Where is the Love? The Black Eyed Peas asked in 2003. I was down on the riverbank, but nobody told them, so I spent ten years struggling until being discovered by the Greenygrey last year.
The Greenygrey asked the same question an hour ago, and when it found me said I should post some stuff for the humans out there, after I focused almost entirely on voles in my first post… and totally on lovely vole photos.
Hi, it’s Love the mixed-up vole presenting the blog for Valentine, as I have love coursing through my name.
Needing some quick human material I went over to the fmpoetry website to check for new poems.
Billy Joel sang New York State of Mind in 1976, and I think Marc Latham was in such a thought process when he wrote his latest Folding Mirror poem for Valentine’s Day, as it features New York singers Debbie Harry and Taylor Momsen.
Valentine Poem New York Generations
There’s a lot more about the rationale behind the poem, and a couple of cool photos over on the fmpoetry.wordpress.com website. Here’s the info about how the poem works, followed by the poem:
The poem contains 19 Blondie song titles and two albums in the top half and middle line; and the same amount of The Pretty Reckless music in the bottom half. The former’s singles are written in green ink, the latter’s in blue; all the albums are in orange.
Atomic and Rapture are two different songs without a gap between them in the poem.
The poem kind of tells a story through the song titles, but it was mainly an exercise in constructing a mirroring poem rather than telling an original or personal story. Some of the lines mirror quite nicely.
Valentine Love Poem, Songs Without Music
Debbie Harry and Taylor Momsen, New York two Generations R&R
Heavy Metal Ballad, Beyond Elite Understanding
Dreaming of Your Prescence Dear
on an Island of Lost Souls
Plastic Letters melted In The Sun
The Hardest Part was Hanging on the Telephone
waiting for you to Call Me
don’t have a Heart of Glass
so it would have been Atomic Rapture
to meet you In The Flesh
but Parallel Lines don’t cross
and my vow that Pretty Baby
One Way or Another
I’m Gonna Love You Too
disappeared at 11.59
that time when The Tide is High
didn’t even Die Young Stay Pretty
instead developing a Poet’s Problem
Go Through It writing, Nothing Left to Lose
Factory Girl manufacturing my thoughts
ideas that Make Me Wanna Die
exploding into silent angst Since You’re Gone
Void and Null
I never was no Superhero
Where Did Jesus Go
not leading your Blonde Rebellion that
did once Light Me Up
seems a place Far From Never
when my love Heart would always Panic
but Everybody Wants Something From Me
so didn’t hear You say Follow Me Down
I’m Going to Hell wanna Burn
together I Really Fucking Love You
Sweet Things please Kill Me