Friday, November 24, 2006
My world has become
a sepia and indigo montage
of gorgeous women in their underwear
I can’t tell you—well, I can, but won’t—
how much I’ve heard and read
about thongs and bikinis
and briefs and high-cuts and Rios.
And I’ve seen it all immortalized
in Gelly Roll colors
on the dark pages of memory books
that will last forever.
artists and others—all have felt
the imperative to analyze
and codify their thoughts
about front closures and back,
halters, racerbacks and two-straps.
Last week I drew a copy
of a sixteenth century fresco
by Pontormo of the Annunciation.
I used crayons
to copy the colors
of the Virgin Mary’s dress and veil.
make it possible to approximate
any hue, value and chroma.
Of course, the pigments and dyes
will fade in a few months,
but it was fun to draw and color.
And it’s fun to have the image around
while it lasts, knowing,
of course, that experts in Italy
are taking such good care
of the real fresco that it will last
another four hundred
and seventy-three years.
The Angel and the Virgin will last.
As I write this,
Joanne is sitting at her desk listening
to Steely Dan.
In a so-called ‘tapestry blue’ thong topped by
a matching seamless demi,
she’s transcribing conversation
onto the black, acid-free paper pages
of her journal.
I believe the pen is yellow.
I heard the conversation
when she first spoke it with Linda.
When Linda wears pantyhose
she wears her panties on top
because she likes the sensation
of the pantyhose seam
against her crotch. Joanne wears panties
under her pantyhose
because she finds the seam annoying.
The conversation lasted
almost half an hour. Joanne
has been writing
through all seven songs of the “Aja” CD.
The paper is archival.
So is the cool, Gelly Roll ink.
Four hundred and seventy-three years from now
the world will know
in considered, pretty detail
how our angels and virgins
and others felt about
their crotches and breasts, and the fabrics
that wrapped them.
Theology is man’s quest for a path to God.
Detail of the real deal,