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Making sure that nothing is going on inside, the speaker of the poem enters the church and closes
the door behind him. He finds that it is just like any other church. He also notices the furniture,
furnishings such as the plate, the pyx, prayer books, the Bible, flowers cut for Sunday holy Mass,
matting, seats, the baptismal font and the organ. There are no worshippers in the church and the
silence tensed him. He looks around him with contempt and he feels a bad smell when he stands
staring at the altar where the church services are conducted. Having observed these details, the
speaker takes off his cycle-clips in an act of mock-reverence. He did not wear a hat.
The speaker then moves forward and touches the baptismal font with his hands. He notices that
the roof looks almost new but he does not know whether it has been cleaned or restored because
he is not a regular church-goer. Then he mounts the lectern and began to read out a few verses
from the Bible. After that he comes back to the door and signs the visitor’s book and donates an
Irish six pence which has no value in England. Thus all his activities and manners inside the
church show that he is a sceptic who has no faith in the church service. Finally he thinks that his
time is wasted, because the place is not worth visiting at all.
But the speaker could not avoid the church. Over and again he visited the church and each time
his skeptical attitude grew less and less. This time he stood inside the churching thinking about
its future. As science and technology began to develop, people lost faith in the institution of
church. In future, churches will become empty and completely out of use. A few cathedrals may
be preserved as museums for future generation because of its great art and architectural value.
Their parchment, the plate and the pyx may be kept in locked cases. But other church buildings
will become sheltering centers for sheep and other animals and poor people during rainy time.
Sometime people may avoid such places as unlucky because of its graveyard. The speaker of the
poem thinks that perhaps the church will become the centre of superstitions in the coming years.
But if faith disappeared, naturally superstition will also be disappeared because both are
connected with each other. Finally the church buildings will tumble down and only its concrete
pillars would be standing as silent witness of the past glory of the church. The church path will
be over grown with grass, weeds and creepers. It will become a deserted place. In course of time
future generation will forget even the shape of the churches.
Now the speaker of the poem reflects who will be the last person to visit the church for its
purpose. It may be a lover of antiquity who is eager to see very old things or some Christmas-
addict who visits church only on important occasions such as the Easter or Christmas and he
wants to enjoy the smell of myrrh burnt, the flowers, the choir music, the dress worn by the choir
and the priest and the music of the organ.
Finally the speaker realizes that the church is a serious house on a serious earth. A church is a
symbol of man’s sincere search for the ultimate meaning of life. Science and technology cannot
solve his spiritual needs. That is why the speaker himself comes to the church again and again
when he is tired of the problems of life. A church is equipped with baptismal fond, flowers and
the graveyard where “all human glories are buried” with his bones. Thus the ceremonies of most
important events in man’s life such as birth, marriage and death are conducted in the church. In
this sense we can say that this is a religious poem. Thus the first meaning of the title “Church
Going” is affirmed. The poem underlines the truth that the power and the glory of God cannot be
destroyed by the advancement of science and technology. On the other hand the church will
continue to be the centre focusing universal love and peace and giving spiritual solace to man’s
problems and sufferings in his life.
Themes
Religion
The Established Church
The Need to Worship
The Ceremony of Ritual
The Future of the Church
Superstition
Religious Feeling
Analysis of Church Going
A poem of seven stanzas, each with nine iambic pentameter lines mostly, all with end rhymes, a
mix of slant and full. So this reflects tradition, the common metre (meter in USA) of the land,
setting a steady five beats per line on average:
Of gown-and-band and organ-pipes and myrrh?
Or will he be my representative,
And note the astute use of enjambment - when one line flows into another, without punctuation,
to keep the sense flowing - particularly strong in stanzas five and six but present in each one.
Larkin uses an interesting rhyme scheme too; ababcaece, which is sometimes full and often
slant: on/stone/organ from the first stanza, come/some/random from the fourth,
and is/destinies/serious from the last.
