{"id":1798,"date":"2012-05-25T08:42:09","date_gmt":"2012-05-25T13:42:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/artfulmanager\/?p=1798"},"modified":"2012-05-25T08:55:00","modified_gmt":"2012-05-25T13:55:00","slug":"so-much-depends","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/artfulmanager\/main\/so-much-depends.php","title":{"rendered":"So much depends"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/necmusic.edu\/eric-booth-2012-commencement-speech\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-1805\" title=\"Eric Booth\" src=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/artfulmanager\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/eric_booth.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"201\" \/><\/a>Author\/educator\/teaching artist Eric Booth delivered a fantastic commencement address to New England Conservatory graduates, family, and friends this week, which <a href=\"http:\/\/necmusic.edu\/eric-booth-2012-commencement-speech\">has been posted online<\/a>. In it, he offers many essential points about the role and work of an artist or an arts organization, and the ways they help create meaning in the world. He offers a new job title for all of the graduates (fitting for any cultural manager, as well): Agent of Artistic Experience. And he shares some thoughtful ways to live up to that title.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>Among my favorite sections of the speech is his exploration of how artists prepare an audience to experience a creative work. I had heard about his exercise but never experienced it. And now that I have it in writing it will likely make an appearance in many of my classes in arts and cultural management.<\/p>\n<p>Booth explores the many ways we might prepare a listener or observer for an artistic experience. He takes this journey by performing the same work, William Carlos Williams&#8217; poem &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.poets.org\/viewmedia.php\/prmMID\/15537\">The Red Wheelbarrow<\/a>&#8220;, four times, with four different preparations for the audience. Each time he asks the audience to gauge their own response to the work, and how it changes with each form of preparation. I&#8217;ll share extended excerpts since it&#8217;s such an important exercise:<\/p>\n<p>First, no preparation at all &#8212; common to cultural performances and presentations in all disciplines. Just the work, and nothing but the work:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>&#8220;The Red Wheelbarrow&#8221;<br \/>\nby William Carlos Williams<\/p>\n<p>so much depends<br \/>\nupon<\/p>\n<p>a red wheel<br \/>\nbarrow<\/p>\n<p>glazed with rain<br \/>\nwater<\/p>\n<p>beside the white<br \/>\nchickens.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Next, a biographical preparation, common to program notes across the performing and visual arts:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>In a minute I am going to speak one of the most famous poems of the 20th Century, \u201cThe Red Wheelbarrow\u201d by William Carlos Williams. The poet was born in 1883 in Rutherford, New Jersey, began writing poetry in high school, and studied it at the University of Pennsylvania where he was also studying medicine. He struggled to decide if he should become a poet or a doctor, his parents urged the latter, and he decided to become both. He became a pediatrician and as a poet joined the Imagist movement, along with TS Eliot and Ezra Pound, but he eventually separated from them as he sought a more American idiom. He fell out of public notice in the 1940s, but was returned to popularity in the 1950s by the interest of the beat poets, especially Allan Ginzberg, to whom he was an active mentor. He continued writing poems until his death in 1963.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe Red Wheelbarrow\u201d<\/p>\n<p>so much depends<br \/>\nupon<\/p>\n<p>a red wheel<br \/>\nbarrow<\/p>\n<p>glazed with rain<br \/>\nwater<\/p>\n<p>beside the white<br \/>\nchickens.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Next, a structural analysis of the poem and how it &#8220;works&#8221; &#8212; again, common to classrooms and pre-concert lectures by conductors, musicians, directors, and artists.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>In a moment I will speak William Carlos Williams poem \u201cThe Red Wheelbarrow.\u201d The opening lines set the tone for the rest of the poem. Since the poem is comprised of one sentence broken up at various intervals, it is truthful to say that \u201cso much depends upon\u201d each line of the poem. Because the form of the poem is also its meaning. By the end of the poem, the image of the wheelbarrow is seen as the actual poem, as in a painting when one sees an image of an apple, the apple represents an actual object in reality, but since it is part of a painting the apple also becomes the actual piece of art. The wheelbarrow is introduced starkly. The vivid word &#8220;red&#8221; lights up the scene, and the monosyllabic words in line three elongate the line, putting an unusual pause between the word \u201cwheel\u201d and \u201cbarrow\u201d\u2014thus breaking the image down to its most basic parts. Using the sentence as a painter uses line and color, Williams breaks up the words in order to see the object more closely. Later the word \u201cglazed\u201d evokes another painterly image. Just as the reader is beginning to notice the wheelbarrow through a closer perspective, the rain transforms it as well, giving it a newer, fresher look. The last lines offer up the final brushstroke to this \u201cstill life\u201d poem, with \u201cwhite\u201d used in stark contrast to the earlier \u201cred,\u201d and the unusual view of the ordinary wheelbarrow is complete.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe Red Wheelbarrow\u201d<\/p>\n<p>so much depends<br \/>\nupon<\/p>\n<p>a red wheel<br \/>\nbarrow<\/p>\n<p>glazed with rain<br \/>\nwater<\/p>\n<p>beside the white<br \/>\nchickens.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>And finally, preparation that describes the artist&#8217;s motivation for the work, and the personal emotions from which it came:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>I recently came across the true story of the incident that prompted Williams to write \u201cThe Red Wheelbarrow.\u201d He was a pediatrician in the days when doctors still made house calls. And he had this one patient, a young girl, whose severe illness had her teetering between life and death for weeks. She lay in her bed all day staring out the window, and no one knew if she would make it. And one day after he examined her, he sat at her bedside and thought about what her long days must be like, day after day, and he looked down the length of the bed and out the window at the foot of it, that framed a farm yard on that rainy afternoon, and he saw a wheelbarrow, and some chickens, and he went home and wrote:<\/p>\n<p>so much depends<br \/>\nupon<\/p>\n<p>a red wheel<br \/>\nbarrow<\/p>\n<p>glazed with rain<br \/>\nwater<\/p>\n<p>beside the white<br \/>\nchickens.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Of course, Booth&#8217;s point is that there are <em>many<\/em>\u00a0ways to engage and connect a listener\/observer with an artistic experience. He also exposes the fairly anemic points of entry we&#8217;ve come to rely on in the arts, particularly in classical music &#8212; versions one through three above. So often, artists and arts organizations forgo the personal and the emotional in their preparation &#8212; by habit, by bias, by training, by lack of empathy with an audience fresh to the discipline or the work.<\/p>\n<p>But as Agents of Artistic Experience, our job is not only to perform or present artistic work to our best technical and aesthetic ability, but also to find the most powerful and meaningful ways to connect that work to the humans we encounter along the way.<\/p>\n<p>The entire speech is well worth a reading and a moment or five of reflective thought.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Author\/educator\/teaching artist Eric Booth delivered a fantastic commencement address to New England Conservatory graduates, family, and friends this week, which has been posted online. 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