Storytellersunplugged

Where Words Meet

A Pause For Art

I have been accused of long-windedness at times.

I have been tarred with the sin of “holding the gem to the light.” And waxing not entirely eloquent about the facets. All of the facets, repeatedly, in refined detail.

Right here in this space, I have occupied exorbitant bandwidth to no end other than, some might say, the self-indulgent desire to go unedited and unchecked, off on a writing spree where words tumble and the keyboard smokes with the machine-gun staccato of my gnarled finger-pecking.

I’m a business school professor. Which requires discipline. And measure. And a self-censorious posture.

But it does not require the forsaking of art.

And so, in this space, I exercise that freedom that is denied in the discipline within which I meander. Yes, meander. For the walls may be firm, but the space is expansive.

This “essay” is a pause for me. Essay? A chance to stop, consider, reflect, thank the heavens for blessings, walk down a winding path, hold a blade of grass betwixt my fingers and examine it.

It is a letter of gratitude that I can recognize the contribution that art makes to business, to science, to economics, to all the disciplines. And I caress that contribution and I imbue my students with that recognition and attempt to fan it into appreciation.

Next week, I give a business seminar to a packed house of college students. The subject? Accounting? Operations? Finance? Supply Chain?

Hardly.

“Professional Storytelling Skills” How students can tell compelling stories about themselves and their lives. Simple. But a neglected skill.

I feel the juices begin to flow, and the words are starting to spill. It’s time to stop.

Time to let the point be made as simply as necessary.

There is room for art.

There is always room for art.

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