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Divining Divas: 100 Gay Men on Their Muses

By: Michael Montlack | Other books by Michael Montlack
Published By: Lethe Press
Published: Jan 30, 2012
ISBN # 9781590213834
Word Count: 37,000
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Categories: Poetry Gay/Lesbian Nonfiction


Divining Divas: 100 Gay Men on Their Muses by Michael Montlack - Gay/Lesbian Nonfiction

Editor Michael Montlack has assembled an anthology of a hundred gay poets--award winners and fresh voices--in thrall with female icons throughout the ages ranging from Gloria Swanson to Mary J, Blige, from Edith Piaf to Joni Mitchell, Bette Midler to Lady Gaga. These are not merely appreciations of the gorgeous and daring but poems that are confessional to bittersweet to witty.
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Go Tell Alice

The deal’s still on: in a city that sleepwalks
one alarm is set loud enough to make her sit
up from the cross hatching
of an antique Sir Tenniel illustration with a sound
like velcro tearing loose, a flesh blush
coming into the cheek of white Victorian paper,
and those eyes with their quill-tip lashes
that never blinked at anthropomorphic lizards
and disembodied whiskers of Cheshire cats
will widen. Envision her twirling between
dressing-room mirrors
in a spectral hall of perspectives
in hopes of return to realities that are All About Alice,
before giving up to meander
like an out-of-work actress around Manhattan,
by sunset, the boroughs;
I can just see it—Pulaski Bridge traffic
billowing that skirt through the last of a daylight
that remains unsaved, from the metropolis where she tried to pour tea
into the cups of mad babblers, engaged in chatter
with madmen and mice, nearly tumbled into open
manholes of white rabbits bereft,
both unsure and uninsured—
gutter rainwater muddying that Disney sky-blue—
no, it just won’t do!
No, go and tell Alice, she can wear me too.
Tell her we’ll trade reflections.
Yes, Alice, let’s!
I’ll be you: don your buttercup bob and headband
the way I always wanted to
before decorum slapped me down, become buoyant
with a curiosity that finally might not kill,
and remain, as they say, a person of color
but in a fair and cartoon hue. Indignant defiance
will come in more handy than ususal
as I finally tell all tyrants they’re nothing
but a pack of cards and I can’t deal.
While I relax among live flowers
or take a running leap off cliffs of reason in a dress
with the capacity to parachute,
this side of the looking glass, let her taste
mistakes that stain, reverse herself into
what they call masculinity’s inversion
and perversity, what they call manhood, and ethnicity
referred to as blackness. Tell her
she’ll need that quirky precocity of hers,
all those stubborn retorts, all the precociously matronly smarts,
a proper grasp of one’s own relative size,
some stolen tartness,
all of her unblinking matter-of-factness.

Lonely Christopher on GERTRUDE STEIN

A Table
after Gertrude Stein

A table means does it not my dear
Entirely nothing to worry about
This is not a joke without a hint
Worn of education to hear a voice
Then why complain when there is
Certainly no tablecloth all the time
Instead her in an early photograph
On a wheel in Allegheny then guest
And even then quiet for that in my
Resemblances practiced awkwardly
I dislike our ordinary arrangement
A table being perfectly satisfactory
Where she drank the turpentine for
Breakfast to maintain assortments
A basket lapsed on a table usually
Under the portrait of an American
Businessman an atelier appreciated
Into the singular window pleasing
Meaningfully down meadows for
A dainty town in the gay war time
Her ambulance driven toward lunch
The secretary followed behind her
Itching the calcified uterus under
A long dress a chair an agreement
In the monies developing principle
None other than that establishment
She blew more below the straight
Rooms distributing the author all
That can be seen from descriptions
A waist a purse a frightful release
Paint me in my strange chapeaus
Being regular in being gay in there
Very regularly gay when presented
A difference when it comes in kind
Explaining gets dark with burning
This lesson of our consequences is
Triumphant because her defenses
Hid out because nothing comes to
Mean there never is it then there
When a birthday is added how is
She my means seated at a table?

Divining Divas: 100 Gay Men on Their Muses

By: Michael Montlack