Why I'm a little quiet

I wanted to take the opportunity to let loose with a more personal entry for a change. I feel a little guilty for talking so much about myself, since I really wanted this blog to focus on the MFA experience--but since that experience most certainly involves myself, I thought it would be alright.

Many, many things have been going on for the last month. This doesn't even encompass the time prior to, during, and slightly after we moved to Oregon (which was an all in all stressful experience, to say the least), but it's really the things that have happened just recently that are of note.

I came to Corvallis with a label. A title. I'm a graduate student in Oregon State University's MFA program. I write poetry. That's why I'm here, and that's what got me here. It is true, I enjoy rhetoric, critical theory, gender theory, and many other things--but my passion is in poetry.

With that having been said, I've looked back on the last four weeks and realized that I have spent a great deal of my time focusing on teaching, focusing on improving my social life in a new town where I don't know anyone (and for the record I think I've done fairly well for being the "new guy," mostly because there are so many other "new guys," and "new girls," to help with the shock). It's been rough. And that's not a loaded statement! It really has been hard trying to acclimate myself, and remain in the good graces of the people I've met, AND teach myself...yes...how to teach.

I've been fortunate enough to meet some very cool people since I've been here. Each is unique and important in their own special way. I suppose I made friends fairly easily when I was in high school, but I lost site of how important friends were in college. I think I got it backward, since I don't talk to most of the people I went to high school with, and I only had four or five very close friends in college, all of which I still talk to, despite being 3,000 miles from them.

In a way, I feel like I'm still trying to get over the slight social ignorance I developed as an undergrad. I always fell into the crowd that I would best fit into...but now, things are different. All of these people are different...and they're all great!

Sometimes people will look at me while I'm "out" at a bar, or restaurant when I'm just hanging out with friends and wonder why I'm so quiet. The truth is I've always been fairly quiet when I have nothing to say--and I've always been loud and vocal when I do have something to say. Just because I don't speak doesn't mean I'm uncomfortable, or that I don't like the people I'm around. I simply value the art of listening.

Think about it! Every time we listen we learn something new (if not always, then a lot of the time). My silence could be an indicator that I don't fully understand the conversation, or that I simply don't have a personal investment in the discussion.

I've found a great number of writers are like this. A good friend of mine from Florida wrote thunderous novellas and non-fiction pieces on war, religion, rape, murder, and many other intriguing topics. His writings were loud and boisterous. They insisted on being heard!

When I met him for the first time, I complimented him on the style of his work. He replied coyly, "Thank you," and shyly looked to the floor.

What a discovery! ...a writer who composes loud texts and displays them silently!

I suppose what I'm getting at is that I've learned a great deal about myself and where my values lie. I've made some great friends, and I would like them to better understand who I am. (if such a thing is even possible)

I always preferred talking with the pen, anyway.

Unless a pint is involved. In this case, the rules change.

Good News!

Exciting news today...for me anyway!

There is a fabulous MFA blog also located on blogger.com. It's called The MFA Handbook, very popular blog source for MFA prospects and students. It's managed be the wonderful Tom Kealey, MFA instructor in fiction from Stanford University.

To make a short story even shorter, I've been asked to become a regular contributor to this nationally recognized blog. That having been said, you can check out my thoughts on both this blog and the MFA Handbook. I promise this blog will be updated regularly, and with fresh material, differnent from the other. (So both are worth checking out!)

I like to look at it as....the MFA Handbook blog is a global perspective, informative from a pragmatic perspective--while this blog serves as a more personal, experiential account of my journey.

That, and I may tend to include more trivial entertaining posts in this blog.

Anyway, please check the other one out also (link below, and soon to be added to both this page, as well as my facebook and myspace accounts), but not to read my crappy muses! Oh no! I'm just a CSPAN channel stick on mute, or just as unimportant. (I kid of course) But, there are numerous valuable articles and discussions on the MFA Handbook, many of which I used when applying to programs...where it felt like there was no one to turn to, and no one around me seemed to have any answers, it did!

The link is...

http://creative-writing-mfa-handbook.blogspot.com/

Fabulous.

Ah yes, and Oregon State did upset USC this evening, in what I am calling the greatest underdog victory in the history of college sports. I'm not exaggerating. Many of the news casters are saying the same thing, and given the state of media these days....it must, I mean MUST be true! (part of that statement is true, part is sarcasm. Guess which is which.)

