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March 1, 2015

Our Creative Duty

Filed under: Creativity,Religion,Uncategorized — Francisco Stork @ 2:59 pm

Sermon given at Pilgrim Church, Sherborn, MA – March 1, 2015

I am very honored to speak to you this morning and very honored and grateful to Pastor John for selecting my novel Marcelo in the Real World for Pilgrim Church’s Lenten Reading Series and indeed for being the primary instigator in the Town’s selection of Marcelo for its One Town One Read program. I was reading Marcelo again in preparation for all this hullaballoo and I was surprised and happy to feel as if the book had been written by someone else: Someone a lot wiser and a lot better writer than me. Since its publication more than five years ago, I’ve often gone back to read passages in the book that help me get unstuck from those mental blocks that are keeping me from writing. Some of the passages I like to re-read are the dialogues between Marcelo, the main character of the novel, and Rabbi Heschel. Marcelo is a young man with an autism-related condition known as Asperger’s Syndrome who has a special interest/slash obsession with God. Even though Marcelo’s family is not Jewish, Marcelo’s mother, Aurora, a little afraid of Marcelo’s special interest has arranged for Marcelo to meet every other week with Rabbi Heschel to give Marcelo someone to talk to and also to make sure the special interest doesn’t become too extreme. There’s one interchange between Rabbi Heschel that I turn to again and again when I am anxious and discouraged about my writing. It’s the passage where Rabbi Heschel tries to explain to Marcelo her decision to become a rabbi. She tells Marcelo:
“I never knew for sure that going to seminary was what God wanted me to do. Sure, I used to complain to God, to Moses you appear as a burning bush, but to me you come like a burning hemorrhoid. I knew that going to seminary was what the Lord wanted only afterward, when the burning — not stopped — but at least got bearable (. . .) How I found out that God wanted me to do it was that the urge to do it got too painful to ignore. I ended up going to seminary just so I could get some sleep.”
The passage reminds me of the time I finally decided to bear down and write a novel. Although I wanted to be a writer since I was a child and kept a journal, writing in it almost daily since I was a teenager, it was only when I was forty-five years old that I took it upon myself to start, persist and complete a novel. I had just gotten laid off from the law firm where I had been unhappily working as a real estate lawyer. Yes, the real estate market was sinking and there was not enough legal work to go around the various associates, but it was also true that practice in a high powered law firm and me were not, how shall I put it, jelling. So there I was in one of those moments we all have now and then. You know, the moment when you wonder where your life has gone and you have this awful feeling that you have wasted lots of it. I was wondering how it was possible to go through a life time ignoring the persistent urge to write and it was clear that the unhappiness that I found myself in at that time was at least partly related to the recognition that the urge I had ignored had a divine origin. I had ignored a call from God to utilize gifts given to me. So I started to write. An hour, sometimes a couple of hours each day, for many months. Then I sent the book out and after all the rejections were in, I re-wrote and re-wrote and five years later a novel was published by a small university press. About six months after I was laid off, I was able to find a legal job that was less stressful and less time-intensive and which allowed me at least a couple of hours to write early mornings or on weekends. I’m not going to tell you that I went from being miserable to being happy. It was more like experiencing Rabbi Heschel’s reason for going to the seminary. I wrote so the burning could diminish and I could get some sleep. One time someone asked Flannery O’Connor, why she wrote, and she answered: “Because it feels worse when I don’t.” I think that what Rabbi Heschel and what Flannery O’Connor were referring to, and what I found out the hard way, is that if the creative urge, the call to create and to express your talents and gifts is not attended to, sooner or later there will surely be psychic and maybe even physical pain. And this pain can in turn lead to all kinds of ways and tactics to lessen the painful certainty in our hearts that we are not responding to the call to fully be who we are meant to be. It’s as if the creative urge were a relentless force that needs to find proper expression less it explode in unwanted ways that are painful and hurtful to ourselves and others.
I used the word “duty” in the title of my talk today because I wanted to emphasize a sometimes forgotten aspect of creativity. Yes, there is joy in responding to the creative call. But this joy is the joy of meaning and purpose and it does not always feel good. Responding to the creative call requires persistence and discipline and patience. I’ve never had a book go from first draft to publication in less than three years. The last one that will come out next year will take six years by the time it comes out. It is not really possible to grind out this kind of effort without firmly believing that you have an obligation to do so. The words duty and obligation have taken on a negative connotation in our modern world. Duty is what you have to do as opposed as to what you like to do. But duty can be joyful if it is linked to love. What helps me the most in the fulfillment of this obligation I feel is to connect the obligation to God. To see writing as a religious vocation, an individual call from God. Indeed, it is helpful for me to see the creative urge as originating not in me but in God. Creativity flows through me and I give it my own individual expression, but it is not mine. Seeing my writing as something that is from God and for Him helps me not to worry about the book’s success. My job is to write the book and do what I can to get it published. What happens after that is up to Him. What I do know about the results of my efforts is that God will find a way to place the book into the hands of the reader that needs that book, that will be touched by it and find it useful. Frederick Buechner, one of my favorite Christian authors, said that “vocation was the place where the gladness in your heart meets the world’s great need.” Writing books that are helpful, useful to young people is where the gladness in my heart meets one of the world’s great needs, providing our young people with inspiring role models, inciting them through good stories and complex characters to ask the big questions: who am I? Why am I here? Or as Marcelo asks Rabbi Heschel: “How can we live with so much suffering?”
Through the years that I’ve been writing, what has helped me the most is to understand that writing is secondary to the primary object of God’s creative urge. Writing is about doing that which gives my heart gladness, but creativity is first and foremost an urge to be, to become, and only secondarily an urge to do. My first creative duty is to create my soul and my life in the image of an ideal. We are all free to choose the ideal we want to become but as someone who tries to follow Christ, the ideal that I endeavor to create is the ideal represented by the life and words of Jesus Christ. To be like Jesus is my first creative duty. The Beatitudes encapsulate for me who Christ was and is and who I want to be. Poor in Spirit, Able to mourn, meek, hungry and thirsty for righteousness, merciful, pure of heart, a peace maker, and someone willing to be persecuted, i.e. ignored, sometimes rejected, for trying to be like Him. I am not very successful at embodying this ideal into my daily life, but in this, as in writing, ultimate perfection is not important. It’s all in the trying. The writing, the doing, flows from my connection to Christ, my poor attempts to be like him.
Sometimes I think we tend to limit creativity to artistic or scientific endeavor or to some kind of innovation in business or medicine or government. In other words, we limit creativity to doing and we limit it to a few people we consider special or gifted. But really, the most important creative act, our creative duty, is to the creation of our person, the creation of who we are through choosing what we think about and what we pay attention to and what we do. The objects we create, the writing or inventing, are simply expressions of who we are. Viewed this way, imagining who you want to be and actualizing that image in the particular facts of your life is a creative act, the most important creative act. The kindness, the forgiveness, the helpfulness that we first imagine and then make real are all creative acts. If you listen closely, you will recognize in yourself the urge to become, to grow in accordance with an image of goodness and beauty that you carry in the silence of your inner most being. That urge, bothersome at times, is God’s call. It is God calling you through Christ to be like Him, to be the person we are meant to be. This, becoming who God wants us to be, is our creative duty.

