Beyond Equivocation: Say What You Mean with Confidence

When I was a sophomore in high school, I had an English teacher I admired greatly. She taught me how to properly structure essays and understand the mechanics of writing. One afternoon, I was called into her classroom to work on an essay she had given a failing grade. I was flummoxed by her judgment in the moment and let her know.

“You have to learn how to do it correctly before you can break the rules of writing. Right now, we are learning the right way.”

A couple of years after I graduated, I went back to visit her. We remembered that moment together, and I thanked her for the discipline she forced me into.

While I’m grateful for that lesson, it isn’t what I remember most.

The treasure I carry from her is this:

“Don’t ever justify yourself in writing. Don’t say ‘I think’ this or ‘I believe’ that. Just say what you mean and move on.”

I’ve written that way ever since.

For me, at fifteen, her advice was revolutionary. Girls are raised to be nice, to soften their language, and to defer to more established voices. Truth is often framed as something to be approved before it can be spoken.

I give this advice to every student who comes to me in the writing center or in class, and I feel a special conviction for it when I’m speaking to young women:

Write the truth. Stand behind it. Don’t justify your own thoughts.

At some point, you learn to recognize the difference between a sentence that is reaching outward and one that already says what you mean, in confidence. You can feel it when it settles, when the words hold their weight and don’t need to be subject to equivocation. That is the place to write from, not as a performance or a plea but as a statement. Something known, something claimed, something set down with the full understanding that you might change your mind tomorrow or next year, but for today, this is exactly what you meant to say.

Aragorn, in Theory

He said he was like Aragorn—

which simplifies things.

At once there is a kingdom,
a lineage,
a future postponed for noble reasons,
and a woman somewhere
patient enough to make it meaningful.

And since patience,
then waiting,
and since waiting,
then interpretation—

small pauses examined like artifacts,
silences catalogued,
every delay entered into evidence
as proof of depth.

No throne required.
No witnesses.
No public act of choosing.

The crown exists in theory,
which is lighter to carry.

Not just the scale, it’s also the convenience—
a man may remain unfinished indefinitely,
provided the story explains him.

A man may divide his life into careful sections,
call it burden,
call it timing,
call it the long road.

The road lengthens nicely
when no one insists on arrival.

And I—
placed somewhere along this route,
not quite a destination,
more like a well-lit clearing—

am asked, without being asked,
to understand.

To recognize greatness in restraint,
to admire the discipline of postponement,
to hold the shape of a future
that keeps adjusting itself.

Meanwhile, in less mythic settings,
kings tend to announce themselves,
love tends to appear in daylight,
and decisions, when they happen,
have dates.

Still—

it is a beautiful story.

The hidden heir.
The necessary delay.
The almost.

So what can one say
about men who borrow epics—

the historians of themselves,
the quiet editors of consequence—

if anything fits,
it is this:

that in the retelling,
with enough weather,
enough distance,
enough carefully chosen words—

even hesitation
can be mistaken

for destiny.

© Jill Szoo Wilson, 2026

Conversation as Negotiation: The Theatre of Lanford Wilson

By Jill Szoo Wilson
Part of an ongoing series, from a director’s standpoint, exploring how actors can approach specific playwrights in rehearsal and performance. Other playwrights in the series include Sam Shepard, Arthur Miller, and Harold Pinter.

Lanford Wilson once observed that people reveal themselves through the way they speak. The claim carries a particular weight within his body of work, where language does not simply communicate thought or feeling, but actively shapes and exposes it. Among American playwrights of the twentieth century, Wilson occupies a distinctive position. His plays move away from compression, from theatrical shorthand, and from any expectation that meaning arrives cleanly or decisively. In Talley’s Folly (1979), Fifth of July (1978), and Burn This (1987), conversation emerges as the central dramatic force, functioning as a vehicle for expression and as a site of emotional negotiation.

This negotiation rarely presents itself directly. Characters avoid fixed positions, allowing their language to shift as they speak. They circle, revise, and advance through story and retreat through hesitation. Language operates within a double movement, offering connection while simultaneously protecting the speaker from it. What is said carries intention. What is withheld carries equal force. Meaning gathers across lines and moments, forming through accumulation. It forms through repetition, variation, and the gradual exposure of what the characters are unable, or unwilling, to state plainly.

