If you don’t like first world problems or anti-academic statements, wait until next week to start reading.
Memory. It is a bitterly cold January day in St. Louis. I am shivering and purple-lipped in a half-lit seminar room, still wearing my coat in hopes that the meeting will not be long enough to necessitate taking it off. A professor leans across the table and says I’ve looked at your schedule. You need to cut German and your poetry club if you want to make the thesis work. My face falls. She says I know. But you really have the rest of your life to write poems.
I don’t know why I listened. We all have those moments of 20/20 hindsight, and it wasn’t until I finished the thesis -- a lukewarm 120 pages on
There is no way the professor with whom I had spoken in January could have known this. But the slam is holy. The poem is holy. Words on the page are holy holy holy. So when I arrived in Paris, poetry and research were side-by-side on my list of priorities. Questionable? Maybe. Necessary? Yes. I’d made a promise to myself that if I continued seriously in art history, I’d be better at maintaining a sense of balance. Because face it, art historians are poor forever. So we might as well have a little fun
And I could always pass it off as an auxiliary research project, right? After a particularly rough introduction to the cutthroat world of French academics, it didn’t sound like such a bad idea.
The groups I plugged into -- Spoken Word in Paris, Ivy Writers Paris, and others -- make up an extremely supportive community. While they are NOT the only poetry groups in the area, they are more concerned with craft and editing than many. Gone is the hyper-competitive drama and splitting vocal cords of college slam poetry; here to stay is a crowded, warm bar or café and warmer invitation to perform.
Spoken Word in Paris! |
But there are more weekly venues dedicated to the beauty of stringing words together. Every Monday night I enter a magical poetry portal exhausted, and in the wee hours of Tuesday morning, I leave it completely reborn. The scene is extraordinary because it is about making connections with people who respect you for who you are organically, not who you will be after 8-10 more years of doctoral study or next career move.
And that, my friends, is something hours of research cannot always promise. Not even close.
(I'll gush over the research side next week...)