Journal 9: More Sonnets on a Sordid Love Triangle.
The following three sonnets are ripe with examples which can be related to Freudian theories.
140
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;
Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
If I might teach thee wit, better it were,
Though not to love, yet, love to tell me so;
As testy sick men, when their deaths be near,
No news but health from their physicians know;
For, if I should despair, I should grow mad,
And in my madness might speak ill of thee;
Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad,
Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be.
That I may not be so, nor thou belied,
Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide.
149
Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
When I against myself with thee partake?
Do I not think on thee, when I forgot
Am of my self, all tyrant, for thy sake?
Who hateth thee that I do call my friend,
On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon,
Nay, if thou lour'st on me, do I not spend
Revenge upon myself with present moan?
What merit do I in my self respect,
That is so proud thy service to despise,
When all my best doth worship thy defect,
Commanded by the motion of thine eyes?
But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind,
Those that can see thou lov'st, and I am blind.
152
In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing;
In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn,
In vowing new hate after new love bearing:
But why of two oaths' breach do I accuse thee,
When I break twenty? I am perjured most;
For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee,
And all my honest faith in thee is lost:
For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness,
Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy;
And, to enlighten thee, gave eyes to blindness,
Or made them swear against the thing they see;
For I have sworn thee fair; more perjured eye,
To swear against the truth so foul a lie!
In order to be an amateur Freudian psychologist I must place myself in the shoes of Sigmund Freud. First off I have to close my eyes and imagine my mother as being really sexy, I mean super model hot, then after I convince myself that my mother is my dream woman I have to picture my father moving in on her and get real jealous. OK, so now I have the basic psyche down but somethings missing… WAIT, I know. SNORT. AH, much better. Actually hold on, SNORT. “GAH!”
Alright, now that I got my sexy mom, my cock blocking dad and a 15,000 dollar a day habit to cocaine I feel like I can really do this assignment right from the shoes of Sigmund Freud.
In sonnet 140 Shakespeare's ego seems to be his main concern. It seems that the id has taken control of his brain leaving the super ego back home. Normally the super ego is what prevents people from doing things that are socially unacceptable as well as pleasurable, be it sex or slandering someone out of spite. Which is exactly what Shakespeare is threatening to do in sonnet 140. Now I am not entirely sure but I would relate slandering someones name by information (lies or truth) with the ego. I know normally the ego is, in the words of our assignment “the part of the id modified by contact with the social world” but could that also cover negative social influence on the id? Such as creeps who claim wearing high heels is his fetish, I know that isn’t natural sexual behavior but is it part of the ego or just all id? I am going with partial ego involvement.
It seems in sonnet 140 that Shakespeare has really gone off the rocker. In sonnet 140 Shakespeare essentially seems to be saying what abusive husbands allover the country who are now in prison for murder always say, “If you don’t love me I’ll kill you” (“And in my madness might speak ill of thee; Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad, Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be.”) but he says it eloquently and with a British accent though, so it’s OK. Although Shakespeare never really comes out and says he will kill the OOP if she refuses to say she loves him I looked at the threat of telling the world in a historical sense. In 1591 King James authorized the torture of suspected witches in Scotland, during this time Shakespeare is supposedly writing these sonnets. The idea of torturing a suspect essentially means anyone accused of witchcraft would be tortured which escalates the threat of lying to the world when your mad to a life or death situation for women, “Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad,
Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be.” This quote could be making direct reference to the hysteria of witch burnings as well as the amount of power Shakespeare really holds over the OOP. A power that (If I were Freud) I would definitely relate to some sort of phallic disorder, SNORT.
Sonnet 149 seems to be nothing more than Shakespeare feeling sorry for himself. Apparently Shakespeare’s id has more power and standing in his subconscious than his super ego; a good example is, “Nay, if thou lour'st on me, Nay, if thou lour'st on me, do I not spend Revenge upon myself with present moan?” In that line Shakespeare uses the word lour’st which supposedly means ‘to look at threateningly’ but I have a different interpretation for the line in which he uses the word. Considering what we already know about the OOP, she is a plain looking woman with a streak of evil in her as well as how the line’s the word is used in plays out I feel that Shakespeare used the word lour’st to describe her looking at him seductively. “do I not spend Revenge upon myself with present moan?” could mean that in the morning after the act Shakespeare regrets what he did, another line that could mean the same thing is, “When I against myself with thee partake?” only this line seems to be Shakespeare himself declaring his id is to powerful to handle when “against myself with thee partake?” or in other words “against my will I partake of your flesh, I cant help it.”
