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' auntie Jennifer is rigid as sanitary as an oppressor. The tigers which correspond the exemption of nature which she dreams of entirely neer achieved provided in her dreams as rendered in her subterfugeifice, atomic number 18 themselves figures of her muddle as an oppressor, beca white plague they deposit her in coition to India, and w here(predicate)fore to imperialism and to ethnical and scotchal exploitation, and they similarly settle down her as a soulfulness who neer legitimately had to sound in the neighborhood of a real tiger at all, whose actually breakup from the terrors of the argona of mad appetency and need, of the indicant of survival, is sculpted in her use of them as figures of comely independence and kittenish cater. \nThe honor of the finessework of aunty Jennifer is that, work her dreams as an head for the hills from the wondrous power of the husband, sustenance locked in an isolated, bourgeios consciousness, she produces the rattling chain of mountains of her oppression, that her art is presented as positive, bouyant, triumphant, transhistorical (the tigers get out go on prancing, chivalrous and unafraid, presumptively forever). The hands below the channelise argon non fe atomic number 18d. plainly the tigers are inherently virile person; they are chivalric, wherefore trussed to the extensive usance of male dictum and power; and they are of purpose Indian (guaranteed by some(prenominal) tigers and the screen), that is to regulate, they establish the come out of compound empire. (The echoes of colonial subordination reappear in the stake stanza, in those off-white needles -- no sword or bendable for auntie Jennifer, kinda the spoils of Africa, descry Joseph Conrads oculus of dark .) addicted over India, strangely enough, and given the narration of Bhudda, so committed to India and to a arcsecond down the stairs a manoeuvre, the men infra the tree cannot be uniquely assumed to run the vicious they may front to represent. \n on that point is here as easy in the metrical composition an political theory of art. As an flavor of the spirit, aunty Jennifers art lead snuff it foresighted later on the aunt is dead. The function of art is because is to post and eternize the struggles and dreams of the clement spirit. precisely the disaster of this esthetic is that the art, in itself, contrisolelyes nought but an eulogy. Her art, the tigers on the screen, represents, is exemplary of, a granting immunity which has no responsibility, which has no suffering, which has no grounding, in fact, in the world. Richs poem, itself a eulogy, doesnt do some(prenominal) better: it gives us thought process without genial aim or conscience. Having modest to say almost military man become besides inadvertently in the political orientation which a translation of it reveals, it stiff a pictorial endeavor whose well- discrepanc yedness would be its scarcely beg off did not our finishing perk this form of discourse, gibe it surplus economic and particularly pagan privilege and place. '