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5 Positive Things Critique Can Do For You

I finished the 4th draft of my new play, and in spite of as much focused and deep work as I’ve done on a play and a group of characters, still missed the goal by a mile.  (Well, maybe more like a half-mile, but still.)  Not that there are not some good things about the play–there are–but on the whole, it is deeply flawed, especially as it relates to one character and her action, experience, and choices. Fortunately for me, I have professional friends and colleagues who are not afraid to look me in the eye and tell me, “This is wrong.”

It’s hard to swallow, but if you’re going to grow as an artist (and as a person), you have to listen.  There are times when the critics are wrong, and you just suck it up and move on, sticking to your guns. And there are times when the critics are dead right, and you know it in a flash.    Choices then follow, and how you respond will go a long way toward finding the kind of result (and by result, I mean the quality of the work) you’re looking for.

Here are five positive things that strong, you-blew-it-this-time critique can do for you.

  1. Gives you practice in humility.   My mistakes in the play run in two directions.  One deals with playwriting and character, the other with human understanding especially as it relates to culturally located skin color issues.   Funny…I often say to people that if I could ask God for one quality to acquire, model, and live out, it would be humility.   And I often do ask God for just that.    Well, these days, God seems more than happy to oblige me with opportunity to practice.
  2. Gives you practice in listening through the fog of emotion.    It’s hard to hear that you’ve just directed the most “tedious play I’ve ever seen.” (A directing mentor years ago.)  Or that your writing is “facile.”  (The Seattle Times. Ouch.)  Or that “I couldn’t find anything in that play that I liked.”  (A friend about a musical I wrote years ago.)  In each moment, for me at least, the brain sort of blows up, and the next few minutes are chaotic, as I try to make sense of whatever the person across from me is saying.   The amygdala hijack, some call it.   But when you ask people to explain what they mean by whatever it is you’ve said, you have to listen carefully to make sense of it.
  3. Forces your creativity to another level.   Frankly, once I became aware of the flaw, I was incredibly discouraged for a couple of days, wracking my brain trying to figure how to fix things.  Nothing came.   I went to bed Tuesday night thinking I might just have to chuck the thing, and told my subconscious mind to get to work on it, and then I went to sleep.   Then, Wednesday,  I had a very strong critique session with a good friend, who pulled no punches, and with clarity and passion, was enormously instructive.   When the friend left, I seriously considered giving up writing altogether (not really, but you know what I mean), but about a half-hour later, after telling at least two people on the phone I wasn’t going think about it for awhile, a very credible solution rose up in my mind, so much so that I immediately got to work fleshing it out.   Whether I can make it work this time around, who knows?  But the point is, without that deep critique, the new answer–which is clearly much better for about a thousand reasons–would not have occurred to me.
  4. Demonstrates in real time who cares about your work.   Don’t get me wrong, you don’t have to take someone to the cleaners to prove you care about their work (all my friend are now lining up to have their turn), but when someone is willing to walk through that fire with you, risking who knows what (they have no idea how you’ll really respond, and sometimes there’s heavy cost), pay attention.   The person who is coming at you hardest may be the one person you need most to listen to, because they’re the ones who aren’t going to be satisfied with “good enough.”
  5. Gives you an opportunity to model a process that every body likes to talk about, but few like to practice.   I believe in the process of critique, but it’s hard to put into practice. Lots of times, my sense is that we just lie to each other to keep up appearances, and figure that the standards that identify good artistic work from not as good are squishy, hard to define, and just end up costing us friends and feelings.  What’s weird is that lots of times, that’s just fine.   We get by, and maybe never get to the kind of quality of work we wanted just because we never hear these good words:  ”You can do better.”
Critique can also be devastating.   After my friend’s comment on my musical years ago, it was about six months before I wrote anything again.   Sure…you get gunshy.  But it’s a war, according to Pressfield, and good critique is not resistance.  Your response to it might be, if you let it stop the work.   But truth is, even if it is devastating, we really only have two choices.  We can quit, or go on.   Quitting was taken off the list of options a long time ago.   Now it’s just about getting down to work.

By the way, I wrote this blog by creating the title, and then figuring out 5 things that might make sense.   Am I wrong?  Tell me about it.   Or give me some more positives about receiving critique well. There are probably a hundred.

“Here what’s wrong with this post…”  Go…

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Making Sense and Nonsense: A Conversation at Vermillion

Last night I was privileged to hang out with my friend and collage artist extraordinaire Marty Gordon.   We decided to take in a conversation of seeming epic proportion at a Capitol Hill art gallery gathering place called Vermillion, where a man named John Boylan was hosting a artist-dense conversation on the notion of making sense in a world of increasing craziness and “new norms.”    Boylan has been leading these kinds of conversations for well over a decade, and the back room of the Vermillion was packed with folks of all ages, most of whom were artists of some kind.  There were painters and teachers and non-practitioners, the common thread being the conviction that artists had a role to play in helping the world make sense of reality.