The last sonnet assigned for today is actually a sonnet of confession. It seems like Shakespeare’s id (his seemingly dominant personality trait) has finally been caught up with by his super ego and his super ego is forcing his id to come clean, but I think that Shakespeare wrote this sonnet of confession not because of guilt but because The Dark Lady has become vain and full of herself. “For I have sworn thee fair; more perjured eye, To swear against the truth so foul a lie!” gives me the impression that Shakespeare used to tell her she was beautiful and knew full well he was lying, so when he got fed up with her he had to exclaim his true feelings from the rooftops in a sense. Shakespeare's super ego is controlling the id after the id ran free and got Shakespeare into a mess. The mess being he flat out lied to this “dark lady” by telling her she was beautiful,(Sonnet 132: Then will I swear beauty herself is black, And all they foul that thy complexion lack.) a bit talented, (Sonnet 130: I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound.) and that he loved her. (Sonnet 132: Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me) Only Shakespeare's words were just lies in order to get “The Dark Lady” into bed. “For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee, And all my honest faith in thee is lost.”
I think that the dark lady was a rebound lover, Shakespeare seems to regret everything that happened between them. “In vowing new hate after new love bearing:” Is Shakespeare saying he hates his old love (The Dark Lady) and had found a new one “new love bearing” and he is telling her that he is done with her. “For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness, Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy;
And, to enlighten thee, gave eyes to blindness, Or made them swear against the thing they see”


Nice!
I like how you set the tone for this by getting in touch with your inner Freud.
You seemed to have much better handle on the ideas of Id, Ego, and Superego than I did- I think I learned a lot from reading this. You brought in a lot of great cultural ties to the day when talking about Will threatening that she should love him or prepare to die (in a British accent, of course). I liked the idea of the confession sonnet being one of frustration with her cockiness and the way you tied up the loose ends with her being nothing but a rebound girl that he regrets. I'm not sure I entirely agree. I think Shakespeare enjoyed the diversion and sex but got carried away with wanting to make a relationship out of it and got spurned by a woman who played fast and loose. After that he wanted to protect his pride by saying that it was all false, all bad. But that's just the feeling I get from the poems, they could undoubtedly go either way.
Erin Kay Schulz
Pride.
Your idea that Shakespeare was just protecting his pride by revoking all the loving words he wrote (Sonnet 152) about the dark lady is absolutely brilliant. They say "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" but they should also say "No animal is as desperate as a man with hurt pride." In sonnet 140 when Shakespeare (in my opinion) is threatening to accuse "the dark lady" of witchcraft if she doesn't stop sleeping with other men "That I may not be so, nor thou belied,
Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide." It seems that jealousy has driven Shakespeare mad with rage, which makes your opinion that pride is involved almost fact because pride is always a factor when a man catches his wife or girlfriend or boyfriend in bed with another man. Let's get personal seeing as this is a journal; In my case when my succubus ex girlfriend decided to bonk another man the first thing that happened was my heart did not just break but exploded inside of my chest. Then the ` it's all my fault’ train of thoughts began such as: "Was I not good enough for her?" "Did I not satisfy her?" "I know my body looks like pumpkin head when I'm naked but I didn't think it bothered all that much..." "I bet Stephen Hawking could satisfy her better than me." At this thought and the shocking sight of the girl I once trusted and loved (and thought loved me) under some monstrous muscle bound A-hole; all rational thought and pride fled to the deepest drug ravaged pits of my brain in sheer disgust and terror.
Glad my thoughts on this
Glad my thoughts on this made sense! Pride is just another one of those impulsive, deeply ingrained human emotions, one we tend to act on and base actions on.
Loved how you could talk about seriously sucky experiences with such humor. Were you one of the ones who wants to be an author in the future? I would totally pick up your books. Awesome.
Erin Kay Schulz
Writing.
Wanting to be an author and being an author are as far apart as mars is from here. I recently picked up 2010's writers market, which is an indespensible tool for me and my writing carreer. The book writers market lists every publisher, magazine, etc. looking for writing and willing to pay for it. It is very nice of you to say you would pick up my book (If I ever finish it) now all i need is about a million more people saying so and I can retire.