Ties that bind: the poetics of anger in “Why I live at the P.O.” by Eudora WeltyAn analysis of the poetics of anger in Eudora Welty's story “Why I Live at the P.O.” This text would fit in quite well in an anthology of literary anger. It is a wonderful example of family fury, which stages a whole range of belligerent emotions. In a convulsive atmosphere, brickbats, threats, and insults are copiously exchanged in a deafening tone, and physical abuse accompanies verbal abuse. Sister is called a hussy by grandfather, and Mama slaps her in the face, while Uncle Rondo tears off Stella's kimono. Things are thrown around and grabbed from others. Doors are slammed, ketchup is spilled, and firecrackers go off to increase the cacophony. The fanatical rhythm in this story tends to be farcical and seems to have, as Sister puts it, “no rhyme or reason.” On the other hand, however, it might be more true to say that the family's anger is too disquieting to be acknowledged and consequently needs to be displaced in a variety of ways.