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The MFA as a Friend

A strong argument, I must say.

BREVITY's Nonfiction Blog

1964982_10203201235221297_1433336520_nKelly Green, in response to our recent MFA discussion:

I’ll tell you why I want an MFA.

Because I am scared shitless of this literary world that I can only find on the internet. You’re using words I don’t know the meaning of, and when you talk about craft, my instinct is to think ‘beer’.

I want an MFA because I’m so far away from the world that I can’t possibly infiltrate it. I’m not looking for a calling card; I’m looking for a train ticket. I need to be dropped off somewhere closer to where I want to end up.
The world looks rich and white, and that scares the shit out of me (though you could argue that that is my world). It looks like a world erected upon itself. I imagine that if you were not born inside the walls, you will die climbing them.

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