Sunday, March 24, 2019

There are More Beautiful Things Than Beyonce....late post

So What...
so what if I read this amazing testament backwards?
I didn't but if I had it would certainly be as monumental!

"Why do you get up in the morning"

is the last line of this collection but it is reflected in every poem...
it would be expected to say, Morgan Parker's work embodies intersectionality but that verges on reductive.
Her work embodies her unique perspective...fresh, raw, beautiful, complex...her own.

Yet as she herself said- she writes for others- she shares her heart, her thoughts, her insecurities and her magic- She illuminates my dark corners of "privilege...strips me bare...and I lose my words
I am not worthy to define hers.


"there are more beautiful things than Beyoncé: self awareness
 leftover mascara in clumps, recognizing a pattern
 This is for all the grown women whose countries hate them and their brothers
 Who carry knives in their purses down the street
 maybe they will turn to air or news or brown flower petals"

It is heartbreaking- I cannot deny the truth and I feel powerless to change this reality...
and I ask myself "what good could ever come from the power of privilege?" since I do not know, certainly I must continue to learn how to best advocate for justice...unlearn systemic evil...

I can shut the fuck up and bow down before the skill and rage and beauty of others...

I can keep looking at the issues and speak out about inequality, hate....Shit! enough about me already

let's talk about tempo- there is a rhythm to Parker's work- sometimes it feels like a conversation with someone interacting with the world...maybe they are talking on the phone- texting definitely...
while the TV plays and then they are sharing a YouTube video with you...
or are you even there?
but she is sharing her intimate thoughts...she worldbuilds! she expresses womaness ...she is bad ass, brilliant, so skillfully dropping truth bombs!

I am mesmerized by her paired back language which leaves no doubts...quick witted, yet devoid of jaded bitterness...her candor with the level and variety of self care...be it bad drugs, pharmaceuticals, tall boys, bubble baths...its a crazy world- love yourself- love each other- be brave- be you....



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