Classic and Contemporary Poetry: Explained

Bob Hicok’s "The Bald Truth" is a humorous yet introspective meditation on aging, vanity, and self-acceptance. Through the lens of hair loss, the poem explores broader themes of identity, perception, and love, balancing wit with genuine insight. The speaker’s voice is both self-deprecating and philosophical, embracing baldness not just as a physical reality but as a metaphor for personal growth and clarity.

The poem begins with a casual, almost resigned acknowledgment of hair loss: "My hair went on a diet of its own accord." This metaphor immediately removes agency from the speaker—his hair is not something he has control over but something that has made its own decision, as if it were a conscious entity. The phrasing is comical, likening hair loss to a voluntary weight-loss regimen, setting the tone for the poem’s mix of humor and reflection.

The next line introduces Rogaine, the well-known hair regrowth treatment: "Rogaine is the extent of my vanity." The speaker admits to trying to fight baldness but insists that this attempt does not stem from excessive pride, only mild concern. Yet, in the next breath, he undercuts even this effort: "It didn’t work but it was fun treating my head with fertilizer / as if it were a phrenologist’s lawn." The comparison of Rogaine to fertilizer is both absurd and apt, reinforcing the idea that hair growth is as unpredictable as plant growth. The mention of phrenology, the discredited pseudoscience that linked skull shape to personality traits, adds another layer of humor, suggesting that the speaker’s head is being treated like a terrain to be cultivated, mapped, and analyzed.

The poem then delves into the speaker’s reflections on the skull and the brain: "They were onto something in believing the skull you have / is the soul you are, that the brain is involved in the sport of tectonics." This line reinterprets phrenology in a metaphorical way—suggesting that the structure of the head might, in some way, reveal aspects of personality or fate. The "sport of tectonics" furthers this metaphor, likening the shifting of ideas and thoughts in the brain to the movement of geological plates, a collision of forces shaping the landscape of identity.

This idea continues with: "My skull has a fault line like California’s, / which makes sense given how the hemispheres of my brain collide: / the right side wants to clean the house while the left knows / dancing is the best part of who we are." The image of a fault line in the skull reinforces the idea of internal conflict and division. The contrast between cleaning the house (a structured, pragmatic act) and dancing (a free, expressive act) symbolizes the speaker’s ongoing struggle between order and spontaneity, logic and creativity. The phrase "Or vice versa, I always have to look that up." humorously acknowledges the confusion surrounding the popular but oversimplified idea of left-brain versus right-brain functions, reinforcing the theme of self-awareness without self-seriousness.

The next lines shift back to baldness and masculinity: "They say baldness means energetic things / about parts of me that aren’t falling off." This wry observation alludes to the common belief that baldness correlates with higher testosterone levels, a compensation for hair loss with vitality in other areas. The ambiguity of "energetic things" is playful, allowing for multiple interpretations, from increased virility to a more general sense of resilience.

Then comes a deeper realization: "The real compensation’s having no choice / meeting the mirror but to accept that tomorrow / will be different than today." Here, baldness becomes a metaphor for accepting change and impermanence. The act of "meeting the mirror" suggests a confrontation with self-image, and the phrase "having no choice" underscores the inevitability of aging. Yet, rather than resisting this truth, the speaker finds compensation in it—an acceptance of life’s transience and the need to embrace each stage.

The final lines bring the poem to a tender and profound conclusion: "And greeting my wife, not wondering, as pretty men must, / if I’m kissed for my soul or face, to never doubt, / as I become invisible, that I’m seen by love." This shift from self-reflection to relational intimacy is key. The speaker contrasts himself with "pretty men", who might question whether they are loved for their looks or something deeper. In contrast, the speaker—aging, balding, fading from conventional standards of attractiveness—has no such doubt. The phrase "as I become invisible" acknowledges society’s tendency to overlook aging bodies, particularly those no longer deemed conventionally attractive. Yet, in his wife’s love, he finds reassurance. Even as he fades in the eyes of the world, he remains fully seen where it matters most.

Hicok’s "The Bald Truth" is both a lighthearted and poignant meditation on self-acceptance. It moves beyond vanity to explore the inevitability of change and the deeper values that endure when superficial ones fade. The poem’s humor keeps it from being sentimental, but beneath its wit is a profound recognition of what truly matters—not appearance, not youth, but the kind of love that sees beyond both.

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