Wilson’s dramaturgy depends upon this instability. His characters speak in patterns that resemble ordinary conversation, yet these patterns are structured with remarkable precision. A casual remark returns later with altered significance. A deflection reveals more than a confession. A pause interrupts not to create silence, but to register the presence of competing impulses. In this environment, language becomes a terrain rather than a tool, a space in which relationships are tested, reshaped, and, at times, undone.

The plays examined here trace the range of that negotiation. In Talley’s Folly, conversation operates as a persistent attempt at alignment, where language allows two individuals to move, however cautiously, toward shared understanding. In Fifth of July, the negotiation expands across a community, shaped by memory, history, and the lingering effects of collective experience. In Burn This, the structure begins to fracture, revealing the limits of language itself as emotional pressure exceeds the capacity for containment.

Through close attention to dialogue, structure, and performance, this essay will argue that Wilson constructs a theatrical world in which conversation does not merely reflect emotion, but produces it. The act of speaking becomes inseparable from the act of becoming known. Whether that knowledge leads to connection or rupture remains uncertain. The negotiation continues.

Talley’s Folly: Conversation as Emotional Negotiation

Talley’s Folly is often described as a romantic play. The description holds at the level of plot. A man asks a woman to marry him. She resists. He persists. By the end, she accepts. Yet this summary obscures the actual mechanism of the play, which operates beyond conventional romance or persuasion, unfolding instead as negotiation. Not a formal negotiation with stated terms, but a shifting, unstable exchange in which language functions as both offering and defense.

Matt Friedman does not simply declare his love. He talks. He narrates. He constructs a version of himself in real time, testing how much of it Sally Talley will accept. Early in the play, he insists, “I’m not asking you to do anything you don’t want to do,” a statement that presents itself as generosity while quietly applying pressure. The line performs two functions at once. It reassures. It also frames the interaction in such a way that refusal becomes increasingly difficult to maintain. Matt’s language consistently operates within this double register. Every story he tells carries the shape of an argument.

Sally, for her part, counters through delay and redirection rather than direct refusal. She delays. She redirects. Her resistance is embedded in her rhythm rather than in her content. When Matt presses forward, she often responds with questions or with fragments of thought that never fully resolve. At one point, when he attempts to fix the future in place, she turns to the past, invoking family, expectation, and the weight of belonging. Her strategy is not to defeat his argument, but to destabilize it. She shifts the ground on which the conversation stands.

What emerges is a pattern of advance and retreat. Matt moves forward through narrative. Sally resists through hesitation. Each line alters the balance of the exchange. This dialogue functions as a maneuver, with expression embedded inside its movement.

Wilson intensifies this negotiation through repetition. Matt returns to the same ideas, the same assurances, the same imagined future. Each return carries a slight variation. The differences matter. They reveal adjustment. He is listening, but he is also recalibrating, reshaping his language in response to Sally’s resistance. The audience witnesses not a fixed argument, but an evolving one. Meaning develops across lines, shaped by repetition and variation.

The boathouse itself participates in this negotiation. It stands outside the immediate structures of Sally’s life, removed from family, from town, from expectation. Matt frames it as a space of possibility, a place where new terms can be written. Sally experiences it differently. For her, it is not entirely separate from the past. It carries memory, history, and the lingering presence of what has already been decided for her. The space does not resolve their conflict. It holds it.

By the time Sally agrees to marry Matt, the moment resists easy classification as victory or surrender. The language that precedes it has done too much work for the decision to feel simple. What has been negotiated is not only the question of marriage, but the terms under which both characters understand themselves. Matt has not merely convinced Sally. He has exposed himself through the act of persuasion. Sally has not simply yielded. She has redefined the conditions under which she can say yes.

Wilson’s achievement lies in his refusal to separate emotion from language. The feeling does not precede the speech. It is produced through it. Conversation, in this play, is not a vehicle for emotional expression. It is the site where emotion is formed, tested, resisted, and ultimately transformed.