Full rhyme confirms sense whilst slant rhyme questions it. The fact that Larkin uses a lot of slant
rhyme in this poem must be significant. Is he suggesting that, whilst he acknowledges the history
and importance of a building like a church, he questions the notion of worshipping a god?
Tone/Attitude
The title is interesting as it implies that the poem is about the regular worshippers, the
churchgoers, those who turn up each Sunday, yet, the opening line seems to suggest that this is
not the case at all.
This churchgoer is someone a little different, probably the poet himself, timidly soft-footing it in
to the church only because it is empty. The speaker is drawn to the tense, musty, unignorable
silence of yet another church, curious to find out more about why he's there, wondering what to
look for.
It's quite clear that the speaker has an initial tongue-in-cheek approach to the interior. There is a
hint that he thinks it like a brewery (Brewed God knows how long); he has an awkward
reverence and in fact doesn't stay that long. But he does sign the book, a sign of respect, whilst
the donation of an Irish sixpence is worthless.
This churchgoer is ambivalent, unsure of his own religious feelings. Is he in the church to find
solace, or is he only there to have a go at those who have faith?
Larkin teases the reader, presenting a rational argument laced with doubt and agnostic cynicism.
Acerbic in tone, the speaker is just human enough to acknowledge that A serious house on
serious earth it is, suggesting that people will always need a holy space to worship in.
Diction/Language
This poem is packed with a rich mixture of common and rare vocabulary. It can be read out loud,
it can be whispered quietly, it can be read in silence - it seems to satisfy all criteria for the
reading of a poem.
Stanza by stanza there are notable combinations:
door thud shut/some brass and stuff....assonance and vowel variety
Hectoring/Here endeth....hectoring means bullying in an intimidating way...Here endeth is the
classic King James bible wrap-up phrase for the end of a sermon.
parchment,plate and pyx....church artifacts (old paper/text, silver or metal trays and plates, a
round container containing the consecrated host)
pick simples for a cancer...to use medicinal herbs to cure a cancer.
rood-lofts/ruin-bibber...a display gallery above the rood screen/someone addicted to ruins (rood-
crucifix)(bibber-person who imbibes specified drink)
accoutred frowsty barn...impressive stuffy barn (a disparaging phrase)
blent air all our compulsions meet...a poetic use of blended, so a mix of air, where people are
urged or forced to do certain things (note the change from the singular I to our).
Readers will note the almost sneaky way the speaker enters the church, only when there's
nothing going on, and moves forward through the tense, musty silence, Brewed God
knows how long, before mockingly announcing Here endeth and listening to the response
- The echoes snigger briefly.
The language is that of a non-believer certainly, an atheist perhaps but not such a devout one,
and gives the reader the impression that here is someone out to poke fun at the established
church. He's in and out in double-quick time.
What follows is reflection, sparked by the simple observation that this is something he
does on a regular basis. How curious to visit a place that makes him feel at a loss. Then
comes inquiry - wondering, What we shall, if we shall, Shall we before finally there
appears a rough philosophical outcome, to be more serious, gravitating, was proper to
grow wise in.
Summary
This is a poem of unusual reflection although it starts out ordinarily enough.
The speaker appears to be a person who frequents churches with the attitude of a museum-goer -
he's only there for the history and the architecture, and to have a laugh with a biblical text - yet
he is humble in one respect: he rides a bicycle and wears old fashioned clips to stop chain oil
getting onto his clothes.
He feels he has to do this, perhaps because he's been brought up in a god-fearing environment,
where it is proper to be clean; after all, cleanliness is next to godliness, as the saying goes.
After mounting the lectern, which suggests he fancies himself as a minister, a vicar, a priest, he
confesses an ignorance, which is a pretext, for he knows a lot about church interiors, and knows
the names of things.
This humble cyclist is more than he makes out, for he starts to ask himself serious questions
about churches in general, what sort of future have they in a world that seems to be ignoring
religious tradition. A world that's becoming more secular, more materialistic.
