Den menneskelige elendighed ville være utålelig, hvis ikke den var fortyndet i tid. Vi må forhindre den fra at fortyndes, så at den vil blive utålelig.
[La misère humaine serait intolérable si elle n’était diluée dans le temps. Empêcher qu’elle se dilue pour qu’elle soit intolérable.]
— Simone Weil, Tyngden og nåden [“La pesanteur et la grâce”, 1947]
I came to learn that women have never had a history or culture of leisure. (Unless you were a nun, one researcher later told me.) That from the dawn of humanity, high status men, removed from the drudge work of life, have enjoyed long, uninterrupted hours of leisure. And in that time, they created art, philosophy, literature, they made scientific discoveries and sank into what psychologists call the peak human experience of flow. Women aren’t expected to flow. I read feminist leisure research (who knew such a thing existed?) and international studies that found women around the globe felt that they didn’t deserve leisure time. It felt too selfish. Instead, they felt they had to earn time to themselves by getting to the end of a very long To Do list. Which, let’s face it, never ends.
Recovery was a total freestyle. Like for many sufferers conventional wisdom and treatment felt to a certain extent both illegitimate and dishonest to me. Yet to argue with a sane person about the premise of craziness, whilst still in crisis, is like trying to pick up rice with chopsticks whilst drunk. Or something like that. Even if you could do it whilst sober, whilst unstable you lack the mental capacity and skills required to argue your position. Although they offered me a place to share how I felt, they could not support me in the way that I wanted to heal, in the way that felt right for me. So I winged it. Totally winged it. And some how, I flew somewhere that felt closer to home.
Hvad sker der, når katastrofen danner ramme for hverdagslivet? Hvad gør man, når ængsteligheden bliver så stor, at fornægtelse på paradoksal og bedragerisk vis synes den mest betryggende strategi – eller eneste mulighed? Og når man så bevæger sig ud på gaden, står mit i demonstrationen, blokaden eller protesten og heller ikke dér formår at forbinde sig til de politiske slogans selvsikre retorik? Hvordan er modstand mulig?
“Alting falder (endelig) fra hinanden” er titlen på Mo/Maja Moesgaard og Lone Aburas udstilling på Danske Grafikeres Hus 4.-25.- marts. Der er åbent torsdag – søndag 13:00 – 17:00 og gratis adgang