Valerie Wallace
Alexander McQueen's Bop with Interviewer
I’ve tried my best to get away
from the Little Black Dress.
That uniform makes mine eyes glaze over!
How can you trust counterfeit elegance?
There’s something ignorant
in women who wear sparrows.
I want people to be afraid
of the women I dress.
Waif who needs rescuing
isn’t romance.
I’ve seen naiveté
I know what can happen.
Someone’s life is burning
from this world’s brutal kiss.
I am/you are
the voyeur/the mirror.
I want people to be afraid
of the women I dress.
This is sartorial,
but, O softness.
O radiance.
Leather, locusts, shells, fur
The clothes I make
don’t acquiesce.
Here is the fang, the net,
art of armor.
I want people to be afraid
of the women I dress.
Small seams
after Alexander McQueen
Beauty is an accusation. Nature
Herself has turned metaphysical.
Skull bears witness, proper
& perfect. Viper to socket, startles
me into alertness. Profane
& beauty are not in opposition —
Mediocrity is the world’s welter. Flame
On the alter, from dulled procession
The age demanded an image of its
Accelerated grimace. I’d be a fool
Not to open my mind. Don’t pity
The age if I mirror it. I want to pull
Nature into vanity. To lead back.
Let the skull crack. Let the wind speak.
from Ezra Pound
Let’s make a dress from these
Stained red medical slides layer vertically on sleeveless sheath,
high-necked and cut away from right shoulder to right hipbone.
Heavy overskirts of crimson ostrich feathers swish & switch,
thick & deliberate into underskirt of plum-black ostrich feathers.
These skirts obey the law of push. From the slightest pressure they bloom.
Interpreter of alarm
Lover of syringe & tub water
Tongue at your throat
One thousand thin clappers summon the carnal bell
Raucous rouge
Smudge of poppies
Murder of corpuscular roses
So juiced they vogue
Rubies strewn on scarlet carpet
You stare. There is fire racing
Under your skin
Twin to Eros
Close your eyes to see me
Repeat me to feel me
At the end I go quietly
I take you with me.
After an Alexander McQueen dress from the his collection Voss, Spring/Summer 2001.