Cheers,

John

Some interesting thoughts from Mr. McCaffery

Below is an interesting article written by the fantastic RJ McCaffery. (If you've ever browsed through the Cortland Review online, or perhaps read extensively about the defense of internet publication, you've likely heard of him). This particular article is in defense to the MFA program. There is a sense of urgency...almost alarmingly honest reflection of the common opinions regarding the fine arts degrees.

I particularly enjoyed the next-to-last paragraph...solutions to workshop issues. Ask yourself, what SHOULD an MFA produce, artist-wise? There is certainly something to be said about thinking coldly about one's own work.

Perhaps a critical appreciation and understanding of one's own craft? Food for thought, anyway. Enjoy!
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Lately, primarily amongst web-poets, I've seen the Masters of Fine Arts degree in Poetry and the programs it arises from, rapped on the pedagogic knuckles. "M.F.A. poets" (those who've attended an M.F.A. program are inevitably amused by that sweeping categorization alone) have no souls, they write about "nothing", perhaps having been granted skills to say "something" but remaining crippled by immaturity and self-centeredness. M.F.A. poets, I am told, are natural sycophants, toadies to the will of their professorial masters, shallow copiers of a bankrupt tradition of personal narrative, confession, and meaningless lyric babble. The overarching tyranny of the workshop is often cited as one of the strong-armed evils of such programs; it cruelly stomps out "real creativity" with a fervor greater than any professional language agency which may have haunted the nightmares of George Orwell.

Perhaps these allegations are true for the vast majority of M.F.A. graduates and programs. Having only met a few hundred M.F.A. graduates and read the works of some several hundred more, I'm at a loss to accurately report on the quality of the "average" M.F.A. student's poetry; indeed, I've only begun to scratch total works connected with such programs, given that over a thousand newly minted M.F.A.'s in Poetry /Writing are cracked out of the mold each year.

The following is a defense of the M.F.A. program and the graduates thereof, the issues addressed in no particular order of importance:

Critics of the M.F.A. program often cite the lack of these programs to produce, in the span of two or three years, poets of the first caliber, but the idea that poets should stroll out of the graduation line, walk back to their apartments and, that afternoon, pen the 40 or so quality poems that would sufficiently impress an editor to immediately publish a volume is surely misplaced.

While reasoning by analogy is a particular poetic vice, let's indulge it and consider other Fine Arts programs and other Master's programs. Do we expect music programs to immediately produce "first rate" musicians? Is it reasonable to assume that each graduate of, say, the Berkley School of Music in Boston, will spring into the spotlight of their discipline? Become instant virtuosi? Or that a painter, returning home from her graduation ceremony find their answering machine filled with gallery offers? No.

A more just expectation is that graduates will be "reasonably competent" in their field; that they will have mastered basic principles well enough (in theory at least) to instruct fledgling musicians, that they will have a certain technical aptitude in practicing those theories, and so forth. I am thinking of a level of proficiency that correlates with several years of intensive study.

The most important skill a program in Fine Arts instruction can impart is the ability to think critically about one's own work; to observe, analyze, advance practically applicable artistic theories based on deduced principles, to evaluate how those applied principals function in their own work.

In my own M.F.A. experience, at Sarah Lawrence College in Bronxville, New York, I was encouraged by my professors to take a "cold eye" to my work- to relinquish personal biases and attempt to place myself in the perspective of an impartial reader. This perhaps is the key to writing well- for it allows the writing to be seen by the author as it is seen by the reader- thus the author has more control in refining and shaping the work with a mind to affective qualities.

