I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor: Issa's Sunday Service, #106

This is a day for rocking out, if delayed by a week.  Here's the 2nd appearance of the pop/rock band with as many hooks per album as your average fly fisherwoman has in her tackle box: the Arctic Monkeys.  At first listening, it would seem there is an allusion to Orwell's "1984" but, upon closer inspection, this seems spurious - I'm not remembering too many robots in that lit classic, especially dancing to electro-pop.  However, as I was about to abandon all hope, up popped the line "Oh, there ain't no love, no Montagues or Capulets" ... and, though this may seem a bit like "Newsflash: Generalissimo Francisco Franco, Still Dead," it'll do.

So, what about these robots and electro-pop and dance floors?  Well, maybe it's not a  lit allusion in the Arctic Monkey's song,  but perhaps pop citing pop:




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This week's poems come from Lilliput Review, #87, April 1997.  They came back to back on pages 5 and 6 of this issue and have an interesting kinship.  Enjoy.





On Padre Island
   Alone on the beach
   watching the waves dissolve your name
   remembering

   Single gull dives
   impressing on the sand grains
   a fleeting shadow

   Barbara Tieken

Dad
   He's the one told me
   "Never write your name
   in the sand; the sea
   will come and take it away
   and what would we call you
   after that

   B. Kim Meyer

my dead mother--
every time I see the ocean
every time..

Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue

best,

Don

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