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What William Stafford Taught Me at 100
By Mark Putney
My hands pulsed on the drive back from the post office as they grasped the steering
wheel, knowing the letter, seated in the passenger seat, contained my future. I glanced back
and forth from East End Road to the fold of paper, making sure it was still there, the
University of Oregon “O” emblazoned in the left corner. Turning into the driveway, past the
dead ferns and Sitka Spruce, I lurched to a stop and met my wife in the kitchen.
“Here it is,” I said, holding the envelope. We both smiled and looked down– two kids
at the edge of the high dive. I ripped open the fold and began reading.
“Dear Mark,
Thank you for applying for the English doctoral program. We had many
qualified applicants and the decision was difficult. We regret to inform you…”
I finished reading and set the correspondence down.
“Wow, “I said, followed by a grunt, a sigh, a silence.
My wife was tender and warm. Emily knew I was set back, but showed no
disappointment in me. The rejection, however, soaked in. I failed.
I was becoming a writer.
Every Morning All Over Again
Only the world guides me. Weather pushes, or when it entices I follow. Some kind of magnetism turns me when I am walking in the woods with no intentions. There are leadings without any reason, but they attract; if I find there is nothing to gain from them, I still follow—their power
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is the power of the surrounding world. But things that promise, or those that will serve my purposes—they interfere with the pure wind from nowhere that sustains a kite, or a gull, or a free spirit. So, afloat again every morning, I find the current: all the best rivers have secret channels that you have to find by whispering like this, and then hear them and follow.
(You Must Revise Your Life 86)
William Stafford rose early, nearly every morning of his life, and rested in solitude,
then wrote. Of course, some mornings he wrote, “Travelling Through the Dark,” or
“Fifteen,” but other mornings he wrote about Dorothy, his wife, about the rain or his jog, or
about colleagues at Lewis and Clark. He wrote poems, aphorisms, questions – some of these
took root and became published works, but others stayed in his “compost heap” (Writing
the Australian Crawl 10). Stafford welcomed his thoughts and his self when he sat down,
sipping instant coffee at 5:00 a.m.
Describing his daily practice, he writes, “So, receptive, careless of failure, I spin out
things on the page. And a wonderful freedom comes. If something occurs to me, it is all
right to accept it. It has one justification: it occurs to me. No one else can guide me. I must
follow my own weak, wandering, diffident impulses” (Petersen 15). For Stafford, the
process of writing was liberating and imaginative. It was a generative exercise, a constant
motion, a “forward feeling” (“Fifteen”). When doubts about the quality of his writing
emerged, Stafford squashed these perfectionist impulses. He writes, “I must be willing to
fail. If I am to keep on writing, I cannot bother to insist on high standards” (Petersen 15).
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Failure isn’t something to flee from, I realized. Stafford submitted his now famous poem,
“Traveling Through the Dark” 16 times and published roughly one out of every ten of his
poems. The rest, he writes, “find themselves coming home permanently to roost” (Writing
the Australian Crawl 10).
Writing to publish, to earn a proficient grade, or to achieve a Ph.D are not the point,
according to Stafford; rather, writing to discover, wander, search, these are the motives to
sit down and scratch a few words and sentences together. When I feel inadequate as a
writer, or sense perfectionism creeping into my prose, stifling my ability to compose or
think, I lower my standards and embrace what bubbles up.
What is Writing For: Stafford in the Schools
Accountability Cold nights outside the tavern in Wyoming, pickups and big semi’s lounge idling, letting their haunches twitch now and then in gusts of powder snow, their owners inside for hours, forgetting as well as they can the miles, the circling plains, the still town that connects to nothing but cold and space and a few stray ribbons of pavement, icy guides to nothing but bigger towns and other taverns that glitter and wait: Denver, Cheyenne. Hibernating in the library of the school on the hill a few pieces by Thomas Aquinas or saint Teresa and the fragmentary explorations of people like Alfred North Whitehead crouch and wait amid research folders on energy and military recruitment posters glimpsed by the hard stars. The school bus by the door, a yellow mound, clangs open and shut as the wind finds a loose door and worries it all night, letting the hollow students count off and break up and blow away over the frozen ground.
