On residencies, acceptance, and indulgence
Sandra Beasley writes a lovely essay about her recent visit to the Jentel Residency, and in defense of artist colonies and long walks and creative navel gazing overall.
How afraid we are of losing time! As if we can’t afford to write poems that won’t endure. As if the road can’t include both blackboard-jockeying and troweling cement. As if a few years spent on workshops, post-workshop pubbing, and rubbing elbows with professors you pray might blurb you—and I, too, went into debt for my MFA—wouldn’t have been spent in some other way equal parts tectonic and navel-gazing. Backpacking in Europe. The fixer-upper house. A rock band. An MBA.
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