December 3, 2011

John Wall Barger

THREE PHOTOS OF JAYNE MANSFIELD

The first: Mansfield laid out beside the car wreck,

top part of her head missing. A journalist found her blonde wig

at the scene, thought she’d been decapitated. At 2:25 a.m.,

they hit a curve in the road, when an insecticide truck

came the other way in a fog of chemicals. The impact

sheared off the top of the 1966 Buick Electra.

(Four Chihuahuas in there: just one died.) The second: Mansfield,

beside Sophia Loren at a fancy Hollywood dinner, allows

her breasts to cascade out of her silky dress. Loren is aghast.

Nobody looks very happy in either pic.

The two men beside Loren at the dinner are having

an awful night. Mansfield, however beautiful, is a car wreck.

At the accident, death has brought beauty & perfection.

A friend told me the other day that civilization

is an elaborate design to cover up shit.

I thought of Jayne Mansfield, how the end reveals

what we’ve known all along. The wig of life is removed

& we see the beast unveiled. We are jealous, having suspected

their ugliness. So when something beautiful ends

we are not surprised or disappointed. Quite the opposite.

We hold the bloody blonde wig in our hands.

We even try it on, & look in the mirror. We preen,

all of us, divas for a moment. This is the third picture:

the same, exactly, as the other two.

from Rattle #35, Summer 2011
Tribute to Canadian Poets

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John Wall Barger: “Before I knew who Jayne Mansfield was, I saw a 1957 CBC interview in which she rhymes off the names of her thirty pets, including a baby ocelot that she paid $500 to have imported from South America, which died of ‘underage’ after just four days.” (@festusminimus)

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