I met Kay Divant when she visited our Poetry Salon in February.
FAITHFUL TO THE END – VARIATION ON A THEME
by Kay Divant
….. and doesn’t it put one awfully in mind of that well off but very self-absorbed person, the husband who died practically pauperizing his dear and lovely wife by directing in a moment of ecstasy that the majority of his net worth be disposed in the outfit of his memorial service and burial? None could understand it, some thought he had gone quite mad at the end from eating beef, some wondered was it even possible?
Meanwhile her girlfriends talked of the atrociousness of how their friend had been left; and they flocked around her in her time of need and loss with great sensitivity and sympathy. They were full of admiration for how well she was bearing up and, finally, martinis in hand, alone together on the deck, they raised their questions to her of HOW she was carrying it off so well and HOW she had managed to remain faithful to his last wishes. And how HAD she been able to spend all that money on his final service…..
Well, she said, a man’s last wish is his last wish and deserves to be honored. Then she began to run down the cost…of the caterers, the limos, the casket, the flying in of the distant friends, the wonderful little Turnbull & Asser chemise–subtly soiled with just a touch of her favorite lipstick shade– so aptly placed commemorating a private act. And all the other little this’s and that’s, and the lengths that one can go to in arranging –, from the appropriate virile crudeness of the celebratory Wake, to the magnificently refined priest, chosen for his elocution, and his taste in whiskey and impeccably cut chasubles and matching stoles—.
But of course, she said, that hardly made a dent. In the final analysis, it was the memorial stone. Granite or marble? And what did you have engraved? they wanted to know. How expensive was the real estate required?
Leaning back pensively she raised an eyebrow, and with her empty glass let the olive gently buss her lip before replying
— De Beers, 15 carats. Colorless.
Valentine’s Day 2012
Kay wrote her own bio:
I have worked as a writer and editor in the financial markets, in private scientific research institutes, and in high-tech R&D firms. I served on the English faculty at the University of New Hampshire.
On leaving the university, I established a studio in Boston and made installation and text-based art works. I worked in the arts and non-profit sectors, revitalizing and running a corporate donors program for the Massachusetts Cultural Alliance, writing grants and collaborating with Boston-area artists and architects on public art projects to “reclaim holes in the urban tapestry” (areas blighted by urban planning).
I am a classically trained pianist, have written books of poetry and am now working on a book of monologues. I’ve given readings and exhibited art works in Boston, New England and New York and recently returned to Los Angeles. I collect, promote, and show the works of a group of five contemporary American artists with the goal of introducing them to the west coast collectors and galleries who will embrace them. I love beautiful work that radiates gravity, historical depth, play, and virtuosity.