Thursday, October 14, 2010

Que lastima! Es una carta de dia espanol. Se dice que nos ama, pero tiene que salir nosotros ahora.

"Delight in Disorder" by Robert Herrick

Me reading the poem: "Grrr...stupid soft rhymes that don't make any sense."
Me after thinking about it: "Ohhhh! The soft rhymes are supposed to be clever and enhance the theme!"
Me typing the above two comments: "Herrick reminds me of herring. You're a fish, Rob. Robster the Lobster, that's what you are."

But to explain that whole thing, the soft rhymes means something because they're a kind of disorder that have been put there on purpose. Just as the little off doo-dads in the described fashionista's outfit, the structure of the poem creates some disorder. Robster needs something to do with his life if he sits around writing about disorderly fashion in which he secretly takes pleasure.
Robster would enjoy this.


Also...I don't take Spanish.

4 out of 5 dentists agree that 1 out of 5 dentists' opinions can't be bought.

"Lonely Hearts" by Wendy Cope

At first I thought I was looking at a poem inspired by Match.com or something and thought "Yes! Finally, something not from the days of old fogies and mothballs." Then it got all "newspaper or magazine" in the questions part of the book. I guess 1950s-90s era is better than the less attractive and uncoordinated cousin, 1850-90. However, what really makes this form is the form and the repetition. The villanelle is an appropriate form because each tercet (and the final quatrain) represents a different ad. Each ad has vastly different needs for a mate described; yet, they are similar in two respects. The first are the kind of people that are writing their Personal. A biker, a gay vegetarian, the bored executive looking for a possible bisexual woman (dare to dream, you), a single Jewish mother, someone who identifies themselves as a Libra, and an anonymous person. Each are some kind of radical, liberal kind of "outcast" of society with whom nobody wants to deal. They all find their way, though, into the "Villanelle Personals." The repetition of phrases that come with the general form of the poem also ties each personal to a common theme of constant searching and desperation to be rid of loneliness.

ready for senior pictures
Aaaand, let's add a penguin to the list of hopefuls, too.

Ain't nothin' funny 'bout no baked taters.

"Death, be not proud" by John Donne

The whole time I read this I just kept imagining this as a 14th-century version of a ghetto throwdown which totally dissed death for bein' on John Donne's turf. I now present, "Death, you be trippin'" by Christian Powers.

Death, you be trippin'

Death, you be trippin', even though some be
Givin'  you props, I ain't seein' it;
Ya thank ya all that
Butchu cain't even touch mah cornrows.
Dude ya even look a fool, lookin' all like ya make errbody sleepy
But dude, I don' even get up before noon; an' then you wanna make all uh us go tah beyad.
I don' thank so.
You be all up hangin' witcho posse,
But dude, cho posse don't even know me. They don' even know me!
Dude, I come across drugs that's better than yo sorry behind.
Why you be trippin' dawg?
Ima bust a cap in you.

                   
Word.

Guau, yo soy una abeja gigante.

"Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night" by Dylan Thomas

Soooo, I guess this is a villanelle. At least that's what the book says in it's description the size of una abeja gigante. But what really stuck out to me were the paradoxes. For example, even in the title our first paradox reveals itself in the form of "good night." This may even be a form of euphemism for death while also being a paradox. Whoooaahh, mindsplode. Not to be mistaken for the humdrum farewell we so often give, this "good night" is used to give death its due poignancy for the various kinds of men (wise, good, wild, and grave) and their ironic deaths their sense of...irony. In addition the speaker seems to suggest that the night isn't good, especially with the phrase "Rage, rage against the dying of the light," the whole "not go[ing] gentle" into it.

it feels good to get things off your chest
Yeah, coming up with a good picture was kind o' hard for this one...so enjoy!