‘Tender’, Says Lawrence

There in the world of the mechnical greedy, greedy mechanism and mechanised greed, sparkling with lights and gushing hot metal and roaring with traffic, there lay the vast evil thing, ready to destroy whatever did not conform. Soon it would destroy the wood, and the bluebells would spring no more. All the vulnerable things must perish under the rolling and running of iron. (142)

I first fell in love with D. H. Lawrence reading his novel Women in Love, the sequel to The Rainbow.

The sequel features four unique protagonists: Gundrun, Ursula, Birkin, and Gerald. The characters regularly engage in profound, philosophical discussions that occur so often and are so profound that many scenes are rather surreal. Lawrence provides no comic relief for his readers and after reading Women in Love I instantly read further about the novel to discover that it is generally criticised for being too dogmatic.

I found the novel extremely readable and engaging. It feels as if each character is a puzzle that Lawrence challenges his readers to desire. Ultimately all of the characters have a tragic inevitability which is evident throughout the novel, and yet as a reader you still hope they will be successful with their goals. I would definitely recommend it as an enthralling read.

Lady Chatterley’s Lover is perhaps a slightly lighter novel than Women in Love. I think many readers are drawn to the novel for its descriptive sexual passages that shocked Lawrence’s 1920’s audience. However I was drawn to Lawrence’s depiction of the idea of ‘tenderness’ against the harsh, cold world. In 1928 the image of a ‘harsh, cold’ world was based on the growing industrialism and increasing urbanisation. Today, in the face of riots, civil wars and ongoing war conflicts around the world, I think we could still do with some more of Lawrence’s special tenderness towards one another. 



This act
llllis soft
seeping, weeping
from the thunder.

Let it
llllthe sureness,
surrender your arms
lllll to a flowering secret
to the warmth

llllof another



April Roach

Lawrence, D. H. Lady Chatterley’s Lover. London: Harper Press, 2013.


Dear Scientist

Dear Scientist

It seems that I am in need of a cure.
My eyes are forever moving,

My mind forever lost,
In dew that clings to spider webs
and autumn trees with leaves that are valiantly red,
in Forgotten highways and empty streets
and Easter trails littered with chocolate treats,
in summer skies glittered with floating kites
and twilight nights softened by amber street lights,
and hearts that bend and give for Others
in desperate and devoted Lovers.

I am captivated by eyes that crinkle
and aged foreheads that wrinkle,
By the spaghetti hanging off my spoon
and magnificent tales that are doomed.

By lost causes
And ephemeral pauses.
I wander and wonder, over the edge
of Reality,
until I think I have found my

I romanticise and fantasise,
there are no corners to my
I am of that Meta-physics
That Pseudo-science
– anything that does not involve reason.

But it seems that I should ask to be solidified,
To be made Hard and Plain
A thing that can be contained.

I am in need of a cure, If
I want to exist in this world.

Not sure if I should send this letter.
Would you make me any better?

Love meta.