Fifth of July: Negotiation Across Memory and Community

If Talley’s Folly confines emotional negotiation to the charged space between two individuals, Fifth of July disperses that negotiation across a community shaped as much by memory as by presence. The play resists a singular line of action. No central argument organizes the scene in a traditional sense. Instead, a series of conversations unfolds among characters whose relationships are already in motion long before the audience arrives. What emerges is a field of competing negotiations rather than a unified exchange, each one informed by a different understanding of what has been and what remains possible.

Set in rural Missouri in the aftermath of the Vietnam War, the play situates its characters within a landscape marked by both intimacy and dislocation. The farmhouse functions as a point of return, yet what is being returned to is unstable. The past does not present itself as fixed or shared. It appears in fragments, often reframed in the act of recollection. Characters speak as though they are referring to the same history, yet the details shift. Emphasis changes. What one character treats as foundational, another treats as incidental. Memory itself becomes a site of negotiation.

Ken Talley, at the center of the play, embodies this instability. Having lost his legs in the war, he occupies a position that is both central and dislocated. His physical condition is visible, undeniable, yet its meaning remains contested. He resists being defined by it, even as others continually return to it, whether through direct reference or through the careful avoidance of it. In one exchange, when Ken deflects attention from his injury with humor, the laughter does not resolve the tension. It redistributes it. The moment lands unevenly across the group, revealing not shared understanding, but differing thresholds for discomfort. The conversation continues, altered but not settled.

Gwen’s presence intensifies this dynamic. As a successful songwriter returning from a different world, she brings with her an external perspective that both disrupts and clarifies the existing relationships. She recalls the past with a confidence that borders on revision. When she speaks of earlier years, her language carries the authority of narrative, as though the story has already been shaped into something complete. Yet others resist this framing, not always directly, but through hesitation, through correction, through the insertion of competing details. The past does not hold.

Wilson structures these interactions without privileging a single version of events. Dialogue overlaps. Conversations begin before others have concluded. Meaning circulates rather than resolves. A line spoken in one exchange finds its echo in another, altered by context and speaker. The audience is required to track these shifts, to recognize that no statement stands alone. Each one enters into a larger negotiation that extends beyond the immediate moment.

This is particularly evident in discussions of the future. Ken considers selling the house. The idea surfaces, recedes, returns with different implications depending on who engages it. For some, the house represents continuity. For others, it represents stasis. The decision cannot be reduced to a practical choice. It is bound to identity, to belonging, to the question of whether the past can be carried forward or must be relinquished. The conversation does not move toward a clear resolution. It reveals the impossibility of a single answer that satisfies all involved.

In this way, Fifth of July expands Wilson’s exploration of conversation as negotiation by introducing multiplicity. The exchange is no longer between two positions that may, however tentatively, move toward alignment. It becomes a network of perspectives that intersect, diverge, and occasionally collide. Language does not stabilize these relationships. It exposes their instability.

What remains consistent is Wilson’s commitment to process. The play does not offer a final accounting of the past or a definitive path forward. It allows the negotiations to continue, unfinished. Characters speak, revise, reconsider. The act of conversation becomes the only available means of engagement, even as it proves insufficient to produce lasting agreement.

In this sense, the community itself becomes the site of negotiation. Not as a unified body, but as a collection of individuals whose connections persist despite the absence of consensus. The drama lies not in resolution, but in the sustained effort to remain in conversation at all.

Burn This: When Negotiation Breaks Down

If Talley’s Folly stages conversation as a careful and persistent negotiation, Burn This reveals what happens when that negotiation begins to fracture. The play opens within a recognizable emotional register. Anna and Burton speak in controlled, measured language, their exchanges shaped by intellect, restraint, and a shared understanding of artistic life. Even in grief, there is form. Even in discomfort, there is distance.

Pale’s arrival disrupts that structure almost immediately.

He does not enter the play as a participant in its existing language. He enters as a force that refuses it. His speech is excessive, repetitive, often incoherent, driven less by intention than by impulse. He interrupts, revises himself mid-sentence, returns to the same image or grievance without resolution. At one point, he fixates on the details of his brother’s death, circling them with a kind of obsessive urgency that resists containment. The language does not move forward. It accumulates pressure.

