Sunday, February 27, 2011

Telephone Conversation by Wole Soyinka

            The price seemed reasonable, location
            Indifferent. The landlady swore she lived
            Off premises. Nothing remained
            But self-confession. “Madam,” I warned,
5         “I hate a wasted journey—I am African.”
            Silence. Silenced transmission of
            Pressurized good-breeding. Voice, when it came,
            Lipstick coated, long gold-rolled
            Cigarette-holder pipped. Caught I was, foully. 

10         “HOW DARK?” . . . I had not misheard . . . “ARE YOU LIGHT
            OR VERY DARK?” Button B. Button A. Stench
            Of rancid breath of public hide-and-speak.
            Red booth. Red pillar-box. Red double-tiered
            Omnibus squelching tar. It was real! Shamed
15         By ill-mannered silence, surrender
            Pushed dumbfoundment to beg simplification.
            Considerate she was, varying the emphasis— 

            “ARE YOU DARK? OR VERY LIGHT?” Revelation came.
            “You mean—like plain or milk chocolate?”
20         Her assent was clinical, crushing in its light
            Impersonality. Rapidly, wavelength adjusted,
            I chose. “West African sepia”—and as an afterthought,
            “Down in my passport.” Silence for spectroscopic
            Flight of fancy, till truthfulness clanged her accent
25         Hard on the mouthpiece. “WHAT’S THAT?” conceding,
            “DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT IS.” “Like brunette.” 

            “THAT’S DARK, ISN’T IT?” “Not altogether.
            Facially, I am brunette, but madam, you should see
            The rest of me. Palm of my hand, soles of my feet
30         Are a peroxide blonde. Friction, caused—
            Foolishly, madam—by sitting down, has turned
            My bottom raven black—One moment madam!”—sensing
            Her receiver rearing on the thunderclap
            About my ears—“Madam,” I pleaded, “wouldn’t you rather
35         See for yourself?”



1.      This poem is full of colours not just that of skin, what do you think these colours signify?

Telephone Conversation by Wole Soyinka is a poem about discrimination of the African-Americans. This poem is full of colours which signify different things. Colours are used to express and show the characteristic of a person in the poem.

Colours are used to indicate the skin colour of the man talking to the landlady. The landlady uses words like “dark”, “light or very dark” and “dark or very light” to describe the skin colour of the man. The man in an attempt to describe his own skin colour uses words like “West African sepia” and “raven black”. The man also tries to persuade the landlady to make an exception and rent him a house by referring to the palms of his hand and the soles of his feet as “peroxide blonde”. These clearly show that the skin colours play a vital role throughout the conversation.

Colours are used to signify the anger of the African-American man when he was being discriminated due to his skin colour and was asked to rate his skin colour. Words such as “red booth”, “red pillar-box”, “red double tiered omnibus squelching tar” exhibited his anger. Normally, the persona would not have noticed a “red booth”, “red pillar-box” or a “red double tiered omnibus squelching tar”; however, the anger in him has caused him to notice the red items. The repetition of “red” is also used to emphasize the anger of the persona.

Colours are also used to show the elegance and wealth of the landlady. “Lipstick coated, long gold-rolled cigarette pipped” shows that the landlady is a supposedly respectable person, as lipstick and gold represent elegance and wealth respectively. This could both portray her as a person of dignity despite her racist words with the persona, or it could be used to portray her as a rich person who is ignorant of the rest. The formal is used to show the irony with the harsh words used by the landlady.

In conclusion, colours were used in for a variety reasons which are skin colour, anger, and the elegance and wealth of the landlady. The use of colours in this poem was to allow the reader to visualise these qualities.

2.     What does the dialogue in this poem reveal about these two characters?

Telephone Conversation by Wole Soyinka is a poem about discrimination of the African-Americans. It resembles a telephone conversation brings out the characteristics of the two characters.
The landlady is apparently an extremely racist preson. Not only does she reject the African-American man because of his skin colour, but she also tried to tease him about his skin colour. She asked “how dark” to the man when she finds out that he is a black. Despite knowing that the man has a dark skin already when he confessed “I am African”, she pestered the man to describe his own skin colour vividly.   The landlady also replied “What’s that? … Don’t know what that is” even after the man specifically said that he was “West African sepia”. She is also rather sarcastic and straightforward when she said “That’s dark, isn’t it?”.
The African-American man on the other hand is clever and witty. He was able to analyse the questions and words posed by the landlady. When the landlady asked, “How dark? … Are you light of very dark?”, he was able to see the question as a “Button B. Button A.”  Despite being agitated by the landlady, the man was able to stay calm and describe his skin colour with something neutral like “West African sepia.” He also used words to confuse the landlady by saying that “facially, he is brunette” and his “soles are a peroxide blonde” and his bottom “is raven black”. These words also hinted to the landlady that she was being too racist by focusing on skin colour in a conversation about house rental. The persona also acted dumb to show that the landlady is extremely foolish.
The landlady is outright racist with her direct and sarcastic remarks. On the contrary, the man was witty and countered her sarcasm with his own sarcasm.
3.     The poet dramatises a battle, who wins finally and why?

Telephone Conversation by Wole Soyinka is a poem about discrimination of the African-Americans. The poet dramatises a simple telephone conversation into a battle to show the extent of racism. It is hard to say who has won. Although the African-American man did not manage to meet his objective of renting a house, he did manage to end the conversation with the last laugh.

Technically, the persona did not win because the landlady hung up the phone and the deal of renting a house could not be closed. In fact, right from the moment the man told the landlady that he was black, he had already lost the deal to racism. Although the landlady seemed not to understand what the persona was trying to convey to her, she was aware of the fact that the persona is a black and that she did not want to rent her house to him. The man had failed to convince her that he was not completely black. Racism was so rampant that even the man’s witty words such as “palm of my hand, soles of my feet are peroxide blonde” could not convince her. In the end, she hung up the phone and so he could not argue back. The man was fighting a losing battle all along.

On the other hand, the persona had won the conversation despite not having rent a house. He had had last laugh by saying “Madam … wouldn’t you rather see for yourself?” The poem ended here and the conversation probably did too. The landlady probably found herself speechless and hung up the phone.

In conclusion, while the persona has lost the renting of the house, the landlady did not gain anything for herself except being portrayed as a racist person. With respect to who actually won the conversation about skin colour, the African-American probably won as the landlady was speechless in the end.

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