Showing posts with label oxymoron. Show all posts
Showing posts with label oxymoron. Show all posts

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Ling-Ling, you forgot your Bling-Bling.

"The Widow's Lament in Springtime" by William Carlos Williams

First, having a name like William Williams is either a sign of uniqueness, cruelty, or a mixture of both in his parents. A major theme of the poem is definitely the poignancy of springtime for the widow. As shown in the previous poem, "Spring," this season is usually a sign of happiness and rebirth, this can even be seen in the musical The Producers in the song "Springtime for Hitler" which recounts in Broadway fashion the joy of Hitler conquering Europe (If unfamiliar with this musical, I suggest introducing yourself.). So with the universality of equating spring and happiness, the poignancy comes when the widow no longer sees the beauty in it due to her great pain of losing her husband. She recounts many times the "masses of flowers" around her yet feeling nothing. Even the "new grass flame[d]" in previous years but now she is consumed by an oxymoronic "cold fire" of longing for her husband. Feeling all this super-duper sadness, though, she does want to leave her yard of sorrow ("Sorrow is my own yard....") to the meadow her son suggests. The son seems to be wanting her to move on ("Go look at those flowers for a while!"), yet the widow wants to "sink into the marsh near them" as a kind of way of dying to be with her long lost hubby.
How could you not like this? It's beautiful!

Thursday, August 12, 2010

You are not permitted to touch!

This chapter ("How to Tell a True War Story") was so chocked full of dandy information, I just had to split it into two posts!

Naturally, in a revealing chapter such as this, the author, similar to Mary Poppins, tends to use some literary devices to help the "medicine go down."

"War is nasty; war is fun. War is thrilling; war is drudgery. War makes you a man; war makes you dead." pg.76

Here is a delightful blend of anaphora and paradox.

"The truths are contradictory. It can be argued, for instance, that war is grotesque. But in truth war is also beauty. For all its horror, you can't help but gape at the awful majesty of combat." pg. 77

Paradox. With a shot of oxymoron (awful majesty).

"To generalize about war is like generalizing about peace." pg. 77

And a simile to round things off (however, his sentence isn't balanced). All of these devices appear in a relatively small distance from each other, practically rapid-fire. Taken individually, they are all ways to express the contradictory and inexplicableness (say that ten times fast) of war. However, taken as a whole, each enhances the ambiguity of the "truth" of war.