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Charlotte Brontë, You Ruined My LifeCharlotte Brontë, you ruined my life is a poetry book by Barbara Louise Ungar where the author explores her difficult personal journey through divorce(s), personal hell(s) and what seems to be a window for hope and recovery. Paraphrasing Zoe Williams in a recent article in The Guardian, a sort of lyrical divorce memoir(1).
Barbara Louise Ungar
Word Works Books
2011 Hilary Tham Capital Collection publication.
No coward soul is mine,Notes
you sang, and skipped off into immortality:
the girl who asked Daddy for a whip
and got Heathcliff - the fury
of scorned love,
an unmothered stone of rage.
I begin to notice, looking in through those imaginary brightly lit windows, that the people inside are looking out. I see the women, these wives and mothers, looking out. They seem happy enough, contented enough, capable enough: they are well dressed, attractive, standing around with their men and their children. Yet they look around, their mouths moving. It is as though they are missing something or wondering about something. I remember it so well, what it was to be one of them. Sometimes one of these glances will pass over me and our eyes will briefly meet. And I realise she can't see me, this woman whose eyes have locked with mine. It isn't that she doesn't want to, or is trying not to. It's just that inside it's so bright and outside it's so dark, and so she can't see out, can't see anything at all.(2) The reference to Roman Polanski's Rosemary's Baby is one of many constant references to popular and not so popular culture. The poems navigate through them but the reader doesn't feel overwhelmed by them. They are not present to épater the audience, they form a substrate from where the poems emerge and relate between themselves.