Be prepared...

No quote can sum up what is about to happen here.

A sonnet is fourteen lines of abab cdcd efef gg rhyme scheme. Delight in Disorder is a poem of fourteen lines. It also has a rhyme scheme. HOWEVER, in order to get the point across about "wild civility" and ribbons that "flow confusedly", the author wrote a sonnet with his own rhyme scheme!!!!!!!!!!!!! The format parallels the content! Yeah. You may need a moment. It's cool, I was pretty jazzed myself when it struck me. That is all I can say because I have just fried the computer. Boom. Roasted.

Delight in Disorder

"A careless shoestring, in whose tie
I see a wild civility"
(Delight in Disorder)

I'm going to blog about this one twice, because it's my birthday and I'll do what I want!
Satire. Please oh please say this is a satire. That's what I wrote in my journal. This sounds so artsy and OMG! She wore that?! It's not in a negative way, though! PS, guess what! I figured out there were oxymorons in this poem WITHOUT the help of the book. I said the wild civility was an oxymoron, I turn the page to look at the questions, and CABLAMO! There she blows, the book confirming my thinking! Yahoo! It's just like America's Next Top Model where they see art as something totally different than me. Gee wiz.

EDWARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank me later. 

Just joking! That's not all my blog!

So..... Edward. The pardoxical do-good vampire with chiseled cheek bones or mass murderer? I shall tell you. I'm leaning towards the murderer one. Why is that, you may inquire? I shall tell you! He killed his hawk, horse and father. Holy smokes! Until the end, I thought this guy was a nut! HOWEVER, it ends up being his mom's fault and now this father and husband and son is a murderer on the run with a distraught home life. I don't know why, but his mom told him to kill his dad, I'm assuming her husband. She didn't have the guts to do it herself, so she had to have her son do it. Pathetic, right? But that's not what's important. What is, you might ask? I HAVE NOOOO idea! Obviously, this is a pattern powm because it's in the pattern chapter, and there's the annoying Edward, Edward" and "Mother, Mother" thing. But why?? Je ne sais pas!

SLOW down, there, Bessy!

"Attractive Jewish lady with a son.
Can someone make my simple wish come true?

I'm Libran, inexperienced and blue -
Need slim non-smoker, under twenty-one."
 (Lonely Hearts)

Sooo, what I originally thought was this was a very gender and sexuality-confused person who was posting numerous things in the part of the news paper that people go to to find a mate. I say mate because I think it to be a rather primitive way of finding your other half. Anywho, the more I tried to analyze, the more I think this poem is about the patheticness some are driven to out of loneliness. I haven't had a boyfriend since sixth grade. Do you see me advertizing myself in the paper to get a hand to hold on Valentine's Day? No. No you don't. This poem highlights the rediculousness that is human advertisement.
Random observation, I think this poem is bizarre.

Death be not Proud

"Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings and desperate men"
(DbNP)

This is MY type of poem! I am a rather bitter, negative person, although I'm also extremely happy 24/7. The speaker in this poem reminds me a lot of me. He (or so I presume) tears death to pieces with his words. When I get really mad at something, I get really mad. The author seems to as well. I think he's saying that Death is just a blink in eternity. Sure, we all have to die. After death, however, an entirely more awesome journey begins. Death seems to be portrayed as a play ground bully and the author is reminding it that it has no friends and it preys on the weak. I LOVE it!