Resisting Dread

I hate to sound like the old New Yorker, but a friend writes to say, dolefully, Trumpism has robbed her of joy. “I simply feel dread, all the time,” she says. As she’s a tough cookie, my friend, her admission is telling.

Dread is one of the features of life under fascism. The prospect of doom occupies our imaginations, it’s how big “F” and small “f” strongmen keep us in line. It’s hardly an original thought. But joy can be destroyed by fear and this I cannot give them—nor should you.

Oh I’m fearful alright. Plenty. But I’ll be damned if Steve Bannon will steal my iridescent, moon-glow, Wallace Stevens nightgowns.

A game I play, more often than I should admit, is a dramatic transference for which there may be a name but I’ve never found one. Perhaps there’s something in German. In short, I employ the characters of Shakespeare and Moliere as standard bearers for people I meet and especially for  public figures. The literary term for this is “comparison” but what I’m describing is better than that—“kayfab” is what they call it in professional wrestling, where everyone, both wrestlers and fans collectively pretend a false drama is real. Essentially I live and have always lived since my late teens in Tartuffe and The Taming of the Shrew and at this stage of life there’s no help for it. This is comedy as it’s lived but not necessarily admired. Moliere:

The comic is the outward and visible form that nature’s bounty has attached to everything unreasonable, so that we should see, and avoid, it. To know the comic we must know the rational, of which it denotes the absence and we must see wherein the rational consists . . . incongruity is the heart of the comic . . . it follows that all lying, disguise, cheating, dissimulation, all outward show different from the reality, all contradiction in fact between actions that proceed from a single source, all this is in essence comic.

Both Moliere and Shakespeare grew up watching morality plays, fables whose stock characters were invariably named God, Death, Everyman, Good-Deeds, Angel, Knowledge, Beauty, Discretion, and Strength. Because they lived during the first flowering of public literacy they understood the indispensable healthiness of word flipping. Talk about nature’s bounty! Words were no longer merely to be received and absorbed. Can you imagine the joy of a 17th century adolescent forced to watch Everyman or The Second Shepherd’s Play, as he substituted Satan, Life, Neighbor, Sin, Second Rate Demons, Ignorance, Ugliness, Gossip, and Basic Human Weakness for the stock characters of religious drama? Of course you can. Almost no one who’s lived through a high school production of The Man of La Mancha has not done this.

Comic irony is when you recognize the impostors beyond their appearances on stage. The characters in Tartuffe are at every holiday party. They creep through the workplace. Confidence men, hypocrites, exceptionally vain head cases, the credulous, and all who make their living feigning virtue. Ah, nature’s bounty indeed!

By living Moliere I reside in kayfab—I know the world may be better or worse than this adoption, but I can bear my illusions for not to live in Tartuffe would be, at least for me, unsupportable. Comedic representation is healthier than plodding credulity and more philosophical since incongruity is the mainspring for understanding the irrational. If you’re following me, you’ll say my proscenium of custom if it’s all Moliere, all Shakespeare, all the time, is a matter that must by necessity make me unreasonable. I prefer this to any conversation with the human resources crowd or political canvasers or god help me, professors at a conference. I’d gladly sip the milk of custom and spit it in a potted plant than talk to Orgon or Tartuffe. Contradiction isn’t a customary beverage. It’s milk and iodine and it’s healthier for you than any drink Madame Pernelle will offer.

Shakespeare was the first comic writer to dramatize reverse psychology as Petruchio, a wandering nobleman, undertakes the wooing of Kate who’s notoriously short tempered and cruel:

“Say she rail; why, I’ll tell her plain

She sings as sweetly as a nightingale.

Say that she frown; I’ll say she looks as clear

As morning roses newly wash’d with dew.

Say she be mute and will not speak a word;

Then I’ll commend her volubility,

and say she uttereth piercing eloquence.”

We are the ones invited to say she rail; we’re instructed to become as devious as Petruchio. Taken into his confidence we’re delighted by his promissory book of lies.

That’s comedy. Not as a vehicle for pratfalls or put downs, but discernment where the irrational is concerned.

I am in mind of Donald Trump as Tartuffe as he brags about his religious ardor; talks up his virtues; steadfast in his desire to win, needing to win because he has no inner life. And Orgon, who represents our soggy press corps, infatuated, until he can’t see what’s in front of him. And then, like Petruchio, who plans on subduing angry Kate with persistent, counter-intuitive lies, our press corps tells us how Trump-tuffe is wash’d with dew, clear, eloquent.

You see how it is. Perhaps it is thus with you?


Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

One thought on “Resisting Dread”

  1. Yes, it is thus with me, for how could it not be? And so I try to blunt my despondency with Randy Rainbow videos:

    Of course, these videos of RR only alienate the people who need to be convinced what a mistake it is to follow Trump down his slimey road to ruin — but these folks most probably will never budge anyway — way too far gone into their own little worlds that they will forever be trying to impose on all others. And, yes, these same people have now got a strangle-hold on the administrative, legislative and soon judicial branches of government – the FBI, CIA and DOJ are willingly at their beck and call. Watergate was nothing.

    What could please me more than Randy Rainbow? Only someone who could actually un-do this illegitimate president – not impeach, but prove what seems so very obvious – that this person did not come to the office by legitimate means… and then make amends to address this abominable wrong. While this someone is at it, fix the blatant gerrymandering, put systems into place so people always have the information to know sources of news when they are presented with news. Do something!


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