Thursday, April 19, 2012

Lyrical Song Poem

Alex Turner's "Glass in the Park" speaks lyrical poetry to my ears. Off the bat, the lyric and title itself "Glass in the Park" contains ambiguous meanings, which may detail multiple connected ideas. The lyrics contain numerous visual imagery as well, "the white parts of my eyeballs illuminate, the sun, the night sky.". Additionally, Turner, as well, uses symbolism in the song. The "glass" can be a concrete symbol of a hidden idea or emotion to the park. He mentions a "Death Balloon" which is vague in itself to represent alternate meanings. Another strong lyric that uses a literary device is an allusion to a "paraselene woman" and "your man on the moon" with the follow up of a beautiful simile, like a grain of diamond dust you float and my devotions outer crust cracks. By the use of these literary techniques, the song lyrics "Glass in the Park" can be classified as a poetic work.


Alex Turner
Glass In The Park

There's glass in the park
Darling, I can't help
but keep making appointments
To sweep beneath the climbing frame

If the sun's in your eyes,
I'll tighten your blindfold, baby
Don't worry your foot won't get cut
Strut carelessly

And when you say that you need me tonight
I can't keep my feelings in disguise
The white parts of my eyeballs illuminate

And I'll wait for you
As if I'm waiting for a storm to stop
I've heard them talking
About how I'm gonna put you off

There's glass in the park
And now that I'm up off my knees
I've picked up the speed
To jump your palisades

And I shoot through the night
And suddenly all those once lost concoctions froth
And chase the day away

When you say that you need me tonight
I can't keep my feelings in disguise
The white part of my eyeballs illuminate

And I'll wait for you
As if I'm waiting for the storm to stop
I've heard them talking
About how I'm gonna put you off

You tell me, "how can I put you off when you're a matter of urgency?"
I've got a million things that I need to do, but they're all secondary
Make sure you're not followed
Meet me by the Death Balloon
Paraselene woman, I'm your man on the moon
And like a grain of diamond dust, you float
And my devotion's outer crust' crack.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

April Rain Song by Langston Hughes

April Rain Song 
by Langston Hughes
 
Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night—

And I love the rain.

The spring poem I selected was Langston Hughes' "April Rain Song." I admired the way Hughes depicted rain on an April spring day and how rain carries with it this energy that transgresses to other living things. And reasonably more, the love I have for rain.


Friday, April 6, 2012

Pablo Neruda's Fanciful Ode to Clothes

One of the first major details that struck me of Pablo Neruda's work "Ode to Clothes" is the establishing tone of devotion he has for clothing. I'm quite a fanatic when it comes to clothes. It seems as if my closet is close to bursting any minute now like a street hit fire hydrant. We are born and clothes are the first latching rough skin we are exposed to. Pablo Neruda speaks to clothes with such a humbling voice, as if he could not pass a day without, which to an extent is true. His clothing fill his vanity, his love, his hope and eventually his body. Maybe it's the endless accessibility we have for clothes that makes us lose sense of what's in our closets. After all, they are just clothes. But they're the clothes that part with us; they're a large part of our character and they tell the world a bit of our story without saying a word.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Robert Frost's My November Guest

"My November Guest" by Robert Frost was the poem that intrigued me the most for it's imposing image of Sorrow, and my seasonal fascination of November. By the way Frost introduces Sorrow as his November companion, he infuses Her with life and profound emotion that establishes a sensation of witnessing November's beauty together. From the many present literary devices Frost uses, one of the most compelling devices is Sorrow's personification. Frost's strong personification of  Sorrow evokes within Her a deep emotion that conveys Her deep astonishment with November. She is able to see, hear, speak, and move as autumn does. And through all of these human qualities, Sorrow is allowed this connection that only autumn's beauty exudes.