Poets take us out on the bridge
With thanks to the poet, another poem you'll find in Life is a Verb:
Undressing the Muse
When
Sonny Rollins walked onto that bridge
to
play his saxophone to the wind
he
was stepping off the stage
and
into the woodshed.
It
wasn’t a failure of nerve, of course,
nor
was it only a deepening
of
his craft. He was breaking
a
voice apart
and
refashioning it.
He
was undressing his muse.
less
stage, more bridge
(the
wind steady and relentless)
and
room to go about
the
private business of becoming—
nothing
more, not a single iota less—
who
I am meant to be.
Maybe that's what we all need--less stage, more bridge, less audience and more wind, less show and more self. The room to go about becoming who we are meant to be. Sonny Rollins dropped out of the jazz scene for three years in 1959 and went out to play on the Williamsburg Bridge in New York. For three years he played on that bridge. Not playing for applause. Not playing for success. Not playing even to be heard, except from the inside out. Breaking apart his voice and refashioning it. Sometimes for 15 or 16 hours at a time.
Perhaps that's what we need to do. Go out on a bridge, alone, for three years. Not writing for page views or links, but writing to break our voices apart and put them back together as they were meant to be. Not writing for acclaim, but for purpose, intention, direction. Where "writing" is replaced with "knitting" or "sewing" or "painting" or "baking" or "parenting" or "loving"--your art form of choice.
With my wonderful friend Tony who was visiting from South Africa, I heard writer Junot Diazcurse speak this past Friday at a local college, just days after winning the Pulitzer Prize for fiction for his new novel, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao. Having just read his widely-acclaimed book of short stories, Drown, in the Bridging Differences Book Group I host at a local bookshop, I was intrigued to hear him read.
It took him 11 years after Drown to write Oscar Wao--why? Because he was perfecting his craft? Getting an MFA in writing? Learning how to use adjectives to greater effect? Dissecting the etymologies of the profanities he likes so much? Figuring out once and for all what the subjunctive case is? No, and no again.
"It wasn't about craft," he said. "I had to work on my humanity before I could work on the book. I had to become a better person before I could become a better writer. That's what took so long. The shortages in our compassion show up in our work all over the place," he explained. "I had to be a better human first."
"We all have a blind spot," Diaz continued. "And the funny thing is that our blind spots are exactly the same size and shape as we are." He smiled. "We are not as cute or as human as we think we are."
Like Sonny Rollins, like Junot Diaz, like poet Sebastian Matthews, perhaps we have to work on ourselves before we can work on our craft. Let's go play on a bridge. Let's refashion our voice, a more human voice. Let's play to the wind.
What a helluva way to kick off the next 500 posts. I've heard Sonny live and had no knowledge of this part of his life. THANK YOU for this. You realize, of course, that "less stage, more bridge" has to be the next bracelet you put in your shop. ;) Could you add a big colorful download with this slogan to your shop? This is what I love about you, Patti--you've got the right to be all stage...but you're always looking for the bridge. xoxo
Posted by: Marilyn | 15 April 2008 at 10:19
Wow Thanks for the reminder I just found your site thru Donna.. I'm glad I did..
Have a great day,
Maggie
Posted by: mlamarredesigns | 15 April 2008 at 11:23
Marilyn, as usual, nails it.
Our best work blossoms from our highest passion, not from our desire to be popular/famous/rich. Yes...one or more of those outcomes are possible, but anyone undressing their souls is surprised when anyone notices. On the bridge? In the meadow? In the basement, when no one else is home?
Sure.
Posted by: Rick | 15 April 2008 at 23:00
yay!!!
Posted by: Carmen | 17 April 2008 at 15:15
Talk about smacking me right between the eyes. Amazing things you've given me to think about today. Thank you for that gift.
Posted by: Mocha | 18 April 2008 at 07:32