How does the poem reflect on productive work and everyday experiences? Does that emphasis on the white music/hit on dark sheets—on textbooks that are not made up regarding everyday, typographic texts to take see (Braille and scores) —cause us to read towards a new mode of hearing through the senses that speak? Those lines about the white music/hit on black canvas, combined with this poem’s recommendations to blindness and jazz, also tell up the picture of the blind, black jazz musician. Take the racialized imagery concerning the comments above on the politics of words, change, and privilege. What do you make of the imagination? Does it merely romanticize racialized experiences or does it increase this discourse of creativity in some manner?
