I selected the common theme of unconditional love for my anthology. This unconditional love is great but sometimes it can get out of hand. Take Bruno Mars’ song “Grenade” for example. In the play, “Romeo and Juliet” Romeo does a lot of stupid or irrational things for Juliet. First, Romeo sneaks into Juliet’s parents’ property and next: he kills two people!
Bruno Mars and the song Grenade
Easy come, easy go, that's just how you live oh
Take, take, take it all, but you never give
Should have known you was trouble from the first kiss
Had your eyes wide open,
Why were they open?
Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash, you did
To give me all your love is all I ever asked 'cause
What you don't understand is I'd catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah)
Throw my head on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah)
I'd jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah)
You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah)
Oh oh, I would go through all this pain
Take a bullet straight through my brain
Yes, I would die for ya baby
But you won't do the same
No, no, no, no
Black, black, black and blue,
Beat me 'til I'm numb,
Tell the devil I said 'hey' when you get back to where you're from
Mad woman, bad woman
That's just what you are,
Yeah you'll smile in my face then rip the brakes out my car
Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash, yes you did
To give me all your love is all I ever asked
'Cause what you don't understand is
I'd catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah)
Throw my head on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah)
I'd jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah)
You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah)
Oh oh, I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby,
But you won't do the same
If my body was on fire,
Oh you'd watch me burn down in flames
You said you loved me you're a liar 'cause you never,
Ever, ever did baby
But darling I'll still catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah)
Throw my head on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah)
I'd jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah)
You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah)
Oh oh I would go through all this pain
Take a bullet straight through my brain
Yes, I would die for ya baby
But you won't do the same
No, you won't do the same
You wouldn't do the same
Oh, you'll never do the same
No, no, no, no
I'm the song, Bruno Mars talks about his unconditional love by stating all the things he would do for her, like catching a grenade or jumping in front of a train for this girl. Although, that may be exaggerated, it still puts his point across.
And is also a common theme in many poems, including the following:
Mother To Son: Langston Hughes
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps
’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
Langston Hughes puts this into perfect perspective. Clearly, this mother loves her son enough to help him through his rough times and helps him through everything everyday. Another note to add is that she “keeps on a-steppin” is for her son, she goes through a lot to make his life a “Crystal Staircase”.
This Is Just to Say by William Carlos Williams
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
This one is kind of a stretch, but it does fit into a category of love, not for a person or even for a plum. The true unconditional love is defiance. Defiance is an abusive relationship that most people go through at one time or another in their adolescence. Despite that, defiance does wonders, it can change lives, make new meanings to things, or teach lessons you don’t want to be taught too late.
Eating poetry: Mark Strand
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.
The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.
Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.
She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.
I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.
The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.
Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.
She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.
I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.
Love for books: one of the most unconditional types, and a scary one too. Sometimes you can feel like your writer and see through there eyes, and a lot times that is the point; but it is vivid and if it’s bad, that’s what you’ve got to deal with.
It is amazing how writers can paint pictures in our heads the way they do. Imagery, diction, and other techniques are used to do this. However, many of the pictures painted aren’t seen to be the same, Edgar Allen Poe paints a picture of a cave, so I see Carlsbad Caverns, Taylor swift creates a balcony, I see and apartment. There are so many things that can be sought differently than others and it all depends on perspective. “The Iceberg” is a lot bigger than it seems, so don’t drive your titanic into it just yet, until you see every perspective of this painted picture. A great songwriter once said “A picture is worth a thousand words”, but a few words could put a thousand different pictures together in your head, not to mention everyone else’s perspective. Pulling at one’s heartstrings is also another amazing tactic of the “Picassos” of writing. One might have a problem with love, for instance, and creating a character that is relatable in that sense can have the reader’s heart in the palm of the writer’s hand to paint any mural they want. Writers have a very powerful thing, and that’s why reading is so important in this case.
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!