This is where Wilson’s conception of conversation shifts. The exchange is no longer a negotiation between relatively stable positions. It becomes an encounter between fundamentally different relationships to language itself. Burton maintains control through precision. Anna maintains control through restraint. Pale dismantles control through excess.

Yet his volatility is not without purpose. It exposes something the more measured characters are able to avoid.

Anna, in particular, is forced into a new mode of engagement. Her initial responses to Pale are shaped by distance. She corrects him. She contains him. She attempts to reassert the boundaries of the conversation. These strategies begin to fail. Pale does not respond to structure. He overwhelms it. His language demands a different kind of attention, one that cannot rely on refinement or deflection.

When Anna begins to shift, the shift is not marked by a sudden declaration, but by a change in her responsiveness. She allows interruption. She permits disorder. The conversation loses its clean edges. What emerges is not clarity, but exposure.

Wilson places this shift at the center of the play’s emotional movement. The relationship between Anna and Pale does not develop through mutual understanding in any conventional sense. It develops through the erosion of control. Language ceases to function as a stable medium of negotiation. It becomes unstable, unpredictable, charged with competing impulses that cannot be easily reconciled.

There are moments when Pale’s speech appears almost unintelligible, yet the emotional force remains unmistakable. He says more than he can organize. He reveals more than he intends. His repetitions function less as emphasis than as compulsion, an inability to leave an idea alone once it has surfaced. In this way, Wilson aligns language with psychological pressure. The breakdown of structure becomes the expression.

Burton’s presence sharpens this contrast. His language remains intact. He continues to operate within a framework of coherence and control. Yet as the play progresses, that control begins to read differently. What initially appears as stability begins to feel like distance. His refusal to enter the same emotional register as Pale and, eventually, Anna, marks not strength, but limitation. He cannot participate in the altered terms of the exchange.

The negotiation, then, does not disappear. It transforms.

In Talley’s Folly, language allows two people to move, however cautiously, toward alignment. In Burn This, language exposes the impossibility of such alignment under certain conditions. The characters do not arrive at a shared understanding. They arrive at an encounter with the limits of their own expressive capacities.

Wilson does not resolve this tension. He leaves it active, unresolved, and deeply human. Conversation, in this context, becomes a site not only of negotiation, but of failure. Not failure as collapse, but as revelation. The inability to fully articulate, to fully contain, to fully reconcile becomes the very condition through which the characters are known.

What remains is not clarity, but recognition.

Acting Wilson: Presence and the Ethics of Listening

To perform Wilson requires a particular kind of discipline, one that moves against the actor’s instinct to clarify, to shape, to arrive too quickly at meaning. His plays reward performances that remain open to discovery rather than those that anticipate conclusions. They demand a sustained engagement with uncertainty. The actor must remain inside the unfolding moment, allowing language to emerge as a response rather than a delivery.

Listening becomes the central task. Active, responsive awareness replaces passive listening and the polite stillness that often passes for attention on stage. Each line must land, register, and alter the next impulse. In Wilson’s work, dialogue functions as a living exchange, shaped by interruption, hesitation, and the constant recalibration of relationships. The actor who listens fully will find that the text begins to organize itself.

This is where the alignment with Sanford Meisner becomes particularly clear.

Meisner’s foundational principle, that acting is “living truthfully under imaginary circumstances,” finds a natural home in Wilson’s dramaturgy. More specifically, Meisner’s emphasis on the reality of doing and the moment-to-moment responsiveness between actors offers a precise methodology for navigating Wilson’s language. The repetition exercises, often understood as mechanical, train the actor to attend closely to behavioral shifts in their partner. A slight change in tone, a hesitation, a shift in physical focus becomes the basis for response. This heightened sensitivity mirrors the demands of Wilson’s text, where meaning often emerges through reception, resistance, and reinterpretation in real time.

Consider the way Wilson’s characters circle their emotional truths. They rarely state what they mean directly. Instead, they approach it through story, deflection, humor, or contradiction. An actor trained in a more declarative tradition may feel the impulse to “underline” the meaning, guiding the audience toward an emotional destination. A Meisner-based approach works in another direction. It keeps the actor responsive rather than illustrative. Meaning emerges through interaction.

