After these readings, I followed as the poets would stand out on U Street or repair to a café and argue about everything-books, politics, boxing. And their arguments reinforced the discordant tradition I'd found in Moorland, and I began to see discord, argument, chaos, perhaps even fear, as a kind of power. I was learning to live in the disquiet I felt in Moorland-Springarn, in the mess of my mind. The gnawing discomfort, the chaos, the intellectual vertigo was not an alarm. It was a beacon.
( Ta-Nehisi Coates )
[ Between the World and Me ]
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