“Suppose for a moment the claims about pain’s ineffability are historically specific and ideological, that pain is widely declared inarticulate for the reason that we are not supposed to share a language for how we really feel.”
Anne Boyer
“The exhausted are the saints of the wasted life, if a saint is a person who is better than others at suffering. What the exhausted suffer better is the way bodies and time are so often at odds with each other in our time of overwhelming and confused chronicity, when each hour is amplified past circadianism, quadrupled in the quarter-hour's agenda, Pomodoro-ed, hacked, FOMO-ed, and productivized. The exhausted are the human evidence of each minute misunderstood to be an empire for finance, of each human body misunderstood to be an instrument that should play a thousand compliant songs at once.”
Anne Boyer
“And John Donne understood, among other things, the unchartedness of the sick person’s thinking: his 1623 sickbed work, Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions, is the literary enactment of this kind of heightening, an instruction manual from the libratory platform of feeling like hell. A well-person’s astral projection remains mostly atmospheric, but the deeply ill person in pain, in order to escape it, can sprint away from the pain-husk of the failing body and think themselves into a range beyond range. When pain is so vast it makes it hard to remember history or miles-per-hour, which should make the sickbed the incubator for almost all genius and nearly most revolution.”
Anne Boyer
"All that time lying down can also bring about the microscopic practice of worry. In the sickbed illness also illuminates the smallness, shabbiness, self-absorption, inconsequence, personal finance, home economics, the social order".
Anne Boyer
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