Pussy & Poetry: Day 9: Found Lacking

"It's okay to want to leave.

You don't have to explain it to anyone." --Gina Myers

"Every living being...is expected to contain all others" --Claude Cahun

"I fall into their net of dust" --Megan Kaminski

"In war, we have the leisure to remember anything" --Leslie Scalapino

"her story is political, not magical" --Andrea Dworkin

"desire is always a desire of a desire" --Tracey McTague

"and we're entitled to have everything now" --Bernadette Mayer

"It's easy to use someone's body" --Farrah Field 

"I let myself fall apart" --Lee Ann Brown

"The geography of feminine pleasure is not worth listening to" --Luce Irigaray

"you have to be careful who you tell

because you tell and tell

you never stop telling" --Kathyrn Pringle

"It takes eternal war to hold the border tight" --Rachel Levitsky

"I have gone wandering but I always hear a call." --Alice Notley

"One does not always stay intact" --Judith Butler

"Hope lies in the possibility of a resistance that's based on being able to face our reality as it is."

 --bell hooks

Sometimes it's hard to hear over the noise.

 For all the women who keep speaking in the face of absurdity. 

September Poem: for Gina Myers

breaking cusps/ break corner

-for Gina Myers

an evening of gathered folds

do you recall how water wanders

you say enough in a poem

& then you have said it

what gets knotted is the straight

way we have of lately

still there are mornings of repeat

what did you want most and won least

botched way of making a family

I would say –there’s no real winning

life but then love spills

think about this time as your own Brontëan moor

it killed all the baby birds because it could

you could find no sheltering storm to home

you hold still like dark

you carry secrets, so many you forget

how to call them

this makes you like everyone

you are a true-to-life death

these dolls need an unboxing

if you make a thing once

you should be able to do it again

but that’s not always the case

I was as life-size as I could be

when a one-year old is gunned down

on the streets of New Orleans

what choice do you have

9.3.13

Megan Burns 

RapGenius on the 30 Days of Weezy Project

The great people over at Rap Genius have published all 30 of the poems from the 30 Days of Weezy Project on their site, and I am slowly annotating them along with some help from my poetry collaborators, Geoff Munsterman and Gina Myers. 

They are calling the Weezy poems: "An Epic Poem for our Times" 

*Love*

You can see all the annotations under my album.

This is as close I will probably ever get to being a rap star. 

Poetry Genius also has a nice blog post about the project focusing on the collaborations as well.

It begins:

 For National Poetry Month last April, New Orleans writer Megan Burns set out on a mission to write 30 poems in 30 days, all about Lil Wayne. Mission accomplished! In a truly Rap Genius-esque collaborative effort, Burns partnered with fellow authors Gina Myers and Geoff Munsterman to complete 30 Days of Weezy—and now all 30 poems are on the site with killer Verified annotations!

Burns kicks off Day 1 of the series with an “epistolary response” to a Lil Wayne quote about how some women have “deep and dark” reasons for not being able to love.

Full Blog Post

Weezy and I thank you for all the love, Rap Genius and Poetry Genius!

Day 30: 30 Days of Weezy for National Poetry Month

Photo by Gina Myers

(Collaboration with Megan Burns and Gina Myers, Atlanta)



"chest...caved in, mess on the pavement"
-Lil Wayne

Dear Weezy:

outlined this blue, a world of debt accrued
turning every day into something worthy
& new, blacklisted I bite down on
a slipping beat. Chew on that [for
a bit] ashy-mouth shapes form a gesture
in thrown shades.
My shadow tattooed to the sidewalk
iced or blown, a specific song for any
outlands, a specific object for best
intentions, like a chasing--
blazed down a path, a satellite
of pretensions, an art of mistakes
and the mistaken, rapt gaze caught
on the link joining the last hook to the break.
[Take it all down.] Restart the tape
till shuttering a slammed down solution gutters
down the page. This the new sound,
the future splintered, it's grappling a precise
measure tamped down to its tight lip.

Love,
Megan Burns & Gina Myers