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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