Has it been mere superstition holding the fabric of the church together for so long? Power of
some sort has to continue but how? Just imagine a time when the last ever person leaves a place
of worship such as this. It could a carpenter, a pious tourist, an aged worshipper - or someone
else with a religious impulse who wants to rebuild and start over?
Ambulances
Closed like confessionals, they thread
Loud noons of cities, giving back
None of the glances they absorb.
Light glossy grey, arms on a plaque,
They come to rest at any kerb:
All streets in time are visited.
Yet in spite of this bleak subject, the poem also contains Philip Larkin’s usual touches: his
ambivalence towards death, for instance. He would later write ‘Aubade’, a chilling and eloquent
poem about the fear of his own impending death, but in ‘Ambulances’ death is described as a
‘solving emptiness’, as if death is a corrective to the horrible mistake that is Life. A horrible and
final one, perhaps, but then Larkin wasn’t always much keen on life either!
But overall the poem is not exactly uplifting. The connection between ambulances and death is
established in the opening words, ‘Closed like confessionals’: as well as physically likening the
ambulances to confessional booths in a church, this simile also reminds us of the Christian
tradition of having a priest to attend a dying person, so that they might confess their sins before
passing away. In describing the ambulances threading through ‘loud noons of cities’, Larkin
subtly likens the prime of life to the midday point of the day, and in doing so suggests both the
inevitable end of that day, and the brevity of it (‘Stop and consider! Life is but a day’, as Keats
had put it). The reference to ‘arms on a plaque’ evokes the coat of arms inscribed on a
gravestone or other memorial marker, again suggesting death.
Throughout ‘Ambulances’ Larkin goes to some effort to emphasise the individuality of our
lives, yet of course the central meaning of the poem is that we are all ultimately united by the
fact that we are going to die someday. Somehow emphasising our differences and uniqueness
only makes this sadder: ‘Ambulances’ is a sort of modern take on John Donne’s famous sermon
(‘No man is an island’), yet it manages a fine balance between commonality and individuality,
between what unites us and what makes us distinctive. This is a tricky thing to achieve, yet the
poem does it: on the one hand we have the reference to the ‘smells of different dinners’ which
the women smell while going home with the shopping, and the reference to the ‘unique random
blend’ that made the life of the ambulance’s passenger so special to him and his family. Yet on
the other hand we have references to ‘any kerb’, ‘All streets’, and the sense of death lying ‘just
under all we do’. Note how the passers-by who see the person being placed in the ambulance
whisper ‘Poor soul’ in sympathy for this stranger, yet they do so ‘at their own distress’, implying
distress at the awareness that they themselves will one day be taken away like that. We are both
strikingly different in terms of our social and cultural attributes and allegiances, but ‘Old and
young, we are all on our last cruise’, as Robert Louis Stevenson put it.
‘Ambulances’ grapples with one of the key themes of Philip Larkin’s poetry: death and our own
sense of our mortality. In this analysis we’ve focused on one of the most noteworthy aspects of
the poem, which is its blend of human individuality and common humanity. That ambulance
dulls ‘all we are’.
Mr. Bleaney
This was Mr Bleaney’s room. He stayed
The whole time he was at the Bodies, till
They moved him.’ Flowered curtains, thin and frayed,
Fall to within five inches of the sill,
Whose window shows a strip of building land,
Tussocky, littered. ‘Mr Bleaney took
My bit of garden properly in hand.’
Bed, upright chair, sixty-watt bulb, no hook
Behind the door, no room for books or bags —
‘I’ll take it.’ So it happens that I lie
Where Mr Bleaney lay, and stub my fags
On the same saucer-souvenir, and try
Stuffing my ears with cotton-wool, to drown
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
He kept on plugging at the four aways —
Likewise their yearly frame: the Frinton folk
Who put him up for summer holidays,
And Christmas at his sister’s house in Stoke.
But if he stood and watched the frigid wind
Tousling the clouds, lay on the fusty bed
Telling himself that this was home, and grinned,
And shivered, without shaking off the dread
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, I don’t know.