Timing, in this context, becomes inseparable from listening. Interruptions must arise from genuine impulse, shaped by the moment itself. A pause becomes the visible trace of thought, the moment in which the actor processes, adjusts, and chooses. When grounded in real listening, these pauses carry the weight of cognition and emotion. When manufactured, they collapse into artifice.

Wilson’s plays expose this difference with particular clarity. Because the language appears naturalistic, any false note becomes immediately visible. A line delivered without being shaped by the preceding moment will register as hollow. Conversely, a simple phrase, when shaped by genuine response, can carry extraordinary resonance.

There is also an ethical dimension to this kind of listening. To listen fully on stage is to relinquish a degree of control. It requires the actor to prioritize the shared reality of the scene over individual performance. In Wilson’s ensemble-driven work, this becomes essential. No single character holds the center for long. Attention shifts. Energy redistributes. The actor must remain attuned to these shifts, allowing the scene to breathe as a collective construction rather than a series of isolated turns.

This is particularly evident in plays such as Fifth of July, where multiple conversations intersect and overlap. The actor works within a larger field of interaction, responding to direct lines, to the atmosphere of the space, to the rhythms of other bodies, and to subtle changes in focus across the stage.

In this sense, performing Wilson becomes an exercise in presence. Presence as availability rather than projection. The actor must be available to be changed by what is happening, moment by moment. This aligns with Meisner’s insistence that the actor’s attention remain outward, rooted in the partner and the circumstances, rather than inward in self-monitoring or result-oriented thinking.

The challenge, and the reward, lies in restraint. Wilson asks the actor to experience emotion within the given circumstances and to allow it to shape behavior organically. The smallest shift, when fully lived, becomes legible. A glance, a hesitation, a change in posture can carry more weight than a heightened display.

In this way, the actor’s task becomes one of revelation through attention. The relationships do the work. The language, when listened to, begins to open. What emerges is a form of performance that feels both immediate and deeply observed, grounded in the reality of human interaction rather than in theatrical effect.

Wilson’s plays, when approached in this manner, become a rigorous training ground. They demand precision without rigidity, responsiveness without chaos, and above all, a sustained commitment to the act of listening.

Conclusion

Across these plays, conversation shapes the movement of the drama. It brings characters into contact with one another and with themselves. Each exchange carries consequence, whether it leads toward alignment, tension, or fracture.

In Talley’s Folly, language moves two people through hesitation toward a shared decision. In Fifth of July, conversation holds a community together even as memory pulls it in different directions. In Burn This, language strains under emotional pressure and begins to lose its organizing force.

Taken together, these plays show how meaning develops through interaction over time. What is said, how it is said, and when it is said all contribute to what the characters come to understand.

Wilson builds his theatre inside that process. The plays remain with the conversation as it unfolds, allowing their effects to shape the outcome.

On Writing, Voice, and Iris Lennox

In January 2023, I made a New Year’s resolution to write more poetry. For once, I actually followed through. I wrote quite a bit that year, but most of it was just okay.

What I started to notice was that all of it sounded like me, but not in that beautifully cohesive way where you can tell a piece is by Emily Dickinson or Wisława Szymborska. There was something a little circular about it.

So the following year, I started taking poetry classes and workshops with real, working poets.

I’m not sure if I’ve gotten better, but I do know this: listening to other students’ and poets’ work in the room changed everything.

I started thinking thoughts I hadn’t thought before and feeling things I didn’t expect to feel again. Just from listening to people write about ordinary moments. The kind that light you up, or break your heart, or make you want to live, but on fire.

Life is so rich and dynamic, and also boring and mundane. And you can write about all of it.

So, I created a pen name: Iris Lennox.

This summer, I’ll be publishing a book of poetry under that name. It felt like the right time to start sharing some of that work and to give that voice a little more room to grow.

I also created a website for it:

irislennox.com

I’ll be sharing poems and short pieces there as I continue developing this side of my writing.

