Monday, January 11, 2016
Because it's a way of seeing new things, especially when you swim somewhere you've never been.
And it's intense. Plunge your head under water for 30 minutes.
Intense isolation in the purest, most gorgeous form. Sounds like writing, no?
Plus I went swimming with Daryln from Western Pennsylvania, something I only do at Bennington.
So many things I only do at Bennington, where I'm enrolled in the Bennington Writing Seminars' MFA program.
Like consuming the writing equivalent of a Thanksgiving feast -- every day.
Wake up and write. That's my routine wherever I go now.
But here at Bennington, I wake up to the silence of rural Vermont, so thick it feels eternal. I look out the window at campus, marvel at the opportunity I've been given, the opportunity I've seized, and I get to work.
Then breakfast, and I'm off. We're all off -- to a day of student lectures, and a master class, and later workshops, followed by a craft session, maybe and then student readings, and eventually faculty readings and more student readings. Each segment soldered to the next by conversations you have along the way.
Conversations and writing swapped and tips shared and books recommended, all around.
Went swimming this morning.
I lose myself in the strokes, and then I leave the pool, and since I'm at Bennington, I return to my room to lose myself in the writing.