The poem addresses the key themes of loneliness and the shallowness of human life from the
outset. The name ‘Mr Bleaney as the title evokes the emotion of insipidness as the word
conjugation is very monotonous with no strong syllables. Similar to the nature of the room
Larkin describes, the name has little stimulation. This monotony is reinforced in the concept
of him renting a ‘room’ as this has little status in comparison of being an ‘owner’. The theme
of the shallowness of existence is present from the clinical nature in which the landlord refers
to his death as ‘they moved him’. The use of indifferent language to refer to his death shows
the little care for the ending of his life. The lack of pride Mr Bleaney felt for the room is
shown in the deficiency of home comforts. The ‘upright chair’ and ‘no hook behind the door’
symbolises the pragmatic nature of Mr Bleaney’s life, he didn’t make an impression on the
room. The use of ‘sixty watt’ bulb reinforces the idea of an eerie glow, evocative of the
theme of loneliness. The description of the flowered curtains as ‘thin and frayed’ coupled
with the ‘fusty bed’ evokes the idea of decay and the inconsequentiality of his existence. The
use of ‘one hired box’ to describe the room evokes the image of a coffin. Fused with the
reference to ‘they moved him’ Larkin shows Mr Bleaney’s life to be one of inconsequence as
others affect him, he does not make things happen he allows others to make decisions for
him.
ANALYSIS
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 the lighter side of the poem to contrast its 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.
THEMES
1. Loneliness and isolation “No more to show than one hired box” • Larkin implies how
lonely Mr Bleaney is, yet he is choosing the same life as him • Others merely tolerate
him; “The Frinton folk who put him up” • His only relationship is with his landlady, who
still refers to him formally • What is the definition of home? Is it where we live, or where
we feel safe, comfortable and loved? • Perhaps Larkin can never class this room as his
home, because it is irrevocably associated with Mr Bleaney Home
2. Freedom • Mr Bleaney is at the mercy of others • He doesn’t have control over his own
situation, so is seemingly weak • He has no power to change his dilapidated location •
Perhaps Bleaney gambles to achieve freedom from his dismal life, yet his perpetual
spending may be enchaining him in a vicious circle of poverty • Mr Bleaney could have
passed away • The room is associated with Bleaney, yet he is no longer there. This is a
constant reminder of absence and loss • The flowers on the curtain seem to have died,
becoming “thin and frayed”, perhaps due to neglect or unhappiness • Bleaney’s already
dismal life is further shadowed by the collapse of the manufacturing industry in the 70s
Death and loss
3. Realism- In "Mr. Bleaney", Larkin has described the life of an ordinary man. Mr.
Bleaney is actually a post war tattered person who doesn't realise the importance of time.
He observes that the room is dirty and there is no room for books. It also contains
autobiographical elements.
4. Loneliness and Alienation which means "a sense of not belonging, either to a community
or to one's own sense of self" are the recurrent themes of LARKIN. His poem "Mr.
Bleaney" is about the wretched plight of modern man and its pleasures. MR. BLEANEY
lives in abject poverty because of economic pressures. The poet satirizes at the modern
civilization which is going to dogs. It is full of chaos and there is no hope for betterment
in the life of a common man.
5. Love
PATHETIC FALLACY “the frigid wind tousling the clouds” • a strong force is controlling the
clouds, reflecting Mr Bleaney’s own vulnerability to the pressures of the world “till they moved
him” • Mr Bleaney is at the mercy of more powerful people, just like the clouds blown about by
the wind • The dim lighting and chilling wind mirror how dead, cold and depressing his life is
THE BOTTOM LINE “How we live measures our own nature” • This statement is paradoxical •
How we live indicates the kind of person we are but the kind of person we are dictates how we
live • The universal application of this statement is clear from the first person plural pronoun
‘we’ • Other people also influence us, just like Mr Bleaney influences Larkin • Larkin spends
most of the poem worrying that he is turning into Mr Bleaney • Through following Bleaney’s
way of living, perhaps this is the actual destiny of his nature