She Blinded Me With Science: Issa's Sunday Service, #29

What would any respectable list of pop/rock music be, even with pretense to the literary, without a one hit wonder? Add the ever important fact that its an 80's one hit wonder and you have the perfect storm of shlock. It's just too good not to include. And, of course, you can dance to it forever, depending on your crank of choice.

Just in case you can't stop dancing, here is the video, one which helped make MTV the true hellhole which it was to become (oh, man, did we actually watch this over and over and ...)





OMG, here it is "live":





And now you never have to listen to it again. And I've banned myself from using the word "live" anytime in the foreseeable future.


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This week's feature poem comes from issue #45 of Lilliput Review, from June 1993.

Voyeur

that heavy breath
against smeared glass

the poet rubbing
windows

for the worl to
peep through

Melissa Cannon

at dawn a keepsake
left on the window
red leaves

Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue

best,
Don