The poet Rilke wrote: I want to be with those who know secret things/Or else alone.
We are, in all ages, hoping for a thing we call “the inner life” which I take to mean “interior hopes and imaginings”.
The history of human kind is very short and despite that fact we have already forgotten the need to gather together and give voice to “the imaginings”–a matter that puts each one of us in danger of finding no replenishment for the soul.
Conventional religious worship doesn’t count because it rarely allows for expressions of personal feelings. We often go into a church and come away feeling as if we’ve been lectured to.
The inner life won’t be satisfied because the local minister trotted out a folk singer who played Bob Dylan’s “Blowin’ in the Wind”. It can’t be satisfied by a reading from Corinthians.
I want to be with those who know secrets…
In “The Marriage of Heaven and Hell” William Blake wrote:
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would
appear to man as it is, infinite.
For man has closed himself up, til he sees all things thro’
narrow chinks of his cavern.
Let us suppose the person with a disability “cannot” close himself up. Let’s further suppose that the body of a disabled person can’t “afford” the “narrow chinks” as Blake describes them.
From a disability perspective we could say that the man who has closed himself up is the able-bodied man–the one who can easily ignore his body.
Another way to say this is that the person with a disability has to return, minute by minute to his or her body–and this is not the body as “cavern” but instead, ironically, the body as the cleansed doors of perception. The broken body “is” perception itself.
Carl Jung once wrote: “To be “normal” is the ideal aim for the unsuccessful, for all those who are still below the general level of adaptation.”
People with disabilities are adaptation itself.
Adaptation is reinvention. Reinvention is resurrection. The plots of mythologies are made from these delicate principles. Penelope, depressed and working the loom…
Adaptation is also driven by necessity. A problem. The way forward is blocked. The old metaphors won’t work. Systematic forms are no good. The last sentient citizens discover these things when their culture is finally dead.
As Norman O. Brown once said: “Real life is life after death, or resurrection.”
People with disabilities “are” the resurrection.
Problem solving; writing poems after having a stroke (William Carlos Williams); problem solving; painting alone (Frida Kahlo); problem solving; writing and traveling with MS (Nancy Mairs); problem solving; Willy Conley writing deaf plays; problem solving; Kenny Fries climbing a cliff in the Galapagos islands with his orthopedic, hand made shoes; problem solving; D.J. Savarese writing poetry of autism–purely metaphorical neuro-atypical brain dancing; problem solving; Judith Smith dancing in her wheelchair; problem solving; Georgina Kleege reinventing Helen Keller while walking alone with her white cane; problem solving; Laurie Clemens Lambeth revising her spine on the written page; everything for its existence requires its own opposite–the soul is light, the body heavy. O the heavy body teaches us the steps to real life. And then we are “in it”. Soul clap your hands.
Disability teaches what happens to the human race archetypally. Disability as metaphor (created by able bodied and pejorative symbolists) is invariably wrong.
The archetype is movement. There are no privileged dance steps, sights, thoughts, songs or gatherings…
Iowa City, Iowa
July 29, 2009