just an interesting tidbit:

"To Autumn" by John Keats is Wikipedia's featured article of the day.
just thought I'd share. =]

turns out, my interpretation coincides nicely with the interpretation that the lit nerd (that's not offensive because I'm one too) who wrote the article came up with.
how rad.

I think it's a bit morbid

to be writing eulogies for people who aren't dead. but that's precisely why an elegy is written. NOT a eulogy. there's a huge difference, obviously, between dead and alive. now, all dead and mostly dead you'd have to consult Miracle Max on. but, dead v. alive, I can do.

anyway, the speaker in the poem definitely sounds a little fearful of his life after his father's death. he says repeatedly that his father is ready to go. this sounds just fine, right? but that's not how he feels. he doesn't want his father to die, obviously. largely due to the fact that he doesn't believe that he'll see his father ever again, I think.

the last few lines really provide some powerful imagery too. his father's death is an embarkation, or so his father thinks. the speaker feels that it is much more permanent though. the speaker feels that his father will not ever see him standing on the dock shouting "Welcome back" because he's never coming back and the speaker is not going to be able to follow him. how sad.

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

we hope you have enjoyed the show...

let's see, according to this poem, SPLHCB consists of... a biker, a homosexual vegetarian, a bisexual, a Jewish lady, and a Libran. interesting. but none of them are looking for one another. it's not that simple... of COURSE it's not that simple.
the way that "Lonely Hearts" breaks up into stanzas, it's quite obvious that it's structured as a series of "personals" in a paper or something. each separate stanza is a new person looking for love. but they're all looking for love. they all want the same thing out of life, but none of them can find it.

they're all resorting to this ad to find love. it's a simple wish, really. and it's a wish that CAN be fulfilled. any shot that these people get they're willing to take. (not that they're desperate, but they're pretty open minded). and hey, "Who knows where it may lead once we've begun?".

Edward

reminds me of Edward Scissorhands, first of all. but it's name. and the fact that the star is Johnny Depp who stars in the movie of the story that this poem REALLY reminds me of: Sweeney Todd.

the poem is very repetitive. VERY. I'm not sure if you all noticed that or not, but it irritated me.

at first, Edward lies about what really happened. first, he says that the blood on his sword is from his hawk, but mom knows better. same deal with the steer or ox or whatever. he doesn't want to admit that he killed his father. it's quite likely that he feels shame for doing so, and doesn't want to admit to it. however, the mother keeps pushing him to tell her. this leads me to believe that she knew exactly what happened. a normal mother, I think, would have been terrified to find this out, but this mother is surprisingly chill about the whole thing. perhaps too chill? I'm thinking she had something to do with it in some way. I mean, she sure as heck doesn't seem to show any sadness. and she doesn't really make Edward feel bad about anything either. she asks him what'll happen to his family: "let them beg" and what will happen to his dear old mother: he wishes a "curse of hell" upon her. but his plan, apparently is to pack up and leave town.

and his mother seems to support this. not your typical family, I don't think.

I wish I knew who wrote this/when it was written. not that it's necessary, but I'm curious. it's a rather strange topic, y'know?

so boycott love, detox just to retox!

so, "Delight in Disorder" is... interesting. and relate-able, I think.

there's definitely that oxymoronic aspect to it. and I like that. I'm a big fan of irony and paradoxes and oxymorons. the "wild civility" of everything makes the world so much more interesting. by this I think that it could be presumed with relative certainty that the speaker means that the best things in life are the things that aren't absolutely predictable. the "wild" side is the coolest part of life, but the civil aspect must be there as well. "civility" is what keeps the world going while the wild things are being enjoyed.

the speaker in the poem also interestingly juxtaposes "pretty" or "good" things with disheveled and disorderly qualities. ribbons and curls fly confusingly, when usually they flutter or wave in the wind. and art, something that has always been regarded for its precise beauty and it's intricacies, is TOO precise. it's too perfect to fit in with what this guy likes.

he prefers to let things come and go and to let things be. he's not into that high-maintenance stuff.