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Charles Harper Webb’s "Charles Harper Webb" is a self-exploration through the lens of his own name, unraveling the significance, associations, and burdens that come with it. Through a mixture of humor, linguistic observation, and historical reflection, Webb examines how names shape identity and how society, in turn, shapes the perception of names. The poem captures both the deeply personal and the universally relatable struggle of name ownership—the tension between given identity and self-determination.

The poem begins with the assertion: “Manly,” my mother said my first name meant. This maternal interpretation carries an implicit expectation—an assertion of masculinity tied to the name "Charles." However, Webb quickly juxtaposes this confident beginning with a childhood association of his name with execution: "but had nightmares about black-hooded axmen lifting bloody heads." This sudden shift from pride to dread introduces one of the poem’s central tensions—how names carry weight beyond personal intention, evoking historical and cultural connotations that can be unsettling.

Webb’s fascination with his name expands into admiration for historical figures: “I loved the concept of Charlemagne, and inked it on my baseball glove and basketball.” The legendary stature of Charlemagne allows Webb to claim his name as something grand and formidable, elevating it from the personal to the mythic. By physically writing the name on objects associated with youth and aspiration, he performs an act of self-definition, aligning himself with power and legacy.

However, his experience with how others react to his name complicates this perception. Webb notes how "females pronounce ‘Charles’ easily; males rebel." This unexpected observation hints at an insecurity embedded in social norms—where men, rather than comfortably saying "Charles," instinctively shorten it to something more casual or familiar. He describes their reaction vividly: “Their faces twitch, turn red as stutterers’.” This moment subtly suggests a broader commentary on masculinity, where even the articulation of a formal, perhaps refined, name is met with resistance.

The discomfort others feel with the name leads to nicknames that Webb resents: “Finally they spit out ‘Chuck’ or ‘Charlie.’” The violent diction—“spit out”—suggests distaste, as if the speaker finds these alternatives forced upon him rather than welcomed. He humorously subverts this resistance by invoking a dark irony: “I’ll bet Charles Manson would straighten those guys’ tails. I’ll bet he’d fix their hair just right.” Here, the notorious cult leader becomes a kind of avenging force, twisting society’s rejection of the name “Charles” into something absurdly menacing.

Webb’s relationship with his name takes another turn when he begins dissecting its linguistic structure: “My name contains its own plural, its own possessive.” This keen observation reflects a poet’s fascination with words, showing how Webb relates to language itself. Unlike monosyllabic, easily rhymed names like Bob, Bill, or Jim, *"Charles" resists easy categorization—*it asserts itself, standing apart.

His youthful experimentation with identity surfaces in his language studies: “I told Miss Pratt, my eighth-grade French teacher, ‘Charles sounds like a wimp.’ I switched to German to be Karl.” The decision to reject “Charles” in favor of the more assertive-sounding “Karl” signals a boy’s struggle with masculinity and self-image. The shift from French to German is particularly telling—where French "Charles" carries an air of refinement, “Karl” in German feels blunt, strong, almost militaristic. This moment encapsulates the ways young people try on different versions of themselves through seemingly small acts of rebellion.

Despite his moments of doubt, Webb admits to his deep sensitivity to his own name: "Of all possible speech, I hear ‘Charles’ best. I pluck it from a sea of noise the way an osprey plucks a fish." This simile turns a simple auditory reflex into something primal, instinctual—suggesting that, no matter his hesitations, he is inextricably tied to his name. Even in print, “it leaps out before even sex words do.” The hyperbolic comparison highlights the almost subconscious alertness he has to his own name, giving it a personal, visceral power.

As the poem nears its close, Webb layers in familial memory and authority: “What sweet terror in the sound: Is Charles there? Oh, Charles. Oh, Charles. Oh, Charles. Charles, see me after class. Get in this house, Charles Harper Webb!” Here, the name becomes a vehicle for command, a call to order, from teachers and parents alike. The repetition of “Oh, Charles” suggests a range of tones—affection, reprimand, intimacy, and exasperation—demonstrating how his name has been used to shape his experiences.

The final stanza turns toward his surname, breaking it down into etymology and historical imagination. “Harper—nag, angel, medieval musician.” The three meanings of "Harper" span from the mundane (nag) to the celestial (angel) to the artistic (medieval musician), reinforcing the idea that names hold multiple, sometimes contradictory, layers. His surname, “Webb, from Middle English webbe, weaver,” links him to an ancient lineage of laborers, evoking a scene of his ancestors, “stoop-shouldered, with sneezing allergies, stupefied by the loom’s endless clack clack clack.” The drudgery of the past becomes almost tragicomic, as Webb imagines his forebears trapped in their craft, oblivious to history unfolding around them.

The poem ends on a vivid historical flourish: “Squatting in dirt-floored cottages year after year, poking out every few decades to see armed men gallop past, followed by the purple passage of a king.” The image is cinematic—peasants in their cramped cottages catching only fleeting glimpses of grandeur as kings ride past. The phrase “the purple passage of a king” is particularly evocative, blending regal authority with literary flair. It underscores Webb’s ultimate realization: his name is both a product of history and a narrative of his own making.

In "Charles Harper Webb," the poet transforms a seemingly simple subject—his name—into a rich meditation on identity, masculinity, language, and history. He navigates the personal and the universal, touching on childhood anxieties, societal expectations, and the inescapable way names define and follow us. Through humor, reflection, and poetic precision, Webb reveals how names are not just labels but complex, evolving stories—ones we inherit, resist, and ultimately embrace.

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