How does this process affect the "wonder" of poetry- the "divine spark" of the muse? Hmm. One of the accusations against the M.F.A. program is that it "drains" the passion of poetry by it's scrutiny of the actual words used in a poem (as if critical analysis of any phenomena or work diminished its emotional impact). This accusation of "dulling" poetry is also often applied to discussions of revision. "Those M.F.A poets always revise, but it strips the poetry of passion, dulls the poems." is a complaint I've heard more than once, of course, there were no concrete examples attached to this argument. . Again, if you'll indulge reasoning by analogy, this is rather like saying the initial fragments and melodies that sprang into the brain of Beethoven were "dulled" by his arduous reworking of them into their final forms. The vast majority of great poems were not written in one draft; one of the most influential poems of the 20th century, "The Waste Land", by T.S. Eliot, was significantly rewritten by another poet, Ezra Pound, who culled Eliot's initial thousand odd lines by more than half. The one exception that comes to mind is Frost's "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"- but we should remember that this poem was written in 1923, when Frost was at the height of his powers, and none of his subsequent poems remained in the same form as their first drafts. Granted that the initial spark, the impulse to write a particular poem, is something mysterious and transitory, perhaps not worth inquiring into due to its mercurial nature; however- once the poem is begun, a process, whether conscious or not, begins to guide our creation. We select certain words due to their aptness, or sonic correlation to other words in the poem, or for their conformity to a pattern in which we may be laboring, etc. Even in the moment of creation, our faculties are critical. The revision process -- the critical inquiry, again and again, into the poem -- may be grueling, or joyous, depending on the writer, but it does not "diminish" the poem by itself. This is not to say that unwise choices in revision can't wreck a poem, for they surely can, but rather to assert that the inquiry itself does no damage, for a poem is not (no matter how much we may feel so) a flesh and blood thing. It will not bleed or squeal if we consider changing "spindle" to "bobbin" in line four and having rejected "bobbin", replace "spindle".

In addition to failing to churn out "major" poets, to "dulling" poetry via process, I also have heard M.F.A. programs accused of producing poets who "have not a lot to say", poets "who write about nothing". Again, I have to say I haven't done an extensive statistical analysis of what percentages of M.F.A. graduate poets write about "nothing" v. those who write about "something". I'd speculate that many of these complaints have their roots in the proliferation of the "New York" school of poetry (Ashbery, Ghram,) or neo-Surrealism, or Symbolism, none of which are native to the M.F.A. programs, or at least not more than, say, Abstract Expressionism can be "blamed" on having arisen from those pesky art schools.

Personally, I can say that I have read a number of affecting, well-written, conscientious poems from M.F.A. graduates- many of whom have not, as yet, penetrated the professional publishing establishment - the web of contests, influence, and skewed grants. While I don't find some M.F.A. graduate's work worth reading on a aesthetic level- I will say that I most often fail to value these poems because of their adherence to particular poetic theories or paradigms (say, narcissistic and irrelevant dilly-dallying over issues of "self", as an example) I will say that adherence to these theories is, by and large, chosen by the poets. Meaning that via their fidelity to their writing style these poets are demonstrating a technical competency, an artistic will and intelligence, in composing their individual poems. This argues more to a conscious choice being made by skilled writers than to an imperfect memorization by rote of a "style" (which one assumes would result in sloppily realized poems that diverge from the principles they operate on - an inconsistency that often is critiqued in M.F.A. programs as a poem "failing to fulfill its expectations" or "sending conflicting (stylistic) messages".)

There is also the possibility that young poets (shockingly) may have different interests and concerns than the established critics of their day- that while focusing on matters of grammar, or description, or experimenting with imagery, the poems might fall otherwise into one of many conventional tropes. For example, poems which lack specificity- and unknown, genderless, nameless "I" addresses some personal, unknowable message to an equally unspecific "you". But the overarching structure of a poem is also an element of composition, subject to analysis, revision and change. I introduce this to suggest that many writers must master the nuts and bolts of their medium before they can draw up effective blueprints for complete vehicles. When teaching beginning writers, I attempt to make them aware of the basic building blocks of their medium; words. I drill them on how they use verbs, nouns, adverbs and advance to more complex issues of sentence structure. I do not begin by questioning the mode the poems are written in or their affective power, or their place in the tradition of poetry- such can overwhelm the beginning writer.

The extended learning process touches on the idea of maturity and development- again, it's a misconception to expect that M.F.A. programs exist to churn out "finished" artists, when they are structured to enable their graduates to become "finished" artists/poets/whatnots via the application of their education. Often it takes awhile to mobilize what you've learned to the point where it positively affects your writing. Emergence of writers sometime after their M.F.A. is earned is often seen as evidence that "good poets survive M.F.A. programs", as if the M.F.A. program was something to experience negatively, akin to locking musicians up in a bowling alley and expecting them to write symphonies on their release. Thankfully, ours is not such a simply dichotomous world.

