It was an honor and a pleasure to
have been involved with this year’s writer in residence, Tayari Jones. Aside
from any reading or writing tips, techniques and etcetera that come along with
creative writers and creative writing workshops, Tayari was a delight to be
around. Her passion for her craft was (is) electric, and I both saw and felt
the buzz and hum pass right around—first the classroom, and then the room where
she gave her reading. If I wasn’t disgusted by the use of the word I’d call it palpable.
Tayari’s focus in our week of
workshop was revision. Revision is a funny thing…in that it can let you know
that you haven’t come near to completing a piece in the first place, or that
you haven’t found your way to the starting line (let alone tied your shoe laces
yet). “Reading a story is a spectator sport,” Tayari said, “and you need to get
the reader involved.” The reader needs to be there, bleachered, but not
sitting—they need to be on their feet, dressed in the appropriate colors, hands
cupped around their mouths shouting viciously at the opposing players and
chanting with passion for the home team. But first, indeed, they need to know
who (or what) to root for before the score even matters…before the dwindling
time on the clock brings nervous nails to teeth. One of the first things one
must do in revision, then, is make sure a position is posited at the
beginning…that a place is staked out where the reader can ground themselves and
ready for the oncoming tide, right from the start. Otherwise, they will slowly shuffle
to the exits, confused as to why they took those tickets from their friends and
made their way to the arena in the first place…heading out early in order to
beat the traffic. This seems like such an obvious aspect of one’s story to focus
on—the beginning—but surprisingly, it appears to go overlooked more often than
one would expect.
I was tickled pink to listen to a
few of my peers’ stories that I had read (and remembered) in past workshops
undergoing the revision process as we worked with Tayari, to hear their labor
of revision paying off…to see that it is a workable process, one that we seldom
focus on in the workshop. This was a prideful feeling. A
‘hey-I-remember-that-story-and-the-scrutiny-that-it-underwent-and-now-it-seems-you-have-your-finger-on-the-pulse-of-it…you’ve-really-got-it-going-now-no-doubt-you’ll-finish-that-story-and-it-will-be-great-you-are-really-great-this-workshop-week-has-been-really-great’
sort of feeling. I was happy to be a part of it.
The MFA program constructs a
community, pours the foundation of the buildings and erects the edifices of a group
of friends—readers and writers—that one hopes (right?) to count on in the
future MFA-less world where a penny shines a bit brighter (unless the lotto is won),
to find readers of what’s lately been writ. I am glad to be a part of this at
FAU, and I think that offering a chance at sharing such a community with a
visiting writer/professor who deals in words, and trades in commereced stories
and books—a writer/professor who is only here for a fleeting moment…much more
fleeting than the MFA career—allows for an extremely focused set of guidelines,
with even less time to waste. It allows for the development of a simultaneously
distant and proximate relationship, rushed no doubt by time constraints, that
forces the student to take note, to note take; it betters the workshop and
bunkers the community. Though I would not trade the professors I have been
lucky enough to work with and learn from for any other in the ‘field,’ the
experience of encountering a decorated and knowledgeable passerby of the same
sport, with words, wisdom and insight all her own, is a priceless one, if you
are so lucky to be afforded it.
Matthew
Parker is a human being. This is an enormous pressure and takes continual
diligence upon waking to keep it so. There are too many wires and chords and
outletted plugs, and far too many screens to caress to get anything done. In
the lulls between the contemplation of these anxieties he tries to write
writing.
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