Listening Louder: Conversation as Recognition of The Other

When you listen better you think better; when you think better you do better.  

Dr. Shana L. Redmond, USC Professor

for wt website MOUTH ROAR

 

By the other I don’t mean another device like the one this guy is wailing at.

I’m talking about another person. This is about being curious and listening louder.

As art forms go, listening is little studied, scarcely taught. It is the opposite of passive.

The Art of Conversation A Guided Tour of a Neglected Pleasure by Catherine Blyth

Recognizing the “other” is not as scary as it first appears. But to recognize and actually listen is easier than you might imagine.

“Look at that,” I said to a woman in a modern coffeehouse in San Diego. Written on the wall was, “A yawn is a scream for coffee.”

“Purple is a striking color on you,” I told someone at a Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf on Ventura Boulevard.

 

Next, I asked a man about his dog.

“What kind of mutt is that?”

No response. I remembered how sensitive people are about their pets.

“I mean mongrel,” I corrected myself. “ Sorry. What kind of mongrel is that?”

“No, that’s okay. He’s a rescue,” came the response, as it usually does.

 

Are you frustrated that sometimes the only conversation you get to overhear in cafes is, “Text me that,” or “I’ll call you with that.”

This patter is what passes for direct communication?  (I know, at least we never hear, “Just fax it over,” anymore.)

And yes, it does save paper. Here’s another paper-saving technique: talk to each other.

 

In these modern times, conversational coffeehouses are everywhere.

Some of the best are:

* Operated by a church, featuring inspirational music and subsistence level pricing.

* University cafeterias, prices low and conversations loud, involving classes, Profs, arguments over New York bagels versus California bagels.

* Bowling alleys, the sound of crashing pins able to block out everyone else so you can stimulate inner conversation with yourself. Or just listen louder.

* Pizza parlors and other places featuring “groaning boards” – long, shareable tables where gentlemen sit sometimes, talking the morning away. (Fine for eating/eavesdropping; see my upcoming menu/memoir, Table For Three? for more on the subject)

Back Pocket Banter (things to know and ask as folk journalists)

What raised your curiosity today?

What’s the last thing you overheard?

What’s your go-to stimulating drink of choice?

We’re sitting in a coffeehouse. What can I learn from you?

Imagine engaging in a “battle of wits.” What happens?

Bonus

Starved for conversation after moving from NYC to LA, I made arrangements to meet up with two like-minded companeros who would pick a different coffeehouse — joints called Insomnia, Highland Grounds, or Open Latte — and set about holding weekly confabs about a current book or movie. For a couple of three hours, this was called “Nick Night,” because my friend Tip considered his friend Nick a special guest promising stimulating intellectual inquiry.

Nick got married, he and Shannon had a daughter and left Los Angeles to raise her right in Portland. Recently I visited him up there, not far from a branch of Powell’s Bookstore on Belmont, in a joint called Dick’s. There we continued where we left off. Sometimes you have to go a long way for good convo with a pal, or as Allen Ginsberg wrote in his 1955 poem “Howl,” someone, “who drove cross country seventy two hours to find out if I had a vision or you had a vision or he had a vision to find out Eternity.” *

* http://www.shmoop.com/howl/

 

Dr. Shana L. Redmond’s book Anthemhttp://nyupress.org/books/9780814770412/

Catherine Blyth’s book: http://www.amazon.com/The-Art-Conversation-Neglected-Pleasure/dp/1592404979

 

Social media seems so easy; the whole point of its pleasure is its sense of casual familiarity. But we need a new art of conversation for the new conversations we are having—and the first rule of that art must be to remember that we are talking to human beings.  Stephen Marche, “The Epidemic of Facelessness” NY Times February 15 2015

 

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Fear of Bad Conversation

Say Whaaa?  Listening to President LBJ turn it up in Austin, TX

 

If one person in a conversation takes the rhetorical levels up to 10 every time, the other person has to rebut at Level 10 and turn monstrous, or retreat into resentful silence. Rhetorical passion, which feels so good, can destroy conversation and mar truth and reconciliation.  David Brooks, NY Times Dec 15 2015

 

Hello again, your neighborhood WalkyTalky here, listening like a folk journalist to people like Lyndon Baines Johnson above, U.S. President 1963-1968; well, that’s a reasonable facsimile thereof standing cardboard lifelike outside the play, “All The Way” by Robert Schenkkan in Austin last spring.

And my biggest fear for the longest time? The fear of having a bad conversation.

My whole body felt bad afterwards, it was like trying to titrate off anti-depressives with my insides going jiggly bzzzzz all over.

Not a good feeling. And during awful chats, are you like me? Do you feel flushed with thoughts flashing through you like, Beam me up please I beg of you, let’s the two of us you and me just wallow off into some other sector goodbye cruel world… 

Right?

I felt like I was the only conversational taking-parter in the world who had ever suffered through one like this. Or ever made mistakes.

“We made too many wrong mistakes,” is a line from the great Yogi Berra I obviously hadn’t learned yet. Now, as you get older you get more relaxed (especially if you remember to quote more Yogisms) and you realize: that’s how intense youth is.

In youth, every line you try is like a pitch in the playoffs – so much seems to be riding on it. When you want to say what’s really on your mind — and why not, what’s the point of conducting a real conversation? — you speak your mind, you go to extremes. You let it all out in a howling howling howl, living like what Tropic of Capricorn* author Henry Miller meant when he wrote: “The main thing in life is not to understand it or mold it or even love it…but to drink of its undying essence. Round and round one goes, always over the same ground, always returning to the dead center: the unacceptable now.”

sketch by Flash Rosenberg
sketch by Flash Rosenberg

Whew.

Enough with the arguing, later in life of course, you learn to keep it in.  (“Sit Down And Shut Up!” was recurring mocking rejoinder on Stephen Capen’s radio shows when I produced him in San Francisco and New York) I’m not saying that’s necessarily a good thing, keeping it in more, because of course the more and more you keep in the more you may eventually collapse from your insides and fall to your knees because of what life has done to you, until only by wailing out in shuddering screams re it all may you wake the rest of you up inside.

But think about it. Everyone is looking for an honest conversation. Why? Because nothing’s more refreshing than that. And if you are honestly open about yourself – “try it, they’ll like it”—you might feel better, too.

Or as Sarah Hepola, personal essay editor at Salon put it in her book* *: “The big arc of all personal essays is it’s all their fault and then I realize it’s all mine.”

So best to fess up Parker!

 

* Henry Miller’s more popular novel is Tropic of Cancer. I like Tropic of Capricorn from 1961, banned in USA for 30 years, which opens with: “Once you’ve given up the ghost, everything follows with dead certainty, even in the midst of chaos.”

http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/250.Tropic_of_Capricorn

* * Hepola’s memoir: http://www.nytimes.com/2015/07/01/books/review-sarah-hepolas-blackout-on-the-darkness-that-took-over-her-life.html

 

Well, while I’m here, I’ll do the work. And what’s the work? To ease the pain of living. Everything else, drunken dumbshow.   Allen Ginsberg

 

 

 

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