Don’t Just Do Something…
The only thing you really need,
I tell these people, is the talent
of the room Unless you have that
your other talents are worthless.
Michael Ventura
Joyce Carol Oats writes of Ernest
Hemingway in a fictional piece: he’d
had a bad day: brutal when “the work”
doesn’t come.
And Flannery O’Connor sasid in a
letter—I’m at my desk every morning,
from 8 till 12 because even if I’ve got
nothing to write, I want to be on hand
if and when the good news arrives.
Something like that.
Not exactly. LIKE, I said. .
Like waiting for Godot. Supplicant.
Begging bowl up raised. Please, sir:
may I have some more? Cargo Cultist:
expecting goods to fly in on the wings
of a dove if I’m patient. A patient.
Art is 90 % perspiration
90%--necessary & insufficient. It’s the
3 % that counts.
I remember seeing something like this
posted on the wall next to my 5th grade
desk. Might not have been “art.” Might
have been “accomplishment.”
7 % = obedience (“listening”—supplicant,
just begging for it.)
Some just sat for weeks
Some kept saying that next
winter,
moved to
when
so busy or when they
them the
actual room; it couldn’t be
the kitchen)
but not immediate future,
novel or
(Michael Ventura: “The Talent of the Room” )
http://www.michaelventura.org/writings/LA4.pdf
Or text book, or scholarly article, bibliography,
biography…. grant proposal, funding application,
course syllabi, dean’s report, rubric creations,
reserve book lists… I add these seemingly
like-activities, but I’m not sure they fit.
What do you think?
Who sits in a room waiting for “the work” to come
when the work’s a text book for crying out loud?
Or a history? A comparison of texts? Scholarly
edition. Analysis of somebody’s long poem or life?
What’s to wait for? It's at hand. Just do it.
You don’t have to have “the talent of the room”
to be a pro. It would be a handicap.
Amateur standing, standing still on the one hand,
Professionalism on the other. Do not collapse,
conflate,or confuse. Turn it up. The difference
We can put it in play. Argue. Sitting on the dock
of the bay as it were. So to speak.
xxxooo, Sam


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