I’ve got this weird confluence (I know that word because of the placement of the Steelers’ stadium, not because I mined a thesaurus) going on. Amy first suggested Bishop’s, “Reading, Stealing, and Writing Like a Writer,” during the second (I believe) Comp Conversations of the year. It made sense to me to put it on the agenda for the first CRLS Reading Group because it was relatively short and emerged, organically, our of our discussions of teaching writing.
A week or so later after reading Foucault’s Power/Knowledge in my Independent Study with Tim, we decided to read Elbow’s Writing without Teachers
. Because…well, it seemed like a natural next-step given our discussions of Foucault. What? That’s right. And if you can get to Foucault to Elbow (with or without Kevin Bacon) I’ll buy you a sodeepop. It happened though. And Tim has the whole thing recorded in MP3 format if you don’t believe me.
So. Composition Conversations—>Bishop. Independent Study—>Elbow.
I didn’t remember that I had read this essay by Bishop before. Until I was reading it tonight that is. And I hadn’t remembered a lot of Writing Without Teachers (or I remembered it differently) until I re-read it last week. And now I’ve got all this stuff about writing-as-craft going on in my head. The tension between “inhabiting” (Bishop’s term) language/writing and doing things with words (now that’s Austin). It’s the same kind of tension that you see between creativity and critique. Between writers and critics. Between rhetoricians and philosophers. Between activists and theorists.
I guess all I want to note for the moments is that I felt happy reading Bishop. As I did Elbow. They reminded me of the joys of being-with language. Of play.
I’d love to play here all night…but it’s almost 1am and my #1 joy gets up at 5am. So, till later today.