It began with politics and a bit of education on the history of art regarding surrealism and dadaism as attempts to forgo making sense in the cultural landscape that was WWI.   The conversation careened around the room with lots of folks willing to pitch in.   Machine noises (refrigeration units?) would kick on occasionally, making hearing difficult, but I supposed we kept trying to hear because we wanted so much to make sense of things.   There was the much-agreed-upon craziness of the right (they’re driving an anti-intellectual mood just now), the ongoing pitch of Eastern mysticism as a means to non-violence (think Ghandi and TM), and the very sane idea that artists should be working in the communities of which they are a part, embedded among the people they serve.    The artist as hero didn’t get much traction, but one articulate painter called into question the whole Modernist notion of the artist as solitary vision meister or revolutionary.  That’s over, he said.   Television is in some sense the Surrealism of today, and the politics we are living in is just “lies, lies, and more lies.”

I didn’t say much, save for a comment at the end about our increasing discomfort with the discovery that our romantic notions of peacefully coexisting “senses” (read “conclusions”) will only go so far.   People really do come to different narrative conclusions–they tell the story differently.   And different readings of reality really do matter when it comes to street-level living.   The narratives of human enterprise, human community, human consumption and production, human sexuality…the stories being told by differing groups can sometimes co-exist peacefully together, and sometimes not, depending on which story we’re talking about, and just where power lies.

Ghandi and Buddha both got nods as having good ideas.   No one spoke of the Christ, and the disdain for what seemed to be the only public face of Jesus in this discussion was evident and strong.

Marty and I left the meeting a bit unsure of what to make of it.  Passionate, intelligent conversation that left me more bewildered than inspired.   Artists are sensitive folks with huge hearts, with radars that instinctively lean in a Jesus-like direction: solidarity with the poor and the less privileged.  I kept thinking of Walter Brueggemann’s idea that the prophet has to make two moves: 1) bring the critical voice to the ruling falseness of the day, and 2) energize the community through a renewed vision of the real.   These artists really want to live as prophets.  But to do that, you have to first make sense of what reality is.

And the basic human problem is this, and we’ve been struggling with it since the beginning:  how do you make sense of what is obviously so much more than we can wrap our heads and hearts around?  We used to struggle with just a few narratives.  Now there are thousands.   “Sense” must be made even though our knowledge and understanding has limits, and eventually we must all turn to faith in something we cannot see.   For that is our design.   And since for so many, God is long dead and gone, where does our design for faith turn?

The leap to faith (even if not in God, but in something else) will always seem to be nonsense to many.

This is not an easy world we live in…

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Cynics: Passionate Creators in Distress

Benjamin Zander

Benjamin Zander, Conductor of the Boston Philharmonic

Rosamund Stone Zander (family therapist) and Benjamin Zander (conductor of the Boston Philharmonic) pointed something out in their book The Art of Possibility that brought me up short in my reading this morning.

“A cynic, after all, is a passionate person who does not want to be disappointed again.”  And “the secret is not to speak a person’s cynicism, but to speak to her passion.” 

When you see a cynic (and you may well be looking into a mirror when you see one), do you primarily see someone to avoid and criticize?  Or do you see the passionate person lurking underneath?   And which to you speak to, especially when the cynic in front of you is you?

My inner cynic has grown over the years, and I’m not happy about it.   And I know a few other cynics, some more hardened than others, and here’s what I know about them: their hearts have been broken–or worse, shattered.   But the Zanders remind me that a broken heart is one of the great beginning places for the making and sustaining of beauty and art.  Sometimes people of great passion are disappointed over time to the degree that they lose faith that they will ever be in a position to participate in that essential truth,  beauty, and justice they once believed in.   Here’s the question:  can lost passion be reignited?  Can lost faith be regained?  Can faith really stand up in the face of crushing disappointment?

Of course it can.  History abounds with examples, and typically, when we hear that old story told again, of “adversity overcome”, we all stand and cheer, and pray that that can be us.

Cynics can be hard to live with.  And its true that there are times when you have to build strong boundaries to protect yourself from overly destructive voices.    But what might happen if you and I decided, at least for the current moment, that the cynics we know (including the one in the mirror) are passionate creators in distress, and that a voice calling to what they care most deeply about is a voice they need to hear, and that we will work to be that voice for them, as God is our help.   Let ours be voices that probe for, find, and ignite the passionate hearts of those we travel with.  Let our words and our concern not be for show, for “positive energy”, or for simple peace-making, but rather, why not sincerely refuse to let those around you drag along in an unchallenged, life-denying thought-life?

Here’s what I know: the cynic inside is mostly interested in self-protection, and at least as far as I’m concerned, will produce no life today.   And if I let my inner cynic rule, I’m going to have to ignore the fact that the people of faith in the world, the believers, are paying no attention to my lack of faith at all.  They’re all too busy out doing what the cynics don’t see any point in doing.  They’re out changing life for the better, letting their lights shine one moment, one dream, one struggle at a time.

Children are being born today, for whom the world is nothing yet but possibility.   Newness is all around us.  A hundred years ago, we were not here.  A hundred years from now, we will not be here.  We are here today.   We are each gifted and we are each burdened.   And before the day is over, we will have experienced touches of both our gifts and our burdens yet again.   If we must critique and criticize, let it be because we retain and are committed to our passionate desire to get the work done with our best self, our best heart, and our best faith.   Why?   Because we believe in the beauty and goodness that will break forth when the best form of our work arrives.