❤️,
Jill

Whisper the Passing Time

Memory sifted through their hands

Like water

Or like sand—

The kind of sand that lays flat

On desert ground

And all around the blistered feet

Of those who stand and watch the sun

With faces red

And cracking under heat

Filtered through dust—

Or like water.


Like water

In trickles

Between fingers pruning with excess

Trying to keep it there

Sickeningly aware

Of the weakness in the spaces

Between their fingers

And their hands—

Their memories fell right through

Splashed around their ankles

In a shallow pool

Reflecting upward

Not what was held

But what remained.


Recollections darkened

Not gone—

But changed

Into purples and blues

Certain as midnight

Uncertain as morning.

The light from those days

Did not disappear

It bent

Casting shadows

From the figures they had formed

In the mind—

Standing still

Even as everything else moved.


Not that they lied,

They simply could not see

That the laughter of then

Would return differently

That what once rang out

Clear and effortless

Would come back softened

Carrying weight

They had not yet learned to name.


They heard the voices

Of those they knew

From long ago days

When laughter was simple

Easy as something rolling

Downward

Without resistance—

Smooth in the hand

Bright in the light

Held up and turned

Until color revealed itself

And then slipped away again.


Recollections continued

Not fixed

Not held—

But moving

Across the surface of them

As water does

As sand does

Shifting

Settling

Lifting

And falling

Without asking permission.


Their memories were old

But inside them

Something remained

Not unchanged—

But present.

A trace

A tone

A warmth

That did not belong

Only to the past

But to the shape

Of what they had become.


Memory sifted through their hands

And still

Something stayed—

Not in the grasp

But in the holding

They could no longer see.


Recollections whispered

The passing time—

Not hurried

Not still—

Simple as a falling grain

Intricate as the path it takes.


© Jill Szoo Wilson, 2026

Poem: Until It’s Time

The branch has lowered itself
just enough
to suggest an invitation.

Not to take—
only to come closer.

A cluster of blossoms gathers here,
pink in several decisions,
each petal folded inward
where light reaches
and shadow remains
until
it’s time.

They hold more air than expected.

When the breeze passes through,
the movement is slight—
not a flutter,
not quite a sway—
something closer to breath
distributed among them.

The scent does not arrive all at once.

It holds.

A faint sweetness
moves in and out of notice,
never settling long enough
to be claimed.

It resembles something remembered
without the obligation to be exact.

The bark chooses not to participate.

It’s rough
where the blossoms are not.
A hand, placed there briefly,
would feel the distinction immediately.

Somewhere beyond the frame,
grass yields under passing steps—
a quiet compression,
then release.

Water watches,
with continuity,
a low, steady movement
that declines the possibility
of becoming the subject—
ever the supporting role.

The blossoms remain.

Close enough to touch.
Close enough to confirm
what they appear to promise—

a softness that would not resist
the certainty of fingers.

The distance holds.

The air carries a trace of green—
pale and timid,
warm and cool—
tumbling against itself
waiting to affirm a victor.

Summer already knows who will win.

For now,
the air passes through the mouth unnoticed
halfway inhale
halfway exhale.

Then it is gone again.

The branch lifts slightly
or the body does—
it’s difficult to say which.

The blossoms return
to their position among many,
indistinguishable at a glance.

Still—

for a moment,
they held the conscious weight
of examination.

And in that moment,
briefly,
blushed at their own beauty.

© Jill Szoo Wilson, 2026

Poem: A Modest Proposal for the Internet Age

There is a version of you
already walking around out there.

She has good lighting.
He is a series of clean paragraphs.
They speak in sentences that arrive
fully dressed.

No one interrupts them.
No one misquotes them.
No one catches the moment
before the thought lands.

They do not hesitate.
They do not circle back.
They do not say,
“Wait, that’s not what I meant.”

This version of you
does not exist in your kitchen
or your car
or the quiet ten minutes
before sleep.

Still, she is convincing.

She has been liked.
Shared.
Saved for later
by people who will not remember
where they found her.

Meanwhile,

you forget what you were saying
mid-sentence.
You start projects you never return to.
You carry conversations in your body
long after they’ve ended.

You revise yourself
in the shower.
You win arguments
three days late.

