I graduated from a military school in 1958. The yearbook reminded me that \u201cMoser is never on top in any field.\u201d True. I wasn\u2019t. But, back then, I didn\u2019t care.<\/p>\n
I did graduate though\u2014 thanks to the generosity of my history teacher who allowed me to re-take my failed final exam (and who, I am certain, graded that second exam with compassion for a boy who couldn\u2019t care less about history\u2026or math, or English, or chemistry, or anything else academic).<\/p>\n
My folks gave me a record player for my graduation present. It wasn\u2019t very sophisticated, but it played the music I enjoyed listening to, which was not<\/em> the music my classmates listened to. While they listened to Harvey and the Moonglows, the Platters, and Elvis Presley, I was off in my own world listening to Nat King Cole, Rachmaninoff, and Broadway musicals like Oklahoma<\/em>, and South Pacific<\/em>.<\/p>\n In South Pacific<\/em>, a character named Bloody Mary, a large Polynesian woman, belts out a tune in which she tells her beautiful brown daughter that \u201cif you don\u2019t have a dream, how you gon\u2019 have a dream come true.\u201d<\/p>\n And it is this matter of having dreams<\/em> that I address this morning.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n There are a number of you out there who, like me when I was sitting out there, dream. Dream of being a professional athlete, perhaps. Or an Olympic gymnast. A scientist maybe. Or an artist, a poet, a novelist, \u2026or a farmer or an auto mechanic. And I am equally certain that somebody in your life has told you that being a farmer or an auto mechanic is beneath your station. Or that being an artist is just a pipe dream because you can\u2019t possibly make a living at it.<\/p>\n My daddy told me that. His boss, Charlie Thompson, had a son who had a degree in art, but he ended up selling life insurance. So the day I announced that I wanted to major in art in college, my daddy said to me, \u201cSon, don\u2019t even think about it. You\u2019ll never be able to make a living at it. If Charlie Thompson Jr. couldn\u2019t do it, you sure as hell can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n And it wasn\u2019t just my dad who was discouraging. Baylor\u2014the military school\u2014was hardly supportive. There were no art classes. In fact, I was often disciplined for drawing in a class or study hall. One time, I got a good paddling after a teacher caught me drawing a naked woman on a blank page in my textbook. Hauled me up by the scruff of my neck like a dog, he did, and sent me to the Commandant\u2019s office where the remedy for my deplorable\u00a0 transgression was meted out against my backside.<\/p>\n But despite the academic upbraidings and the familial disapprob\u00e1tions, I never stopped drawing\u2014nor have I ever stopped dreaming. And today I make a comfortable living. I live with my wonderful wife in a big house in the woods that\u2019s full of life and love and art and music and poetry and literature and books\u2014thousands of books . . . as well as a fine English mastiff\u2026and two worthless cats.<\/p>\n So don\u2019t you ever<\/em> let any<\/em><\/strong>body<\/em> tell you that you can\u2019t do<\/em><\/strong> something, because if you have the dream<\/em><\/strong>, and if you have enough drive, determination, discipline\u2014and above all, the PASSION for your dream\u2014 you can bloody well do anything you want to do. The German poet Goethe said: \u201cIf you can do<\/em> something\u2014or if you dream<\/strong> that you can do something\u2014then DO IT, for in action lies genius.\u201d<\/p>\n So it is to those among you who dream of doing something beyond the ordinary and typical, beyond the conservative professional expectations\u2014some-thing like becoming an artist, say, or a poet, a novelist, a theoretical scientist, a mountain climber, a flim director to whom I am speaking. And the one person I really<\/em> want to hear me is probably asleep.<\/p>\n And so here is what I have to say about fulfilling a dream\u2014 and forgive me if the first seems glib\u2014but the most important thing in realizing a dream is to work<\/em>. Work at what you dream of doing. Work at it. Work at it everyday<\/em>. At the same time everyday, for as long as you can take it\u2014work, work, work.<\/p>\n You can\u2019t depend on talent. I\u2019ve taught for over fifty years now and I\u2019ve never met an un<\/em>talented student. Talent is as common as house dust, and\u2014in the long run\u2014about as valuable as teats on a boar hog. I think it was Melville who said that there is nothing more common than unsuccessful people with talent. So remember that nothing is as valuable to the achievement of a dream as is the habit of work, and work has <\/em>to become a habit. Has to become something that you cannot NOT do. It has to become bone within you.