November 15, 2014

Music

Filed under: Uncategorized — Francisco Stork @ 7:09 am

Sad cellos, lonely piano notes
Violins longing for who knows what
Wordless words to sorrow
Who knew beauty was hope also
That sound could be silence
Sweet with life

If I could be with you that way
An understanding presence
A quiet friend.

I have only words to give you
My poor attempts
My music.

June 22, 2014

Some Anguished Thoughts on Self-Promotion

Filed under: Awards,Integrity,Praise,self-promotion,Soul,Uncategorized — Francisco Stork @ 9:57 am

How and when did it happen that the art of writing did not end when the novel was finished but continued on to the promotion of the work and its author? And if you believe that self-promotion is now a necessary part of the process of creation, does it have an effect on the writing? Does the quality of the writing diminish if when you start to write you see the process you are embarking on ending not in the completion of a work you love but in the work being loved? What I would like to do for a few minutes in this journal entry is explore that uncomfortable feeling that comes from the act of self- promotion. I am calling “self-promotion” all activities done by the author after the work is finished to sell the book and also to increase the author’s reputation and name recognition. I am lumping together a whole bunch of activities, I know. I’m calling self-promotion anything from attending a conference to talk about diversity, let’s say, because my book has Latino characters to notifying Facebook friends of a favorable review. I’m not saying this is good or bad, necessary or not, accepted and standard behavior or not. I want to talk about why it feels “strange” somehow – to me. There’s a part of me that honestly feels that my books are worth reading, that they have value, and promoting the book is an act of sharing not very different from wanting others to know about the great book I just read. And yet this knowledge does not take away that funny feeling, that funny smell of “ego” that comes with self-promotion. I only speak for myself here, but I think it is good for me to recognize the existence of this feeling and ask if it is trying to tell me something.

One of the things I’ve noticed in myself is that the motivation to write is different from the motivation to be read. The first is not unlike that anticipatory joy I had when, as a child, I could be alone and play with my plastic action figures. An hour or two lay ahead of me where I could imagine and pretend, unwatched and undisturbed, to my heart’s content. The desire to create is as simple and uncomplicated as child’s play. The wish to be read is more complicated. This latter wish can include the wish to be loved and accepted, the incredibly powerful need to be special in our own eyes and in others. And it can also be based on generosity, on the willingness to return goodness received and to share hard-earned craftsmanship and learning and wisdom.The problem (if I can use a word that is in itself problematic) is that the “impurity” (another very problematic word, I know) of the wish to be read affects (one can say “contaminates” to continue with the use of loaded words) the rather pure desire to create. The more I yield to, the more I actualize, the more I pay attention to wanting to be read, the less joy there seems to be in the act of writing. It is as if I were no longer alone as I played with my action figures but was in a room with adults who, although occupied with their own conversation, could hear and watch me play. My play is no longer uninhibited, sincere. It is tempered by the potential listeners nearby. And so it is with writing when the fan or the award or the future Facebook post makes its presence felt as I write.

I’ve come to understand a little better the nature of that uncomfortable feeling that comes with self-promotion. I don’t have a name for it, exactly. But I know that it is a loss of sorts. I can’t get away from feeling that every time I do it I am chipping away at something that needs to be solid, loosening boundaries of something that should be firm, damaging a fragile whole that needs to be protected for the sake of the next act of creation.

I’m not sure I have any great solutions. The fact that I am writing to be read makes self-promotion inevitable. I look for ways to protect the child at play as I talk about the author and his books. I try to keep in mind the self-less motives of wanting to be read: to touch, to awaken, to teach, to delight. The act of writing will always encompass the desire to be read. Even when writing in the journal no one will ever read, we are writing to someone, for someone. For me, it is not possible to give the deepest part of me, which is the best gift I can give any readers I may have, without in some way listening to and attending to the little voice of discomfort that comes with self-promotion.

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