Consider yourself
and everyone around you
as consummate practicers

refining ways of being,
honing their speaking tones and counterpoint gestures,
assuming the sound and the movement
of who and what they want to be

we’re practicing all the time,
practicing the patterns
of what we can’t yet play.



Think of a song
as a mind-expander,
a drug for losing yourself
through its insistent propositions

maybe that’s the thinking
of the subway guitar guy
who plays “Fast Car” each night
choosing just the first bit
that sounds like African kora
looping around and around
setting up what’s to come

it’s so catchy
but he never goes beyond it
to tell Ms Chapman’s blues story
using music for hypnosis
instead of a drive towards change.