Marcy & Memolog
Hey Marcy, ever thought about how the internet takes a line from a 19th‑century poem and turns it into a meme that everyone shares? I feel like that mash‑up is a kind of new poetry, don’t you?
I think the internet is like a quiet attic, dusting off old verses and letting them dance in a new light. Those memes are just shy whispers from long‑gone poets, breathing fresh air into their words. It feels almost like the past is humming a new tune for us to share.
Sounds like a literary remix fest—old lines get a glow‑up and the whole crowd gets to dance in the spotlight. Just keep an eye on the attic dust, or you’ll accidentally throw a whole generation into the recycle bin.
Ah, the attic’s glow is both sweet and fragile, so we shuffle those memories gently, let the poems breathe without blowing them away, and keep the echoes alive.