12 O'Clock News by Elizabeth Bishop, comentario

Este poema de Elizabeth Bishop es un vanguardista estilo lírico, compuestos por dos partes visiblemente claras, las palabras de la izquierda que tienen relación con los objetos propios de la profesión periodística y la parte derecha donde se desarrolla la descripción de un lugar caracterizado por una economía agraria de organización en terrazas, con su particular raza de hombres y mujeres y presa de una guerra. Si hacemos una crítica basada en el "New Historicism", teniendo en cuenta cuando se publicó y los intereses de la autora, podemos asociar ese país con Vietnan, por sus campos de arroz, sus pobladores y la guerra en la que intervino Estados Unidos. Si además consideramos el texto como un todo, la parte izquierda y la derecha, conseguimos reconocer la verdadera intención de la autora al unir Vietnan, la guerra y el periodismo. Así podemos reflexionar sobre la labor periodística en las guerra y sobre la verdad y lo que nosotros llegamos a conocer de ella.

12 O'Clock News by Elizabeth Bishop is a vanguardistic lyrical construccion. It is made in tow parts, the left one is compoused by words about journalist and the right one is a description of an asiatic, agrarian and in war country. If we make a  critic, in a New Criticism way, we will point at the structure in two halves and the methaphores that link terraces and plains in the key-board or the type sheet and the agrarian fields or even the cementeries. But if you attack the text from a New Historicism hand, them, you could link this country with Vietnan, thinking in the period that it was writen, or the objets in the left half with the interpretation that news companies did about the conflict, so, you could realise you only know, throug journalists, that "Power" whants.

gooseneck lamp	As you all know, tonight is the night of the full moon, half the world over. But here the moon seems to hang motionless in the sky. It gives very little light; it could be dead. Visibility is poor. Nevertheless, we shall try to give you some idea of the lay of the land and the present situation.
typewriter	The escapement that rises abruptly from the central plain is in heavy shadow, but the elaborate terrac- ing of its southern glacis gleams faintly in the dim light, like fish scales. What endless labor those small, peculiarly shaped terraces represent! And yet, on them the welfare of this tiny principality depends.
pile of mss.	A slight landslide occurred in the northwest about an hour ago. The exposed soil appears to be of poor quality: almost white, calcareous, and shaly. There are believed to have been no casualties.
typed sheet	Almost due north, our aerial reconnaissance reports the discovery of a large rectangular ‘field’, hitherto unknown to us, obviously man-made. It is dark- speckled. An airstrip? A cemetery?
envelopes	In this small, backward country, one of the most backward left in the world today, communications are crude and “industrialization” and its products almost nonexistent. Strange to say, however, sign- boards are on a truly gigantic scale.
ink-bottle	We have also received reports of a mysterious, oddly shaped, black structure, at an undisclosed distance to the east. Its presence was revealed only because its highly polished surface catches such feeble moonlight as prevails. The natural resources of the country being far from completely known to us, there is the possibility that this may be, or may contain, some powerful and terrifying “secret weapon”. On the other hand, given what we do know, or have learned from our anthropologists and sociologists about this people, it may well be nothing more than a numen, or a great altar recently erected to one of their gods, to which, in their present historical state of superstition and helplessness, they attribute magical power, and may even regard as a “savior,” one last hope of rescue from their grave difficulties.
typewriter eraser	At last! One of the elusive natives has been spotted! He appears to be—rather, to have been—a unicyclist-courier, who may have met his end by falling from the height of the escarpment because of the deceptive illumination. Alive, he would have been small, but undoubtedly proud and erect, with the thick, bristling black hair typical of the indigenes.
ashtray	From our superior vantage point, we can clearly see into a sort of dugout, possibly a shell crater, a “nest” of soldiers. They lie heaped together, wearing the camouflage “battle dress” intended for “winter war- fare”. They are in hideously contorted position, all dead. We can make out at least eight bodies. These uniforms were designed to be used in guerilla warfare on the country's one snow-covered moun- tain peak. The fact that these poor soldiers are wearing them here, on the plain, gives further proof, if proof were necessary, either of the childish- ness and hopeless impracticality of this inscrutable people, our opponents, or of the sad corruption of their leaders.

From The Complete Poems: 1927-1979 , by Elizabeth Bishop.
Copyright © 1979, 1983 by Alice Helen Methfessel.
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