Boisterous Inquiry

There is a quiet joy in being willing to look foolish. Not the performative kind, and not the nervous self-deprecation that tries to soften every statement in advance. But the courageous exuberance of stepping forward without armor. Of asking a question before you are certain it is clever. Of beginning openly, in the presence of others.

This is a space for that kind of curiosity.

Knowledge is not something to be hoarded or defended. It is something to be shared, tasted, and turned over in the hands. Expertise in one place does not excuse us from wonder elsewhere. If anything, it obliges us to remain gentle, to become new again, and to learn without anxiety about our standing.

The most alive conversations happen when people consent to smallness. When they wander into unfamiliar rooms with kindness, ask obvious questions without embarrassment, and allow delight to outrun reputation. This is what we hope to practice here.

The alternative is respectability: polished certainty, staying where one already knows how to stand. It is safe. It is tidy. And it risks very little, because looking back and cringing is the sign that you once dared to try, and perhaps learned something along the way.

Here, we choose something else.

This is a place for boisterous inquiry: for learning pursued with warmth, humility, and joy. For thinking out loud. For being wrong in public and welcoming correction that is clear, well argued, and spoken face-to-face rather than conveyed through murmurs or side-eyes. For delighting in cleverness that is put to use rather than put on display. For celebrating performance as play and pleasure, not as guile. For being endearing, rather than merely impressive.

What you'll find here: essays, notes, film readings, translations, and whatever else I happen to be working through.

Welcome.