Maine Media MFA-A Bust

Arno's Last Shot

Not going back to Maine Media MFA and might not attend anymore workshops there. One student canidate offended me by saying the program wasn’t for me. I protested, the program, at least the program described in the materials, was for me; the one which I audited, which the person attended, without, of course, presenting any work, wasn’t. Bummer.

The last night, the members of the program went out to celebrate at a bar. Seemed like more of a ritual than a festivity. Word got back that three members of the faculty had quit. Not a good thing to happen while you await accreditation. Who remains on the teaching staff, I don’t know, but the three who left seemed to be among the most accomplished.

Jan Promoted Workshops

I waited around too long. Should have left after the academic discussion during which it became apparent few had read the assignment and, if anyone did, they weren’t, except for one or two, among the people who spoke. I am not sure the faculty member who led the discussion understood the writing; he was more interested in talking about himself and the poetry part or the reading, which we never got to because he didn’t facilitate much. Only reason I stayed was to touch the faculty. Not worth the effort.

So, Arno quit. I met with him. Asked what he would bring to me if I attended, he said, “I would give you honesty.” He didn’t tell me he would be leaving. I met with Elizabeth. She told me she didn’t see the things I saw in my pictures. She cut off the interview in mid image, a serious dis, to talk to someone else. She didn’t want to download a study I had done into her Lightroom. She was completely dismissive and negative. I posited a few ideas for academic study which I didn’t have properly translated into MFA speak. Those are undergraduate subjects, not MFA topics.” This is after a discussion during a defense of a master’s dissertation the day before where the faculty got into a discussion about whether the requirements for the paper should be relaxed, eased enough to allow for the substitution of poetry for paragraphs. And it was after people presented papers and then discussed them, asking for questions without providing copies for the group to read ahead of time, as if anyone would have read them. Elizabeth said it was because the papers were not received in time to copy.

Jan seemed interested, for a second or two. He asked me to bring some graphic design work, then never asked for it. Jan liked my work, at least some of it. He suggested that I didn’t fit into an MFA program mentality. How did he know? Never looked at my resume or asked any probing questions.

Shumlin and Welch and Leahy Leave The Scene

The election ended electioneering, for now, at least. Thanks be to God. How sad to live in a state where we need to select a governor every two years. I cannot wait. And the presidency, too. Oh, boy. I cannot wait. More nasty ads. More polls. More nailbiting. Oh, boy.

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John on Church Street

John

“Just because we be homeless, doesn’t mean we are not human…. A place to stay is a good thing. Warm. You get a room. And then a second room.”

“Yeh, man,” I said, “and then you start collecting shit.”

leg brace

“You know, you walk a lot when you are homeless. One day, for no reason my tendon burst…. I don’t use my crutches anymore, because I got to get around.”

“Didn’t this scene happen in Midnight Cowboy?”

Peter Shumlin, Governor-elect

Democracy. What democracy? I voted. So what? People vote against their interests, unless they have a reason founded on some moral issue to motivate them. Too hard to follow the issues, because you have to read papers, which, in the case of the Burlington Free Press, don’t tell you enough, or watch TV, which, in the case of WCAX, just cover what they can. No real editorial comments worth remembering. Candidates are rock stars, only interested in winning office and staying there. So, I get to vote. Then they do whatever they want without really telling you why, supporting whomever brought them to the dance, disenfranchising the rest of us.

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