Monday, February 22, 2016

Play House Comments

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He calls me his wifey, like we're in love
And we're playing the game and it's so much fun
I get to dance around the house with no pants on
While he plays the guitar and sings a song
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Paul Davies 22 February 2016

This poem brought to mind a Talking Heads song, 'This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody) ' about which David Byrne commented, 'a love song made up almost completely of non sequiturs, phrases that may have a strong emotional resonance but don't have any narrative qualities.' The poet here makes the connexion in the final syllables, I think - its sudden inversion - that the emotional resonances are surely valid, but which have to have narrative qualities as well, to be a place you can occupy in life.

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