This misconception of the Pavlovian nature of M.F.A. programs in poetry is another charge; M.F.A. programs, via the workshop, "train" their participants to write in a certain style or manner. This is a fear of poetry boot camp- as though an M.F.A. program was a gigantic cookie cutter whose shape could be read by tracing the sensibilities and interests of the instructors:

• Poet/Professor A favors poetry of the ecstatic voice.
• Poet/Professor B believes a poem should begin and end outside the "I."
• Poet/Professor C finds fantastic metaphors somewhat "showy"

Therefore all poets graduating form this program will favor ecstatic poetry that begins and ends outside the "I" and eschews fantastic metaphors? Hardly.

Some poets will, of course, adopt the style and mode of their teachers- and not all in the spirit of blind obedience and conformity. These poets, working in a vein that their teachers favor, will no doubt have their work easily segued via their teachers' professional contacts into the publication media of that particular style or mode. Would it surprise anyone for an promising apprentice Postmodern painter to have her work hung next to other Postmodern painters in a predominantly Postmodern gallery? Still, other (most) poets from the program will end up writing in a style that is not completely in the vein of their teachers. Regardless of what may be "evidenced" by publication rates of these various groups, it is important to note that all students, regardless of their style, are given the opportunity, via the workshop's structure, to develop the critical skills which lead to writing well.

This leads us to consider workshopping. Workshops are a composite of the student's conduct, submissions and attitudes, and the professor's style and knowledge. I have been in workshops which I've found extremely useful and inspiring; only to have these same workshops thought useless and stifling by my fellow students. Conversely, I've been put off by workshops my peers have found invaluable. I've taught students who wished to purse our poetic relationship well after the class, and also have had students (obviously talented and established) abandon courses after two meetings. What I'm trying to suggest is that, on some level the workshop is a completely subjective experience; often the true value of a workshop becomes apparent only after much time has passed. Sometimes, even if only a few lessons are gleaned from a particular class, they prove to be the most valuable in the long run. I remember David Rivard informing a workshop that he was not there "to play the Poetry Doctor"; instead he wanted to teach us to develop and use our own analytical skills to diagnose and treat our work- which for me has become the central tenant of teaching the writing of poetry.

There are poets who write to please the dominant personalities of a particular workshop- there are poets who resubmit the same poem to different workshops in the hopes of finding validation, that one critic who says "I love your stuff, for me it's perfect, etc.". - some poets even play with workshops, submitting fragments their friends have written, nonsense verse, etc. None of these behaviors, as cloying as they may seem to an older hand, invalidates the workshop, for, provided that at least some variance in assessment exists, the poet is offered the opportunity to participate the critical evaluation of her own work, as I've outlined above. For example- someone loves your poem, someone else dislikes the form, another likes the form, yet despairs of the content. Consensus is not important- what is important, for the growth of the poet as a critical being, is that the issue of form is discussed, pro and cons are presented, and, like it or not, the poet, usually bound by the "gag rule" of not interfering with the discussion of the poem on hand, will begin to evaluate the issues, the variances - the poet will accept and reject premises and statements.

The weakest form of this evaluation will be narcissistic. The poet rejects criticism that seems unfavorable while accepting criticism that praises the work; even so, the poet will begin to view discrete structures within the poem as praiseworthy (use of sound, form, dramatic utterance, etc.) The strongest form of evaluation for a workshop participant is a balanced one that considers seriously the pros and cons of each criticism presented. It does not matter that any particular poem is changed as a result of the workshop, that the class "plays Poetry Doctor" and "cures" the poem of whatever, in the collective opinion, ails it. Instead the value of such review is that the poet deepens her awareness of her own writing process- that future poems will benefit (either in composition or revision) from the enhanced sensibility of the poet.

Criticism of other's poems is also, in most workshops, mandatory. Again, there are strong and weak critics in every workshop. Strong critics, those that do their best to fairly and unflinchingly evaluate poems will, inevitably, hone critical skills useful (consciously or unconsciously) to their own endeavors. Weak critics, who unfairly point out what poems do not do (every poem does not do something; extended poems are not compressed, nor are compressed poems extended) are at least, perversely, analyzing the poems successfully, if not offering useful strategies for revision. The worst critics are those who say nothing, or unreservedly praise or damn poems, for here there is no attention to the particular elements within a poem, no demonstration of how to manipulate particular parts of poems to affect the whole. At the very least, we might hope that some of their fellow students or professor's remarks are retained for future use, by these writers- however, in closing I must note that none of this is possible without the contribution of reader's responses, which the workshop certainly guarantees.