Broken hearts transform.   The question is, into what?   Whether our disappointments, broken dreams, and  embattled passions turn us into determined, compassionate artists or hardened, slicing critics depends on many factors, not the least of which is whether or not there’s anyone of faith around when the dreaded breaking happens.

We all know a few creators in distress, flirting with cynicism and giving up.   Be the voice they need today, not just in word, but in your own artistic practice.   And if you are the cynic you have in mind, look in the mirror and remind whatever-it-is-that’s-looking-back-from-behind-your eyes…to care.   Have the guts to care again.  

Let’s not work and play and make according the cynic. Let’s spend the day leaning into our caring, our love, and our passion.   Let us call it out in each other.   Wouldn’t we all rather work from a place of love and faith and high energy than disgruntlement and gritted teeth?

I know I would.

Reminds me of a certain man from La Mancha…

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On Finishing “The War of Art”

So 24 hours later, I’m through Steven Pressfield’s The War of Art.  Without looking back at my notes and highlights, here are the take-aways for me, the specifics the little voice inside me is urging me to pay attention to.

  • Stop speculating about art’s mysteries.  Be a craftsman.  Make the work.  Every day.  The mysteries will show up.  
  • Be a pro, and be ruthless about it.   You may or may not get paid, but that’s beside the point.  Really beside the point. 
  • Resistance” is ever present and you can count on it being ruthless about what its up to.  It is out to destroy you. 
  • Criticism is not the enemy.  Humiliation is not the enemy.  Failure is not even close to being the enemy.  ”Resistance” is the enemy. 
  • Learn to enjoy being miserable.  Pro athletes know they will play with pain every day.  You thought it wouldn’t hurt?  Dumb. 
  • If I don’t work, inspiration won’t bother.   If I do, power gathers around, hovering, nudging, gifting, pouring out. 
  • Question: who do I cheat if I don’t answer the call of what I’ve been given?  The only when is now.  “I’ll start tomorrow” is a lie. 
  • Transcend Ego.  The Self you were given by God isn’t there.  
  • Be territorial, not hierarchical.   That means work for the sustenance it brings, not to compare and assess against others. 
  • Would you do what you’re doing if you were the last person on earth? 
  • We have allies on earth and in heaven.  Make worlds they want to walk in. 
  • Do what you’ve been given to do.  Spending time figuring out what the market wants is the hand of Resistance encircling your neck. 
  • This work is not selfish, it is serving the earth and its people by playing your role in the inch by inch movement back to God. 
  • Finish.  Finish.  Finish.   
Do I agree with everything Steven Pressfield says?  No.  Are there theological problems?  Well, for lots of folks there will be, especially in the last section.   But not for me (not really, though if you complained, I’d understand); I don’t read it as a religious text, but as a powerful, right-between-the-eyes riff on the nature of how art making really works.   We kid ourselves if we think Pressfield is far off.
Pretty thrilling read, really.
Rebooted me, for sure… 

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A Brief Note On “The War of Art”

How do you define a critic?  I don’t remember where I first heard it, but here’s the definition I use, though frankly, until recently, I’d forgotten it.

“A critic mediates between an artist and his work.”

Yesterday, I got a note about the latest draft of the my current project.  It wasn’t a note I was happy about, and my reaction to it had nothing to do with the person giving it to me.  It was, frankly, a very, very good note.  But it also made me unhappy (before it was over, read angry) because it landed in a sore spot that has to do with an ongoing conversation I have with myself about my overall life as a writer and a craftsman.  Bottom line: if there’s something in the work that strikes you as false, it probably is.  Don’t screw around with it. Falseness in character and story design, as far as you can discover it, cannot be tolerated, any more than its to be tolerated or encouraged in the daily world.   When an idea first strikes, the jury calling it true or false sometimes takes awhile to come in, and if you build on it without letting it solidify and stand up to some rigorous testing, you can end up with significant and lovely structures you just have to tear down.

There’s re-writing, and there’s having to start all over.

BS is a killer.  Daily ruthlessness is imperative.

That’s why I commented yesterday that Steven Pressfield’s The War of Art came along at just the right moment.   It’s a brutal, refreshing read.   Imagine…a book unafraid to call shame a legitimate motivator for getting on with the work, as if there are some behaviors, even in our day and age, we should be ashamed of.  Imagine…a book that tells you your own personal healing has nothing to do with you getting your work done.   Imagine…a book unafraid to accuse the reader of not yet having turned pro, not matter how many words he’s produced.   Imagine…a book in which you hear (from a man who sounds like he knows) that the war of doing the deep, maybe divine, work of your calling is fought new every day, that no one expects the pain of it to go away, and that “Resistance” is pouring all the resources it has (though its nothing personal, of course) to destroying your work, your heart, and your creative ability to make the world.

Imagine loving being set aright by every word.

I’m not all the way through it, but I have some new tools this morning.

Still waking up, going pro…

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