole poem, and as it develops becomes tinged with ironic pessimism. The poet’s choice of words contribute greatly to the impression ‘The frigid wind’ suggesting a cold ice laden wind but it also suggests how fragile life is and the situation the lodger finds himself in. The ‘fusty bed,’ with the associated smell it evokes, even the name ‘Bleaney’ suggests a ‘bleakness,’ phrases like ‘grinned and shivered, without shaking off dread’ all combine to emphasise the cold dreariness of the poem and give it a chilling edge. A mood that is highlighted by the graphic description of the room, described as a ‘hired box’ in the poem, it evokes an atmosphere of Spartan dinginess that is given added emphasis by the low-wattage light bulb and a pair of ill fitting flowered curtains. A bed and upright chair are the only pieces of furniture in the room. The bed is a ‘fusty bed’, the imagery is strong and brings forth the smells associated with a room that has been empty for a while, untouched by human hand, elements crucial in adding extra emphasis to the ‘hired box’ image of the room, on which the essence of the whole poem hinges.
The garden he took ‘properly in hand’ is in fact ‘tussocky littered’; reflecting the landlady’s pathos and dependence upon her former lodger, his departure has seen the garden fall back into disrepair, the irony being is that we don’t know if he ever dug her garden. This dark comic irony can also be seen in stanza four when the lodger stuff’s his ears with cotton wool.
The jabbering set he egged her on to buy.
I know his habits-what time he came down,
His preference for sauce to gravy, why
'Behind the door, no room for books or bags'
The lodger’s desire is for room for books, but his desire is thwarted by the small size of the room. A room that is representative of the previous tenant and his lifestyle, Mr Bleaney had no books only the bed to lie upon. Now the new tenant must take his place and do the same, and reflect on how he has come to be in his situation. Larkin brings the cold acceptance of it all to the fore, in the lodger’s acceptance of the room. It is said with such finality that it strikes like a hammer blow, to heart of the being, ‘I’ll take it.’ In this verbally terse comment there is the essence of prevailing gloom and the questioning of a sense of worth in relation to the room.
The transition has now taken place; the second half of this drama deals with the contrasting duality between the new lodger and the previous tenant. The lodger is now the occupier of the same ‘hired box’ as ‘Mr Bleaney’, who now is brought into an observed present by the lodger.
Where Mr Bleaney lay, and stub my fags
On the same saucer-souvenir, and try.
The lodger now laid on the bed becomes intertwined in Mr Bleaney’s world, the same saucer-souvenir; a symbol of the commonality the two men share. It is in this observed present that Mr Bleaney begins to encroach upon the lodger’s own lifestyle and ultimately upon his own sense of identity. Mr Bleaney becomes the speakers double even though the lodger could never have known his thoughts he and Mr Bleaney become one. This is expressed by the lodger’s own actual experiences and which lead him to wonder if ‘Mr Bleaney’ underwent the same experiences. The lodger’s speech is questioning and pessimistic, the key word is the lodger’s use of But. He is wondering if Mr Bleaney saw himself measured by his surroundings, if he felt undervalued and inadequate, was his sense of worth reflected in his surroundings. Is this all Mr Bleaney had to show? This room, the same room he now occupies. His predictable routine, The ‘Frinton folk who put him up during the summer’, the football pools he did week in week out.
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‘He kept on plugging at the four aways’
In some vain hope that a win on the pools would help him escape his current lifestyle, his landlady’s dependency upon him, and all the other aspects of his lifestyle that determined ‘the man,’ this is what he had to tell himself was home. This is also what the lodger now has to tell himself is home.
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But if he stood and watched the frigid wind
Tousling the clouds, lay on the fusty bed
Telling himself that this was home,
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That how we live measures our own nature,
And at his age having no more to show
Than one hired box should make him pretty sure
He warranted no better…
Phillip Larkin wrote ‘Mr Bleaney’ in 1955 in a series of poems The Whitsun Weddings, he presents the reader with a poem written in a local context, which not only makes the poem more accessible but also gives the poem character. The points that the poem raises are frighteningly relevant today and are another reason for its accessibility. Larkin gives every word in ‘Mr Bleaney’ a unique tonal quality that is set with a chilling ambience. A bleak and depressing poem, reflecting the sociological and economic state of mid 1950s Britain ‘Mr Bleaney’ carries a sombre message that places the emphasis on uncertainty rather than certainty, serving to reinforce the poems inherent pessimism. One certainly gets the feel that the poet himself was going through a particularly depressing period of his life and use’s the departed Mr Bleaney to express his emotions but the intention of the poem is much more implicit than just the emotional _expression of the poet. Larkin’s message becomes clear the more you read the poem. We are asked to take a look at our own lives and consider how we might evaluate our sense of worth, and how we measure it. Larkin was asking himself the same question, unfortunately he could not answer it, he left that to ‘Mr Bleaney.’
Paul Wiliams: Bio
Paul was born in 1959, and has
had a long and varied career; serving time as a Bingo Caller, a Coal
Miner, a Soldier, Insurance Salesmen, Security Advisor, Countryside
Ranger and more besides. He has traveled extensively, especially during
his 10 year military career and speaks German and Spanish (badly). He
studied English Language and Literature at college and subsequently
became a teacher of the subject. He no longer teaches but occasionally
does give private instruction.
His poetry has often been described as humorous and darkly compelling,
serving as it does undiluted truths in a unique style. A mix of
Classicism, Romanticism and various other ‘isms’. He has had poems
published in anthologies in the UK & USA and recently has poems
nominated by Poetry Now Magazine for the top 100 for 2006.