Ultimately of course, it is the future that concerns both professors and students, and the best structured (and it seems to me, also the worst structured) programs do allow the community of reaction that is necessary to begin constructing the patterns of reflection and study that give poets a better chance to write well. Unfortunately, art in general and poetry in particular are not democratic; some individuals (you can argue talent or training or the gods shape them so) are simply better painters or writers or singers than others. It may well be that you cannot train someone to have the initial spark (perhaps it is best so) and that the good poems are those that speak deeply out of the poet's personal sensibility- but it is quite foolish to suggest that individuals who feel this spark, who feel as though they must write, who are happiest in the moment of creation and work that suspends time (transcends personal time?), and who endeavor always to improve themselves as persons as they improve their art, would not benefit from a program that teaches them to remove their assumed blinders and view their creations critically or, if you prefer, sympathetically from the eyes of their audience.

-RJ McCaffery

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a new experience at a poetry reading

On Sunday I traveled with a few of my fellow MFA candidates to a poetry reading in a tiny town called Stayton. It's a small burg perhaps thirty miles to the northeast of Oregon State University. This reading was of particular importance, as Karen Holmberg, the director of our tiny program at OSU, was one of the featured readers. She read from an older book entitled The Perseids, but more from a manuscript of work yet to be published.

I felt intrigued to finally have the opportunity to hear Karen read. I has some preliminary experience with her work in the months leading up to my arrival in Corvallis, but that experience was only second hand--mostly from internet posting, periodical reviews, etc. Being so far away, her book was not readily available in stores or libraries. I suppose that is one of the many downfalls of regional notoriety. There are so many fantastic authors whose work may never be fully enjoyed on a wide scale due to the constraints of both cultural and social boundaries. This is not at all to say Karen's work, or any other regional author's work for that matter, is not worthy of such success, as it certainly is. I suppose I take issue most with the idea that some works, no matter how good, may never be fully enjoyed in the region of the country where I come from. It takes a real miracle to transcend the distance.

...Or perhaps it may only take one individual, being aware of the issue and taking note.

Check out these links for the featured readers:

Donald Wolff--http://www.eou.edu/~dwolff/SoonEnoughPressRelease.html
(I'm not too familiar with his work, but he has a very definite and interesting style. If you are a fan of a sort of Gothic Modernism, he is fabulous)

and of course, Karen Holmberg-- http://oregonstate.edu/dept/humanities/Newsletter/Fall%202007/Holmberg.htm
(This link will lead you to a informative release on her novella in verse, from which she read extensively at the reading.)

An Initial Introduction

My name is John, and this blog will serve as a tiny window into my world, wherein I plan to publish only the most important details that make up my everyday experiences. Notably, however, the true intention of this blog is to chronicle the coming years of my life in sort of a quasi-autobiographical manner. Only the important things will matter, and you (my audience) will hear about them.

I am 22 years old (currently), and recently graduated from the University of West Florida in Pensacola with a Bachelor's Degree in English. I currently live in Corvallis, Oregon--a small town approximately one hour south of Portland with my beautiful fiance and two cats. My reason for being so far from home is quite the topic for discussion, and therefore this blog will be dedicated to it. I enrolled at Oregon State University as a graduate student, pursuing an MFA in creative writing, poetry. Part of this blog will display some of the experiences I have while chasing this degree, along with news updates concerning events, readings, festivals, etc. There is a reason for this...

During the application process (the many days I spent waiting for acceptance/response letters from the schools to which I applied), I relied heavily on the blogs of other applicants to give myself a place in the world. It was helpful knowing that other people were feeling the same pressures and anxieties as I. In a way, albeit sadistic, it was satisfying and relieving to know that others were suffering along with me. Those blogs served as educational tools and coping mechanisms.

Concurrently, many soon-to-be graduates from institutions around the nation will be deciding upon programs that interest them and applying to those programs. It is my hope that this blog can assist in the learning process, if not as an institution-specific account of my own personal experience as an MFA candidate, but as a general experiential account of the entire process from start to finish.

Of course, this blog will also contain many of my personal experiences that may or may not relate directly to my educational and professional pursuit, but I like to look at the big picture...and really, they ARE one and the same.

Comments are welcome. I encourage questions, although I should note that by no means do I have all of the answers. I can, however, assist in many of the provisional or technical queries pertaining to the application process, programs, what to look for, etc. I want this blog to serve as both an educational tool and a means of entertainment.

I encourage you to check back frequently. Good luck to all of the 2008 MFA applicants.