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Comment 21 of 31, added on October 24th, 2013 at 9:45 PM.
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Comment 20 of 31, added on May 26th, 2010 at 7:54 PM.
he has been doing this for years he wasn't at his first rodeo. he is
another example of unfulfilled people's dreams and makes this long trek for
booze regularly. NOT a bleeding heart.
stephen from United States
Comment 19 of 31, added on April 8th, 2010 at 1:02 PM.
Mr. Flood had quit drinking (perhaps after alienating the folks in Tilbury
Town). Then, he relapsed. He can't wait until home before he drains the jug
"he had gone so far to fill."
He pretends he was tempted by "the bird on the wing," or poetry, or "auld
lang syne," which momentarily dulls his sense of shame. "Welcome home" says
the alcoholic upon tasting his first sip. He has lost home, friends, work,
and is now debating with himself or singing on a lonely cold night. The
irony is in the title: "Mr. Flood's Party." A party of one.
from United States
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Comment 17 of 31, added on December 10th, 2009 at 11:04 PM.
auld lang syne
auld lang syne is the song that plays at New Years!!!!! but i dont think
the poem is actually on new years, hes just thinking of past times and is
Missy from Australia
Comment 16 of 31, added on November 13th, 2009 at 1:04 PM.
This poem is set in the fall, hence "Harvest Moon", NOT new years eve,
despite the song he sings.
Sarah G from United States
Comment 15 of 31, added on April 12th, 2009 at 5:48 AM.
Robinson's poem are great. and Mr Flood's party is his masterpiece. it
shows human's suffering as when they age.
Comment 14 of 31, added on December 31st, 2008 at 2:31 PM.
Since today is New Year's Eve, I felt like adding my interpretation. I
understand that Eben Flood must be an old man, not necessarily a drunkard,
but a man who has outlived all his family and friends and has no-one left,
not only in the town below, but in the whole world. He has chosen New Years
Eve to go up to the hill on a most likely very cold night (since the
setting is probably Maine/New England) and commit suicide by drinking and
freezing himself to death in one sitting.
Apparently this was not too uncommon of a practice (in 19th/early 20th
century rural Maine) among those who are too old, too sick, and too alone
to take care of themselves anymore and had no-one left to care for them.
Nick from United States
Comment 13 of 31, added on October 17th, 2008 at 8:53 AM.
Auld lang syne is a traditional new years song, (the one at the end of
"it's a wonderful life") about dear friends, probably making an allusion to
his diseased friends.
analisa from Canada
Comment 12 of 31, added on July 3rd, 2008 at 10:19 PM.
well, take a deep breath, and upon exhaling, realize that, in the grandest
of metaphors, Mr. Flood is all of us. We are all, at the very core of
life, as "alone" as Mr. Flood appears to be to those who have commented
thus far. What does it say about our cultures when "alone" is perceived to
be such a bad thing. We always feel sorry for the person alone at a
restaurant or movie ... why? We constantly strive to surround ourselves
with others, and all too often, merely to distract us from the fact that we
are "alone" - - - even in a crowd, we have all felt alienated, disaffected,
or alone. Enough of the rant: if you've made it this far, to me; Mr.
Flood is alone, and in a moment of gracious surrender to that existential
angst, he chooses to embrace the feeling and reflect on a point that we all
will arrive at - or die too early to understand. Goodnight Mr. Flood ---
it's been a wonderful party!
from United States
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