There is no algorithm for that.

No one clicks
on the unfinished version.
No one bookmarks
the moment you changed your mind
and did not announce it.

And yet,

this is the only place
anything real has ever happened.

Not in the caption,
but in the pause before it.
Not in the post,
but in the hour you spent
deciding whether to speak at all.

The Internet will continue
to assemble you
from fragments.

A sentence here.
A photograph there.
A tone someone will misunderstand
and carry with them
as if it were complete.

You will be summarized
by people who have never
heard your voice in a room.

You will be known
in ways that are technically accurate
and entirely untrue.

This is not a problem
to be solved.

It is a condition.

So—

wash your cup.
answer the email you’ve been avoiding.
tell the truth
in the next small conversation
that asks it of you.

Let your life become
slightly more aligned
with the person
who appears so effortlessly
on a screen.

Not perfectly.
Not all at once.

Just enough
that if someone were to meet you
without context,
without history,
without the archive—

they would recognize you.

And if they didn’t,
you would not feel the need
to explain.

Now,

go and become the person
you want the Internet to think you are.

© Jill Szoo Wilson, 2026

Iris Lennox

This one did not arrive gently.

The edges remember something—
a pressure,
a folding back,
as if each petal had to argue
for its place in the light.

Nothing about it is smooth.

The ruffles hold.
The color deepens where it was once hidden.
Even the softness has weight to it.

You could say it opened.

But that would miss
what it endured to become open.

There are days
the sky lowers itself without warning,
and everything living is asked
to stay.

No explanation is offered.
No promise of outcome.
Just weather.

Still, something in the root
keeps drawing what it can.

Still, something in the stem
lifts what it has been given.

And when it is finally visible—
the pale, steady unfolding—
no one sees the storms.

Only the shape they left behind.

Only the quiet fact
that it did not close again.

Only the way it stands
as if the breaking of it
was never the end.

@Jill Szoo Wilson, 2026

Free Speech and the Right to Think

By Jill Szoo Wilson

At least once a semester in communication class, I bring up the name of a famous actor or actress from the 1990s, and the students have no idea who I’m talking about. I register my surprise, make a big deal about how they don’t know anything about the world, and then show them a clip from a movie featuring said actor or actress.

This is boots meeting the ground in education.

Last semester, the name that eluded them was Meg Ryan. Fortunately, when I showed them a scene from When Harry Met Sally, two of the students recognized her. It is also important to note that most of them had not seen the movie, and when one of them asked who the short guy in the scene was, I had a second reason to faint in despair.

Let us pause in remembrance of decades past.

Moments like this have become familiar. Each year introduces a slightly different horizon of reference, and a shifting boundary between what is assumed knowledge and what has already passed out of view.

Most of the time, these gaps remain at the level of shared culture. A film, a music reference, or a name that no longer carries immediate recognition. The loss is noticeable, though in all honesty, it rarely feels truly consequential.

This week, the gap carried a different kind of weight.

I mentioned the name Jordan Peterson, and again, the room was silent. No recognition. No point of entry.

To close the gap, I had to do more than show a clip.

Peterson’s work engages questions about the conditions of thought itself, particularly the role of language in shaping what can be known, examined, and understood. Across lectures, interviews, and public debates, he has returned repeatedly to a claim that carries significant implications for how human beings think and speak. People do not first arrive at a fully formed thought and then express it. Instead, we speak in order to find out what we think, and in doing so, begin to understand what we are actually trying to say.

Using this framework, speech is not only a means of delivering a finished idea. It becomes the place where the idea is formed. Most people are not walking around with fully developed positions waiting to be expressed, although social media can create that impression. Most honest people are working their ideas out as they go. They try something in language, hear it, adjust it, run into a contradiction they did not expect, and sometimes arrive somewhere they did not plan to go at all. Peterson himself often spoke this way in lectures, beginning with a premise and working through it in real time. That is a brave act to perform in front of a thousand people on some random Tuesday.

Peterson’s claim situates speech within a longer intellectual tradition. Lev Vygotsky described thought as developing through social interaction, with language serving as the primary tool through which internal reasoning takes shape. Ludwig Wittgenstein located meaning within use, suggesting that the limits of language and the limits of thought remain closely intertwined. Within this framework, speech operates as one of the conditions through which thinking becomes possible.

