Disability and Thistle Soup

Disability, understood as a social construct, must stand for resistance to custom much as a thistle represents soup in hard times. One thinks of disability soup as the unlikely but affecting disparity within divergence. In turn social construction is tenuous, febrile, a poor product of imagination. (For years, teaching creative writing, I’ve reminded students imagination is not wholly good as it’s wildly inattentive to reality and committed to paranoia. I think of “normalcy” as construct in much the same way. All the disabled must.)

Thistle and soup. (Moose and squirrel.)

Thistle: custom’s weed. Grows anywhere. Makes a good soup in times of famine.

Resistance: custom’s weed. Grows anywhere. Makes a focused alternative to normalcy’s paranoid fantasies—the worm inside the thistle if you will.

Do you see I’m having fun?

Disability soup: with or without the worm?

I’ll have mine with the worm. Extra protein.

Will this be a good day? Disparity within divergence. Resisting normalcy, foregoing it’s food.

Yes. Having some fun.

Have some thistle soup.

No one uses spoons.

A medicine dropper is best.

You don’t need much.

Henry Ward Beecher once said: “To array a man’s will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.”

Just a little thistle soup.

Gives a cripple the strength to get up and do her true divergence.