Will Eaves And Galway Kinnell Use Language In A Ship's Whistle

I have a weird thing for words. They stir a strange exictment in me, and I store them up in my padlock mind for a rainy day. Or, at least for a good debate if I need to undermin my opponent. Yes, the more elaborate and intense the better. However, the worst moment is being stuck searching for the right word that would bring the argument home and send somone scurrying away, tail tucked between their legs, and finding nothing. Absolutely notihng. Both authors Will Eaves and Galway Kinnell know exactly what I am talking about. When it comes to trying to grasp onto the right word to use, for whateevr reason it may be, it can be pretty damn tedious. Though once you find it, you’ve got it- trombone! A Ship’s Whistle is probably one of the most confusing poems I have ever read. Our poor narrorator uses language that splats all over the page, leaving the reader in a jumbling mess. However, don’t think for a second that this is not on purpose. In the beginning, he states how years had passed and he had not found the word, “tombone!” This is a very specific sound. For anyone who has ever heard a trombone before, it is loud and peircing and you know when you’ve heard it. I can not think of a better word to engrain the idea of
I was tearing my dictionaries of hope.” The words tearing, dropped, and light are all provide vivid images. Repetiton in sound is used as the familair litterary phrase of “who, why, and what” is implimented. In the next stanza he continues to touch upon the senses, adding in the words “pressing” and familiar situatins such as walking into the wrong room. The reader can identity with all of these and slowly comes to the conclusion at the end of the piece that what he was searching for all along, the grand sounding, the trombone of all trombones was in fact the word trombone. He just wanted to find the correct word to