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The
Mona Lisa
I talk to the Mona Lisa
sometimes.
It's not that I'm mad or crazy or
insane or anything like that, it's
just...
...I get lonely walking through these
corridors sometimes.
"We'll always have Paris" the movie
says. There's a whole world out there! Romanticised. And here I am on
my own, again. Night after night. Rinse, repeat, "Play
it Again Sam."
But the Mona Lisa's always there.
Smiling. Well, almost smiling.
Why don't I speak to any other
pictures? you might ask. Well, to be honest, I just can't imagine any
of the others speaking
back!
What would a Cézanne even say? "I've
got a headache?" You can't talk to a Picasso, because his mouth's in
the wrong place.
And I wouldn't even try my luck with the cubists or any of that other
late-modern junk.
No, No, the Mona Lisa is the only girl
for me.
"Vincent," she calls softly,
"Vincent..."
"...Come and talk to me."
- Antony
Sammeroff (Scotland)
Antony Sammeroff is
a piano tutor, playwright and musician living in the West End of
Glasgow. He writes as a theatre critic for The Skinny and is
composer
in residence with a Glasgow-based community theatre project (Attune
Theatre).
His blog is available for viewing at http://reasonspiritandesthetics.blogspot.co.uk
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Emerald Bolts
Magazine, 2012
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