I’ve been feeling like rotting salmon for a couple of days, so I don’t know that there’s a coherent thought in all of this: I’m listening right now to a mash-up that mixes “Back in Black” with “We Will Rock You” (arguably two of the most overplayed songs in professional sports history, with “Crazy Train” a close third) with a little bit of “Ms. Jackson” thrown in for good measure. Don’t mock me, I got it from Idolator, so it has to be cool, right?

Granted, one can more easily remix music and lay the beat from one song underneath the lyrics to another than one can somehow remix poetry. But it’s sort of a wonder that there’s not a more vibrant culture around borrowing and assembling lines that somehow speak to each other to create something unexpected and new. Sure, it’s a different culture in poetry, one that has been fiercely guarded over the last couple decades. But I wonder if perhaps the next generation of poets will recognize some of the possibilities assemblage presents to poets.

For my part, I’m interested, but haven’t completed an attempt worth showing anyone yet. So, there’s that.

Help us, O Danger Mouse.