When considered in this light, the question of free speech acquires a different kind of weight. The issue extends beyond the circulation of opinions or the management of public discourse. It reaches into the conditions that allow thought itself to emerge.

In the classroom, this becomes visible in small, subtle ways. A student hesitates before raising her hand because she’s not sure how something will land. A comment is softened, or abandoned altogether, because it might be taken the wrong way. A question goes unasked because it feels easier to stay quiet than to risk being misunderstood. None of these moments appear particularly dramatic, though each one narrows the space in which thought can be worked out in real time. It removes the moment where a person hears themselves clearly enough to recognize that something does not hold… or that it does.

Whatever thoughts are constrained in the room do not disappear. The student conceals them and at times carries them elsewhere to test in a more sympathetic environment, where agreement is more likely.

When speech does not disappear but simply moves out of view, it changes shape. Without response or resistance from the real-life community, ideas tend to harden. What might have been clarified in the open becomes more certain in private. For example, a student writes something in a discussion board they know will not be challenged, and it stays exactly as it is. The same idea, spoken out loud in a room, would have met a question, a pause, a raised eyebrow, something to press against. Without that, it holds.

Some amount of friction is part of how thinking happens. It gives ideas something to meet, something that reveals both their limits and their strength.

To think with any depth means holding two competing ideas at once without reducing either one into something easier to dismiss. Something that can stand on its own. It means articulating a position you do not agree with well enough that someone who does would recognize it. It means resisting the urge to resolve the tension too early. That kind of thinking is slower. It asks for precision. It asks for attention. And it asks for restraint, the willingness to let both ideas remain intact long enough to actually see them.

That work depends on language. It depends on the ability to say something before it is complete, to hear it, and to revise it.

What takes place in a classroom extends into the wider structure of public life. The same dynamics appear at a larger scale, where the pressures shaping speech influence the development of thought across entire communities. When speech narrows, whether through formal restriction or informal pressure, the range of what can be articulated begins to contract. Thought continues, though along more limited paths. Some ideas remain unspoken. Others circulate without meaningful challenge. Over time, this reshaping of discourse influences what can be examined, questioned, and understood.

Peterson’s insistence on the role of speech in thought formation places him within this broader conversation. His position has generated controversy in part because it resists attempts to separate language from its cognitive and social functions. To speak carries risk. It opens a person to misunderstanding, critique, and revision, and places a developing thought into contact with other minds. That contact is where refinement becomes possible.

The stakes of this position become clearer when viewed through the environments in which thinking occurs. A classroom, a conversation, or a public forum. Each serves as a site in which language mediates the development of ideas. The freedom to speak within these spaces does not guarantee clarity or truth. It establishes the conditions under which both can be pursued.

What began as a question about who students recognize in a classroom unfolded into a larger inquiry about how knowledge is formed. Cultural memory shifts. Names recede. New figures emerge. Beneath these changes, the underlying process remains consistent. Thought develops through articulation, through response, and through the sustained interaction between language and understanding.

Within that process, speech holds a central place. It allows a person to hear what they are saying closely enough to recognize where it holds and where it begins to shift.

In the end, the question of free speech returns to something simple. It has to do with whether there is still room to say something before it is finished, and to let it change in the presence of other people.

Selected Writing by Jill Szoo Wilson

I’ve been asked to create a Where to Begin page for my poetry. Good idea!

Here are the top 10 poems by Jill Szoo Wilson based on website views over the years, public response at poetry readings, and generous feedback from readers like you.

  1. Moonlight We
  2. She Spoke of Love
  3. Love and Alive
  4. Un/Forgiven
  5. Lighthouse Hero
  6. God of the Street
  7. Algorithms of Fathers and Sons (And Daughters, Too)
  8. Unzipped
  9. Drenched
  10. Opposite Sides of the Wall

You can also find me on Substack under Jill Szoo Wilson and Necessary Whispers.
I tend to share newer poems and unpolished thoughts over there.

Stay curious,
Jill Szoo Wilson