The City Planners by Margaret Atwood is a poem about the changing
cityscapes. It conveys the poet’s thoughts feelings and ideas as she passes
through a suburban residential area. She takes the reader along with her on the
ride with a very common word- ‘these’. This word is followed by the strange phrase
‘residential Sundays’ which suggests routine and boredom. It talks of a group
of people who live in their houses and stay away from work only on Sundays
which were actually days of mirth and merriment in olden times. When we read ‘dry
August sunlight’ the picture is fairly clear. The poet’s sensitivity has been
offended by something she saw. She says it is the sanities.
‘the houses in pedantic rows, the planted
sanitary trees…’
The urban landscapes keep expanding into the suburbs and
changes take place overnight. Instead of the wild and chaotic growth of
wilderness, the city grows in artificial rows. In the name of security and
sanity at the expense of wild beauty, an uncanny order is brought into the
cityscapes. She is amused and saddened in a way at the area’s orderliness,
perfection and uniformity.
The trees which were not planted for the sake of beauty
but for sanitary purposes assert the mindset of the people. It is all pragmatic
and unaesthetic. We hear echoes of Dylan Thomas’s poem ‘The Force That through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower’ and Robert
Frost’s Mending Wall when Margaret
Atwood talks about the invisible power against which human aggression seems to
have no chance.
The poet is almost feeling intimidated by the perfection
of the place. She thinks the levelness of the surfaces is sneering at a dent on
her car door, an aberration which she thinks may not be accepted in a place like
this. She describes the deafening silence there.
‘No shouting here, or
shattering of glass’
The only sound welcomed here is the mechanical whirring of
the motor of a lawn mower which is cutting off the already ‘discouraged grass’
which suggests the insensitive nature of the place. The fact that the place is
very quiet adds to its already ‘boring’ atmosphere. Words like rational ’, ‘straight
swath and ‘levelness of surface’ suggest an eternally boring place. The silence
of the area almost seems to kill the poet. It is too overpowering and
unnerving. Shouting is not welcome nor is the sound of a sheet of glass
breaking into pieces, however musical that sound may be. Glass is an artificial
object but people don’t want to hear it being broken or destroyed while they
are happy about a power lawn insensitively mowing down the tender leaves of
grass. Even this is done for the sake of leveling and uniformity. This imagery,
along with the earlier one of ‘the planted sanitary trees,’ shows man’s futile
but dogged attempt to control nature.
The drive ways avoid the wild hysteria of nature by being
even and the roofs are all slanted in the same way as if they are unwilling to
face the sky directly. However, there are certain things which still keep the
wildness of life: the smell of spilt oil, a faint sickness lingering in the
garages, a splash of paint on bricks which looks like a bleeding bruise, a
plastic hose coiled like the viciousness of a venomous snake.
even the too-fixed stare of the wide windows
give momentary access to
the landscape behind or under
the future cracks in the plaster
Mortar and cement have been thrown lavishly over nature
and its beauty and the poet foresees that the past will come out one day in
future. Through the cracks in the plaster, the poet sees what has been
submerged and is waiting to show its head. She foresees that all these houses
which are against chaos which is the golden rule of nature will one day
collapse and like a ship sinking tilt to its side and disappear into the earth.
Like the movement of glaciers, the change is slow and steady and hard to see. This
idea is something that sprouted from the annoyance and frustration that is
lingering in her mind. She predicts the destruction of perfection in the streets
at the hands of the powerful forces of nature such as the earth, seas and glaciers.
This destruction will come as a consequence of having dared to control nature
and not allowing nature to grow wild. Restricted and controlled, nature strikes
back. Natures anger brims up and at a certain point will just burst , throwing
wildly its unrestrained forces of displeasure and annoyance which is shared by
the poet in the first stanza. The image of the ship slanting and sinking
obliquely into the clay sea reminds us of Titanic
which also was a man made wonder and was famed as the unsinkable.
The poet says that this is what brings in the City Planners,
the urbanizers. They have the insane face of political conspirators.
‘…scattered over unsurveyed
territories, concealed from each other,
each in his own private blizzard;
When one world collapses they barge in to build another
one right there. They guess directions and make plans which are rigid and
stern. Uncompassionate (as wooden borders) plans (transitory lines) for
humanity’s future are envisioned by them. The present vanishes like a cloud
into thin air. The insane planners bank on the panic of a suburb which has lost
its roots. They ring in (order in) the future as maddening sketches on sheets
of white paper.
Thus, the poem extols the power of nature to take care of
itself and build anew. It mocks at man’s sense of superiority. This is where the
poet rises to the level of the great poets of nature who worshiped nature more
as a power than as a sensual experience.
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