(You Must Revise Your Life 86)
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“When I write, grammar is my enemy,” Stafford writes (Writing the Australian Crawl
22). I read this multiple times to make sure it was true. As a writer, I’m inspired by Stafford;
as a Language Arts teacher, I’m troubled. Sure, all this writing and invention and welcoming
sounds terrific, but what about the standards? Isn’t my job to help students read and write
more critically and clearly? Shouldn’t they be able to punctuate and identify introductory
elements and edit comma splices? In response to these demands, I wonder if Stafford’s
writing process might captivate students, allowing them to “relax and start moving,” to be
“ready for adventure” (Writing the Australian Crawl 23; 52). What kinds of writing might
students compose if teachers emphasize generating writing, composing what stirs the
imagination, instead of prescribing prompts and presenting writing as a set of rules to
memorize or marks to correct. What if we said, “When you write, simply tell me something.
Maybe you can tell me how we should live” (Writing the Australian Crawl 27).
Too often students don’t have the choice or space to “tell me how we should live”—
to write what matters to them. This isn’t a critique of the Common Core or its emphasis on
analytical writing; in fact, I’ll come clean—I appreciate the Common Core. I do, however,
question whether we ignite a passion for writing by handing out five paragraph outlines, or
by explaining how semicolons will boost a conventions score on the annual state test (I
confess, I’ve done both). Lowering writing standards doesn’t mean writing sloppily, it
simply offers mercy in the early stages of development. Clearly, Stafford understood and
employed mechanical constructions and grammatical rules, but he stressed writing from
the center, writing what you know. He writes, “Composing in language is done by feel,
rather than by rule.”
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Once the writer plumbs the depths of his or her well, revision is appropriate.
Although it may not be beneficial to compare oneself to a brilliant writer, we can learn from
some of Stafford’s habits. For instance, in a draft of “Mein Kampf,” Stafford scribbles new
verbs, replacing “wander” with “burrow,” “puts out” with “begs,” “touches” with “snags.”
Each word sharpening the poem’s tone—even the title was changed from “The Struggle,” to
“Mein Kampf,” evoking images of Hitler’s brutality. The original idea is honed by culling and
chiseling specific words or phrases.
Stafford’s way is a subversive invitation to write. In other words, I think high school
students will drink it up. At the heart of all the questions English teachers hear—“How long
does it have to be”; “Who invented the comma?”; “Why do we have to write so much?”;
“What should I write about?”—is this query: What is writing for? This is the common core
for Stafford. Writing is for becoming a more thoughtful human being, exploring the
dichotomies we all inhabit, confronting our prejudices, and fostering compassion for our
neighbors. Writing becomes not an essay to finish, a standard to meet, but a journey to
embark upon. As teachers we can accompany our students on this writing life, so they may
continue on—even after they’re deemed proficient.
Post-Stafford
Stafford has helped me to reorient my writing life. Usually, I felt like an impostor,
wondering what attributes composed a bona fide writer. Now I see a writer is someone
who writes. Stafford says, “A writer is not so much someone who has something to say as
he is someone who has found a process that will bring about new things he would not have
thought of if he had not started to say them” (Writing the Australian Crawl 17). This is an
invitation to experience “one of the great, free human activities” (20). This “process-‐rather-‐
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than-‐substance view of writing” led Stafford to make the following reflection: “Writers may
not be special—sensitive or talented in any usual sense. They are simply engaged in
sustained use of a language skill we all have (Writing the Australian Crawl 20). My hope is
that I—and my students—can accept this democratizing invitation to write what matters to
us.
When I opened the letter from U of O, I experienced the sense of failure Stafford
knew well when a poem didn’t resonate with the editor, didn’t bring the reader to
attention. I wasn’t sure what this rejection might compel me to do. Now, I see it brought me
to Lewis and Clark College, reading William Stafford’s works, waking up early to write
down some thoughts—a practice I plan to continue, savoring the “pieces of heaven” (“Any
Morning”). Stafford revealed I only need one thing to become a writer: an alarm clock.
Epilogue
Writing the William Stafford Way: 5 Easy Steps
1. Wake up at 4:00 a.m. 2. Start writing – the date helps. 3. Write whatever moves you; lower your standards, when necessary. 4. Welcome inspiration and pursue it, wherever it leads. 5. Compost and revise, repeating steps 1-4 every morning.
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Works Cited
Petersen, Paulann. We Belong in History: Writing with William Stafford. Portland, Ore.:
Ooligan Press, 2013.
Stafford, William. Writing the Australian Crawl: Views on the Writer’s Vocation. Ann Arbor:
The University of Michigan Press, 1978.
-‐-‐-‐. You Must Revise Your Life. Ann Arbor: The University of Michigan Press, 1986.