I’d like to thank the many tentacles of social media for delivering Morgan Parker’s work to my computer screen. Their name is also Morgan, so clearly they must be brilliant (and their work shows it) and they just happen live in Brooklyn (how have we never met?). Their work gives me all the feels, akin to when I heard Warsan Shire for the first time and just sat in my living room drinking tea for a day.
Some of my favorites from them:
I drink like my father
and I laugh at my sin.
Sometimes the sun’s a jack
knife to my shoulders. I love
heavy and good. Biggie
spit the Crack Commandments and I pen
these: stay in Brooklyn
all weekend. Be a dodger
of the small thing that aches. Rob
men if you need to. They have enough. – Morgan Parker
I K N O W R I G H T ?
So immediately I starting searching out more of their stuff from all over, as a new fan would. I love this as well:
“Men champion men and animals.
Everybody thinks I’m going to die.
At the museum I tell the school group about Black art.
I tell them the word contemporary.
I have a nose ring I forget about.
I have a brother and he is also Black.
I am a little modern to the fault.
I say this painting is contemporary like you and me.
They ask me about slavery. They say Martin Luther King.
At school they learned that Black people happened.
The present is not so different.
I’m looking into their Black faces.
They do not understand that they exist.
I’m Black in America and I walk
into a bar and drink a lot of wine, kiss a white man on his beard.
There is no indictment.
I could die any minute of depression.
I just want to have sex most of the time.
I just want my student loans to disappear.
I just want to understand my savings account.
What is happening to my five dollar one cent.
I am free with the following conditions.”
– excerpt from ALL THEY WANT IS MY MONEY MY PUSSY MY BLOOD, by Morgan Parker