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Emily Levin's avatar

Well, I used to lurk here….. ha! And I may have still been lurking when this first appeared, so maybe my newfound loquaciousness is a WITD cautionary tale??? You might be next if you tap in to the delicious vein of untried possibilities that flows through this space! !!!!

But I understand the “hit” that comes with immediate feedback that your wise advisor recognizes. At some point, we have to close the door, close our mouths, open our minds and notebooks and do the work. As you say, there are seasons in our work- we are in this for the long game, and building community to support you through the closed door/ closed mouth times is an investment in the bigger work.

The way you balance the brief sprints of literary examples with the marathons of intensives, and now The School, has really established a rhythm for me that feels sustainable in my own present and future practice. Again, it comes to noticing and listening not only to what is around you but what is inside you, and then responding according to that, not according to an artificial calendar. I see that if I keep showing up, I will have built a body of work to pull from when something happens in the world beyond, and if I wish to respond to in the moment, I will have something slow baked rather than hastily thrown together. I can keep writing that way.

Same with lurking- it may be weird to hear a defense of lurking from the wide-mouthed frog, but the right words, in the right order, at the right time are what matters, no matter where you choose to write them.

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Monica Edwards's avatar

I was waist-deep into my teaching career before I fully absorbed the power of quiet, the wild possibilities of quiet classrooms and minds. I followed my students there, and I wrote my way there, and what I found there was boundless (inter)connection. I read poems with my coffee every morning before diving into my academic brain, to write a book about those quiet students, and in the process started teaching Sociology with poetry, poems like Perhaps The World Ends Here (Joy Harjo) and 38 (Layli Long Soldier) and The Night After You Lose Your Job (Debora Kuan) and On My Mom's 50th Birthday (Jose Olivarez). And this, this is a beautiful sentence, a wish for the world: "We need to cultivate a searing curiosity about everything and everyone, because curiosity is the genesis of empathy."

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