<\/p>\n Two\u2014listen to music. Maybe not South Pacific<\/em> or the Platters, but, for God\u2019s sake, listen to Bach. Listen to his Art of the Fugue<\/em> and The Goldberg Variations. <\/em>Listen to them over and over and over. Everyday, day after day until you begin to sense, if not understand, what Bach is up to. Then implement what you intuit into your own work, whether that work is dance, or prose, or poetry or putting the shot. I don\u2019t care if you don\u2019t like classical music, or if you feel that it has nothing to do with what you do. Do it. It is invaluable. Let that music fill your mind. Let it flow over you and into you until you are aware of nothing else. Bach\u2014and others of his ilk\u2014 will teach you form and structure and rhythm and space and movement and all sorts of things you\u2019ve never imagined\u2014if only you are willing to listen and to learn.<\/p>\n Three\u2014be willing to fail. William Faulkner said that to not fail<\/em> is to be perfect. He said that if he ever did anything perfectly<\/em> nothing would remain for him but to cut his throat. Experiment and fail. Move on.\u00a0 Always keep in motion and finish the job, even if it is not exactly what you hoped it would be. Even if it is not as good<\/em> as it could be. The fact of the matter is that it will never be<\/em> as good as it could be, and that\u2019s ok. It\u2019s ok because it\u2019s all part of the never-ending, self-perpetuating growth process\u2014and failure<\/em>, my friends, is the foundation of growth.<\/p>\n I\u2019ve designed and illustrated nearly four hundred books now, and not a single one of them is perfect. But I\u2019ll tell you this: I would rather have the three hundred and seventy imperfect books that comprise my history and mark the vectors of my journey through my art form\u2014than to have one perfect<\/em> book that would comprise nothing but its own perfect self, sitting lonely on a shelf.<\/p>\n Four\u2014always think of yourself as a student\u2014now and forever more. Never\u2014not now, nor at any time in the future\u2014think of yourself as an artist or a poet or a dancer or a mathematician. And never, ever<\/em><\/strong> refer to yourself as such. Not now. Not ever. Leave that up to someone else, and I don\u2019t mean your mamma or daddy or anybody else who\u2019s vested in you. To do otherwise is to be self-congratulatory and arrogant, and God only knows we have far too much arrogant, self-inflated, self-important pomposity in the arts (and in politics and professional athletics) today. So don\u2019t you go adding your own feculance to that cesspool. Not now. Not ever.<\/p>\n Work. And fail. That\u2019s all that\u2019s important. And in doing so try your hardest to be the best that you can possibly be, and try your hardest to make the things you make, or do the things you do, as well as they can be made or as well as they can be done. Do it for the ages. Don\u2019t squander your work and your gifts by pandering to what\u2019s cool, or to the stupidity of what\u2019s currently fashionable. Look beyond. Eschew that which is easily done. That which is easily understood. And that which appeals more to your hormones than to your mind.<\/p>\n There is little more that I can advise you, except, (first, as corny and prosaic as it may seem) put love first in your life: love of your work, and of other people, and of yourself, and of whatever things of the spirit move and motivate you.<\/p>\n Second, have a lot of fun in order to balance all the hard work. Maintain a fierce sense of humor to balance the underlying seriousness of your purpose. There are very few things that are so serious or important that they can\u2019t be laughed at, or even poked a little fun at\u2014especially politicians, televangelists, and commencement speakers.<\/p>\n Third, never under estimate the value of luck.<\/p>\n Fourth, don\u2019t get drunk and drive a car.<\/p>\n Fifth, get plenty of sleep.<\/p>\n And, sixth, eat your greens.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I graduated from a military school in 1958. The yearbook reminded me that \u201cMoser is never on top in any field.\u201d True. I wasn\u2019t. But, back then, I didn\u2019t care. I did graduate though\u2014 thanks to the generosity of my history teacher who allowed me to re-take my failed final exam (and who, I am … Continue reading Barry Moser’s Commencement Address<\/span>