Monday, May 15, 2006
Spies, lies, and poetry
In this climate of suspicion, it is all the more moving to me to read a poem like "Lavender Wedding," by Shane Allison: a manifesto of celebratory resistance to the atmosphere of fear and conformity. The poem, which I found in Robert Giron's wonderful anthology, Poetic Voices Without Borders, is a stunning assertion of love in the face of all the hatred in the world - just by describing a super-queer wedding:
My husband to be will look stunning
in his lavender Christian Dior wedding dress imported from Paris.
The priest will be a Michael Jackson impersonator.
The reception will be held at the House of Chicken and Waffles,
where Debbie, employee of the month, will catch the bouquet.
Wally, the four hundred pound, stubble-faced cook,
who smokes stink cigars, where the ashes
occasionally fall in the blueberry pancake mix,
will have the pleasure of pulling the garter belt
from my husband's thigh with his teeth.
Please invite me to the wedding, Shane. You can read some of Shane's more pornographic poems here.