What I’m Really Thinking

For the Greeks it was the muses, it was the gods. That’s who stirred things up when the bets were down. When you were really on the outs. The pursuit of art, of creation— it’s a fool’s errand only the gods would understand.

Now, I think we need gods in alleys, gods in the streets, muses on murals, gifts to the gods in graffiti form, street art, and in the many curses and doubts we speak only under our breaths.

A resolution sounds brave. I don’t about all that. I just want to get back in the action. That action being writing, thinking, getting lost in those nooks, those underpasses of inspiration only seen and only known to street dwellers.