Often in literature symbols or
objects are thoroughly described using imagery. The author appeals to the five
senses of the reader to evoke a very vivid image in the object being described.
In One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest Ken Kesey describes machines through
imagery to show the control that the ward has over the patients how they
dehumanize them. The machines are a clear symbol of that dehumanization that
the inmates suffer, and how their individuality and freewill is constantly
removed through medicine and mental control.
On page 141 The Chief describes a
moment when he wakes up at night: “… I woke up, my eyes were all crusted over
and the dorm was full of smoke, wires in the walls loaded to the limit, twisting
and sparking death and hate in the air-all to much for me to take so I’d ram my
head under the pillow and try to get back to sleep. Every time I peeked back
out there would be the smell of burning hair and a sound like side meat on a
hot griddle”. This quote is loaded with imagery, appealing to sound, to smell,
to sight, to taste and touch, all describing the machinery on the wall. The
author also personifies the machines giving them power to make actions and
movements. “Twisting and sparking death and hate” the machines scare Chief
Bromden and impose that veil of hate and control over the inmates. It is
implied that this visions of machines are caused by a error in the dose of
medicine given, this shows how the people who run the ward are trying to
control the patients planting fear and paranoia in their minds, crippling their
ability to think clearly. Machines are basically the opposite of a human, or
the inverse. They can perform many functions that humans can-often quicker and
with better results-but they are repetitive and dependent. The Big Nurse is
trying to create machines out of the patients, making them dependent on her and
her authority, submerging them in a numbing routine of helplessness and abuse.
The imagery
in the description of the machines depicts a hostile environment. Burning hair,
hate, sparkles, smoke, twists, death, meat on a griddle. When one reads this
description-at least I-imagines a factory, a dark factory where there is no
sanitation or rights for the workers. Something closely related to a still
mill. Everything is burning and the machines are constantly processing the molten
metal to create no metal-possibly for war or destruction-and with each step,
the free hot liquid that is the molten metal is slowly caged in by the machines
to become this lifeless artifact to serve a larger machine. This picture came
to mind as I read that passage in the book. Possibly Chief Bromden is scared
that the machines will dehumanize him to the point that he-and any other
patients-become lifeless shapes.
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