Carry on you wayward son and other great lines of poetry

Obviously, the place to go on the intertubes today is the Werepoet’s site for the close reading of one of those masterpieces that justify all the effort humankind made 2 million years ago to stand up on its hind legs, to wit: Starship’s We built this city on Rock n Roll. George Saunders, eat your heart out.


Anonymous said…
Oh dear. As the youngsters write these days, tl;dr. Besides, what of the old saw that the opposite of love isn't hatred but indifference?

There are surely more wretched songs, but I can't think of them right now. Nor do I want to.

—et alia