The Hospitality of the Imagination

by Scott Samuelson

Jorge Luis Borges: “Anything suggested is far more effective than anything laid down.”

I’ve noticed something peculiar when I’m at an academic talk. While the paper is being read, I tend to become increasingly skeptical of it. Sometimes I dismiss it because I can’t track its jargon or follow its argument. But even when I do follow its every twist and turn, I often experience a strange resistance to it.

In the Q and A after the talk, the audience seems in a similar boat. They raise objections of their own and are rarely enthusiastic about the consequent rebuttals. When they’re not making objections, they end up asking one of two questions. How does this relate to my work? Or: why doesn’t this relate to my work?

In short, a paper that’s meant to win over its audience tends to have the exact opposite effect. This is especially true at philosophy talks.

Here’s the really curious thing. When I happen to have drinks or dinner afterwards with the speakers, they become way more fascinating, way more winning. They tell the story of how they got into their subject. They joke around. They confess their nagging doubts. They relate their ideas to their personal lives and to contemporary events. I see the value in the very points that had me dreaming up objections a short while ago. Now I’m enjoying myself and having new ideas of my own. When they stop trying to convince me they’re right, I start to come around to their ideas.

I’ve experienced a related phenomenon at poetry readings. A poet will recite a poem full of references to, say, up-to-date hospital equipment and mid-century European train commerce. After intoning the last bewildering line, the poet will start talking like a normal person and tell the backstory of writing the poem by a dying grandpa’s bedside, listening to the bleeping EKG and thinking about tales of his escape from Nazi Germany hidden among boxcar freight. I’ll go from being completely baffled to being immensely moved.

What I’ve long wondered is why thinkers and writers don’t think and write the interesting stuff, the stuff that actually convinces us and moves us. Read more »

Monday, September 11, 2023

Robert Frost’s Ghost: The Bread Loaf Writers Conference

by Leanne Ogasawara

Bread Loaf Writers Conference 2023

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I walked through woods muddy and wet, feet sinking down into the boggy earth. With each step, mosquitoes rose up in clouds. It felt more like I was forging a river than walking a path through woods.

I was told that it was less than two miles to Robert Frost’s writing cabin in the woods. According to the Bread Crumb, the daily newsletter put out by the Bread Loaf Writers Conference, it was a must-see. Just follow the pink ribbons…it instructed. And sure enough, pretty pink ribbons were tied to tree branches, marking the way, whenever two roads diverged through the woods.

I had only applied to the conference on a whim. Well, not a whim exactly, but more like a major disappointment and a bad experience with a literary agent sent me spiraling… but then after a week of tears, I decided to just get back up again. What else could I do anyway?  “Fall down seven times, get back up eight” 七転び八起き says the old Japanese proverb.

And so, I applied to several workshops and one residency.

I don’t recall where or how I first heard about Bread Loaf. Maybe it was from that old Simpson’s episode, when Lisa launches tavern-owner Moe’s literary career by sending his poem to a magazine:

Howling at a concrete moon,

My soul smells like a dead pigeon after three weeks.

I shut my window and go to sleep.

In my dream I eat corn with my eyes.

Moe’s poem creates a literary splash, and he is immediately invited to attend Word Loaf, where Jonathan Franzen and Michael Chabon—both played by themselves—end up getting into a fight. And, everyone but Lisa goes on a hay ride.

Thinking about it, though, I wonder if I didn’t first hear about Bread Loaf in connection to the great American poet Robert Frost.

Do American kids in public schools still memorize his poems? Read more »