Seek to be useful in a crisis.
Care about outcomes and consequences. Understand they are never evenly distributed. Let go of the conviction of intent. Do the reading. Cite the authors who enabled your comprehension. Ask who gets left out of the footnotes of history. Consider who you’re writing out of the story.
Villains require heroes. Sometimes they look the same. And then the angles change.
It’s hard to ask different questions if your perspective hasn’t changed.
Blues come dressed like introspective echoes of a journey.
And yes, I have searched the rooms of the moon on cold summer nights.
And yes, I have refought those unfinished encounters.
Still, they remain unfinished.
And yes, I have at times wished myself something different.
The tragedies are sung nightly at the funerals of the poet;
The revisited soul is wrapped in the aura of familiarity.
— from I Have Folded My Sorrows by Bob Kaufman