and the milk tip is brimming
and each machine is working
and I will kiss you when
I cut up one dozen new men
and you will die somewhat,
again and again."
— An excerpt from “Again and Again and Again,” Anne Sexton
— ― Alice Munro
(Brunette with Cat, drawing, 2011)
(Gad/Madonna/Pin-up with Cat drawing, collage, 2011)
About Simone Gad: Born in Brussels, Belgium. Lives and works in Los Angeles and Brussels. Represented by L2kontemporary Gallery in Chinatown, Los Angeles. Collectors include Elton John, Madonna, Cher, and Diana Ross. Actress, performance artist, visual artist.
Eric Minh Swenson shot a wonderful short with Gad earlier this year. It’s on the Huffington Post site and will give you lots of insight into the mind of Gad. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/eric-minh-swenson/simone-gads-personal-holo_b_4505121.html
You can see more of her provocative work here: http://santamonica.bgartdealings.com/
As I Was Saying
Old maple leaves barely able to hang on green, go
What will they do in tomorrow’s red dress?
soon to mulch or scatter down the street with
garbage. What is this conversation, this little
Crunch the bone of it to cake flour.
dance of when-we-can-what-we’ll-do? Are we
low, long, reverberations of dialogue about
the real dressed as the mundane? We’ve forgotten
A kind of play?
our native tongue, so speak with fingertips close to lips or
pressed into the small of my back. You whisper in
I want to float with those three in your key,
that breath span between release and reconnect. We are
let them curl under my chin.
closer to it there. That is our conversation.
(“As I Was Saying” appears in Monroe’s chapbook, Something More Like Love.)
Go for a rain walk with towels. Place bets
on puddles we’ve not seen since January
and may never see again. Let’s be serious
for a moment—let’s not! Count buds on maples. Let’s break
the window of the house across the street with our hands.
Let’s climb trees slick black, grab the crow at the top by the tail.
Let’s pray! Let’s not. Let’s beg! Let’s not.
Let’s let each other have our way with each other. Let’s do this again
real soon. Let’s create strange verses. Let’s try to pick ourselves up
off the floor after so much whiskey—so many whiskey kisses.
About Jenn Monroe: Jenn Monroe is executive editor of Eastern Point Press and co-founder and an editor/educator for Eastern Point Lit House. She is the author of Something More Like Love (2012, Finishing Line Press) and her poems have been published in a wide array of literary journals. She lives with her loves in New Hampshire.
See more of her work here: www.thepoetgirl.com