Sometimes poems say everything that needs to be said. After a long discussion yesterday with someone who believed that the only things schools should teach is “what you need to do in life,” I realized how awful that would be. Most of what I do today didn’t exist when I was in school. I certainly would not have taught people how to handle communication problems in the workplace. There were no blogs, no Twitter and no websites. There were no computers, cell phones, faxes. Women who were in the workforce and got pregnant either “retired” voluntarily or were fired when their pregnancy became obvious. What I still use today is the problem solving I learned. How to think, not what to think. And, of course, that art is the benchmark of a culture.
You and Art
Your exact errors make a music
that nobody hears.
Your straying feet find the great dance,
And you live on a world where stumbling
always leads home.
Year after year fits over your face—
when there was youth, your talent
later, you find your way by touch
where moss redeems the stone;
and you discover where music begins
before it makes any sound,
far in the mountains where canyons go
still as the always-falling, ever-new flakes of snow.
—William Stafford, from You Must Revise Your Life