Poets and artists must resist this: The MFA way or the highway.
A degree works for some but not for others. A watershed has many tributaries.
Showing posts with label education. Show all posts
Showing posts with label education. Show all posts
10.20.2023
10.15.2023
required study
To really know poetry requires an education akin to training in the sciences.
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critical attention,
education,
know,
science,
training
9.05.2018
conditional audience
An educated and experienced readership is the necessary and sufficient condition for great poetry.
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condition,
education,
experience,
great poetry,
reader,
readership
12.08.2016
pang or spur
Reading for me has the unfortunate side effect of causing a pang of ignorance whenever I encounter a name, a place or an event I’m unfamiliar with. Rather than a pang, perhaps I should think of it as a spur, urging me on.
12.12.2015
poetry ready
A reader of poetry has responsibilities: among which are open-mindedness and a wide-ranging education.
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breadth,
education,
open-mindedness,
reader,
responsibility
7.07.2012
working into my own, unknown
The first seven drawings are from a group that I made in 1915-1916 when I first had the idea that what I had been taught was of little value to me except for the use of my materials as a language—charcoal, pencil, pen and ink, watercolor, pastel and oil. The use of my materials wasn’t a problem for me. But what to say with them? I had been taught to work like others and after careful thinking I decided that I wasn’t going to spend my life doing what had already been done.
I realized that I had things in my head not like what I had been taught—not like what I had seen—shapes and ideas so familiar to me that it hadn’t occurred to me to put them down. I decided to stop painting, to put away everything I had done, and to start to say the things that were my own.
This was one of the best times in my life. There was no one around to look at what I was doing—no one interested—no one to say anything about it one way or another. I was alone and singularly free, working into my own, unknown—no one to satisfy but myself.
—Georgia O’Keeffe, Some Memories of Drawings (Univ. of New Mexico Press, 1988), edited by Doris Bry, first published as limited edition portfolio in 1974.
I realized that I had things in my head not like what I had been taught—not like what I had seen—shapes and ideas so familiar to me that it hadn’t occurred to me to put them down. I decided to stop painting, to put away everything I had done, and to start to say the things that were my own.
This was one of the best times in my life. There was no one around to look at what I was doing—no one interested—no one to say anything about it one way or another. I was alone and singularly free, working into my own, unknown—no one to satisfy but myself.
—Georgia O’Keeffe, Some Memories of Drawings (Univ. of New Mexico Press, 1988), edited by Doris Bry, first published as limited edition portfolio in 1974.
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alone,
art quote,
becoming an artist,
education,
georgia o'keeffe,
language,
materials,
technique,
unknown,
vision
10.14.2010
book byways
I trust that in my haphazard scholarship I’ll be reading books others are not.
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autodidact,
books,
education,
reading,
scholarship
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