Mayakovsky’s suicide

Why do writers kill themselves? Such a question has remained a touchy subject that many people have eventually equated suicide to the consummation of the artistic life. When David Foster Wallace hanged himself on 2008, it was mainly attributed to his personal depressions. Ernest Hemingway ended his life through a shotgun to a head also because of a cornucopia of problems. One of my favorite writers, Yukio Mishima, commited seppuku as a final act for his failed coup d’etat attempt. Truth to say I read it in another way: he wanted to escape old age.

That is why I consider it an odd picture that Soviet Russia’s premiere poet, Vladimir Mayakovsky (also one of my beloved poets) committed suicide due to depression on April 14 1930.  Part of his suicide letter suggests that it was because of disappointed love (the  letters comes with a poem, read it here):

And so they say,
“the incident dissolved”
the love boat smashed up
on the dreary routine.
I’m through with life
and [we] should absolve
from mutual hurts, affliction and spleen.

This is odd, because Mayakovsky poetry it seems, always gravitates towards the harmonious integration of the individual (sentiments, ambitions) to the universal mission of social emancipation. His constant rebuking of sentimentalism, especially among poets and artists, paves way to the pursuit of larger aims, which in Mayakovsky’s case is the advancement of socialism . For instance, in his tribute to Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, he stressed the power of collective action through the Party:

Words—

Even  the finest—

Turn into litter,

Today

I want to infuse

New glitter

Into the most glorious of words:

PARTY.

Individual—

What can he mean in life?

His voice

sounds fainter

than a needle dropping.

Who hears him?

Only, perhaps his wife,

And then if she’s near

And not out shopping.

A Party’s

A raging,

Single-voiced storm

Compressed

Out of voices

Weak and thin.

Mayakovsky’s valorization of the Party, socialism, and his often piercing admonition of capitalism expressed through utter disgust and often taunting humor, marks his poetry as an attempt to push experiential boundaries. In making sense of the new social order that the Soviet Revolution was pushing, Mayakovsky’s poetry molded the individual as the smallest indispensable detail in its actualization. Selfish sentiment is an excess of liberal society.

mayakovsky3Or is it? In reading Mayakovsky, I sensed his enthusiasm seems to be coming from romantic platforms themselves. In expressing calls like ‘rebuke the individual!’, ‘on towards Communism!’, etc., he always seems to come from his own (previous) love of these very things. For instance, in “Cloud in Pants,” Mayakovsky told his story from being a hopeless romantic into being a ‘true man.’ Regarding his romantic past:

If you want—

I can be all crazy flesh

The antipode of polite romance.

Or

Sweet and delicate as you wish;

Not a man but a cloud in pants

Going through the poem, we sense that what Mayakovsky is trying to relay is that the transformation of the individual, from selfishness to selflessness, is a struggle that never ends; that is, one never truly transforms from a ‘cloud in pants’ into a ‘man’ absolutely. There is an unending tension between the individual and the world, especially in a radically changing world, such as in Soviet Russia. While admonishing the corrupt world, he seems to me, rather imperfect after all. Mayakovsky remains a romantic , only with a conscience.

Leon Trotsky takes this same subject quite differently. He proposed that Mayakovsky’s suicide is the result of the irreconcilable disharmony between his bourgeois self and the ideal his conscience is pressing on him. Trotsky explains:

To view the question in its broadest dimensions, Mayakovsky was not only the “singer,” but also the victim, of the epoch of transformation, which while creating elements of the new culture with unparalleled force, still did so much more slowly and contradictorily than necessary for the harmonious development of an individual poet or a generation of poets devoted to the revolution. The absence of inner harmony flowed from this very source and expressed itself in the poet’s style, in the lack of sufficient verbal discipline and measured imagery. There is a hot lava of pathos side by side with an inappropriate palsy-walsy attitude toward the epoch and the class, or an outright tasteless joking which the poet seems to erect as a barrier against being hurt by the external world.

Further in the article, Trotsky brings up the political context of Mayakovsky’s death. He explains that Party bureaucracy spelled pressures on Mayakovsky and his poetry, especially since he constantly declines membership of the state-sponsored VAPP or All-Union Association of Proletarian Writers. However, two to three months before his suicide, he finally entered the union despite his rabid disapproval of the groups artistic inclinations. Through this, Trotsky reason, Mayakovsky “defeated by the logic of the situation, committed violence against himself.”

But was Mayakovsky’s suicide right, whatever his reasons may be? If internal contradictions cannot be reconciled, is it right to rebel against it? Ah, poets. Like their poems they leave more questions than answers.

Read his poems here.

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