And then there was light. I mean…that isn’t to say that things were particularly dark in the interim. Kind of a dissonance to leave dangling unresolved. There were just other things that drew me away from the practice of posting something on a regular basis.
Chatham Review liked a piece of fiction, well enough to print anyway, that is my latest publish. I moved from the flagship prison in our system to a medium-security sprawl. I have been fortunate to have been in policy conversation with our new administration… progressive ideas seem to insist on taking hold. There are reasons and persons about which to be optimistic.
Then there are the real reasons for coming back around to the habit of writing in this medium. My person shared with me this Martha Graham quote:
There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep yourself open and aware to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. … No artist is pleased. [There is] no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others
Three compelling revelations as a result of that read.
1) “queer divine dissatisfaction” is the lifelong condition of never, ever, ever…ever, E-V-E-R feeling you can fully inhabit a goal as it’s met, a project completed, an epiphany in full bloom; sometimes even up to where an unconditional love that would floor an ordinary person comes off as banal and maybe even a little shallow. I know that one, two-part answer to why every serious romantic relationship I have ever been in has ended in ashes and tears: the abject selfishness of an insatiable hunger for more, coupled with an inexorable restlessness calling me out of every home. No house, no job, no person, has ever been enough. This time has taught me to accept this and live accordingly, with compassion for others, rather than settle and watch them burn in the flames of resentment their mere presence eventually stoke. To be clear, I see this past as my fault. In the relative vacuum of my life as it stands now, there isn’t much more that I can do other than admit that.
2) I am insanely fortunate to have the support of a handful of brilliant folks who love and support me in ways that render fences and walls effectively null. (the first item isn’t anachronistic, full disclosure and healthy boundaries make for brilliant personal relationships–learn from your mistakes, especially if those mistakes are measured in the ruin of others). Despite the dynamic engagement of other brilliant persons there remains an ongoing struggle for connection. We are not, as incarcerated people, able to engage with the world in the ways that everyone now takes for granted. It is what it is. But, if I don’t make the point of speaking into a digital space where I am able, it seems to leave a necessary channel closed altogether. Obviously my voice is of interest to me but also, “because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique.”
I felt challenged by way of a recent John Jeremiah Sullivan essay in The New Yorker to consider what I, in this place, might have been born to do. I am fortunate to be a writer…really, I ought to be writing here, at least.
3) When I first started posting a while back I felt concern for who might be listening. I made edits and felt reservation for what consequences might arise for being subversive. Two ways how this ended up as nonsense; I ended up saying most everything I would have thought subversive directly to our then commissioner of corrections because he asked for my input; and really, if not to make an issue or a point and then stand on it, why bother writing any of it at all. In fact, beyond the prison-specific stuff, I can never know who might be reading. I have to remain open and put the work out there, regardless.
Maybe you’re reading this right now and are working out an opinion that you otherwise might not have. The Graham quote is as much about YOU having arrived in this moment, to read and think and breathe, as it is about ME having responded to the sudden imperative, the NEED, to pick up my tablet and collect the words necessary to try and make sense of the disparate ideas and their cumulative urgency to be thought, and explored, and the emotional experience to be processed and…felt.
In any case, that feels like a start. Hopefully there’s more to come.