Category: Major Paper/Project

Maddie’s Major Project: A poem and A Painting

As we have talked about frequently in this course, the discussion surrounding disability is frequently led and had be those who do not have a disability. Simi Linton in her paper, “Reassigning Meaning” discusses how the disabled community is making moves to reclaim the topic of disability by replacing word that were previously seen as derogative or “inappropriate” to take back the discussion of disability. I chose to create a piece that discusses the presence of disabled voice in disabled literature, and how the nondisabled community seeks to maintain control of a group they are not involved with.
The poem, written in prisoner’s constraint style, is mean to signify the intentions of the disabled, speaking out against the society that places them in a box that they have made, giving them a role to play that they did not get to choose. In a way, this poem is also a response to Jillian Weise’s “Nondisabled Demands,” combating the role that the nondisabled are playing in that poem with the voice of the disabled. The format of the poem, however, indicates that the place the disabled are being pushed into is still heavily active, despite the voices from the disabled to seek their own voice and name themselves.
To speak more specifically about the words in the poem, and the analysis of that piece itself, there is a high number of uniting pronouns like “we” and “us” while the “misnomers” are separate from the group speaking. While misnomers itself typically isn’t used to discuss people, it is also meant to symbolized terms that the nondisabled community attempts to give the disabled community in order to be “politically correct,” but, as the poem suggests, the disabled community is seeking to rise above that and wash that thinking clean. As we see by the large number of disabled authors we have read in this class, they seek to break away from the appraisal of the normal, the negative stereotyping, and tiptoeing done by the nondisabled. The presence of the poem at all is also meant to signify this same voice, as I am a student with a disability constructing this response and representing with what has resonated with me throughout this course.
I also hoped to portray commentary from Oscar Wilde’s “The Birthday of Infanta,” and Jillian Weise’s “The Old Questions,” discussing the fascination the non-disabled have with the disabled community and the need to place them on a stage for being different. The poem and its white space stand out, clearly the focal point of the piece, but all lowercase writing places it as something that isn’t attempting to jump out, but it’s rather been exposed by its placement.
The painting that contains this poem is meant to be a continuation of this theme. The straight lines that created the poem are meant to represent how society desires to place everything in an easy-to-define box, but the mixing of colors dictates that the intersectionality of society makes those boxes impossible to separate. By placing the poem in its own solid box of white, it also demonstrates how society, specifically the nondisabled community that chooses to write about characters with disabilities, views the stereotypes of the disabled as something “other” and what can only be held by those in that community.



we are visionaries

misnomers misname

us as semi-conscious

masses

accuse us

smear our names

in awe we’ve risen

we recover our names

we move in

remove our “ruin”

we rain

we rinse

we rise

Major Paper/Project, [Hannah Foleck, Kim Eastridge] and [11 works]

We created a website! Here is the link: http://hannahrfoleck.com/

I have also attached our Google Docs link with our write-up explaining the process, goals, and issues we had while creating this website.

Jessie Harper Major Paper Project

Jessie Harper

Dr. Chris Foss

Disability and Literature

13 April 2021

Their Pain is Relatable

            Each story we have read in this class was vastly different in a multitude of ways. At the same time each story told the same story. Of someone who was experiencing their own take of their disability and the human condition. I say the human condition because of what the human condition, which is living life, growing, your experiences, conflicts, emotions and so much more. Which being disabled is just another way of living the human condition with experiences, conflicts, and unbelievable emotions. With every story you can see these things within them. Because of this, those stories inspired and gave me the bravery to write some of my own story.  In this project I have laid the framework for 5 original poetry pieces of my story that I hold close to my heart. I related especially to two stories we have read so far this semester.

One of those actually being Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. Being an outsider because of my gender identity, but also feeling Frankensein’s creature of being cut and pasted together to be me and no one understand me for those choices. Hating the scars, I see in the mirror because they shouldn’t have to be there in the first place but knowing without them, I would have what used to face me in the mirror that much more. This is shown in my poetry piece called The Cuttings of the Creator. In this poem I connect with how the creature is created, cut and sewn back together. The idea that if I have all of the surgeries done, I will look like the creature in particular areas. Like the creature I feel like because of this, the world might never fully look at me and not pull away.  

The other piece we read that hit me the hardest and got the words flowing through my veins to the keys was Laurie Clements Lambeth’s Symptoms. This piece talks about how it feels to have MS. She illustrates a remarkable picture for you to understand what life is like inside her skin. I have a paralyzed vocal cord, so this work of art gave me a path to telling others what it is like being inside my skin. Having a paralyzed vocal cord can mean many different things. For me at first, I couldn’t talk at all or breath very well. Now with help and stubbornness I can talk but will lose my voice easily. However, I still cannot breathe like everyone else. That is my main focus in the three poems I wrote about this. The first being, Walk in my Shoes a poem that is very much like Laurie Clements Lambeth’s Symptoms giving the reader the ability to, for a moment, feel how I do to have this. The second being, Ode to the Scar which is meant to be a satire about the scar that is left behind from the surgery that resulted in me having the paralyzed vocal cord. Then lastly Under the Flesh, a piece of how I felt when I was first dealing with all anger, frustration, and pain of it, wanting to just end it all and praying that it was not real.

My last poetry piece is my most vulnerable part about myself. Thinking about it now I feel drawn to Lennie in Of Mice and Men. This being because of how those around him think he is stupid. Growing up I was perceived as such myself. I have a learning disorder that makes it difficult to read. The poem starts out with what I felt everyone was saying every time I could not pronounce groupings of letters. For years I was treated as Lennie was when someone found out that I was “learning impaired”. The torment from not only my fellow classmates but also adults as my pieces highlights a teacher in my youth that was the start of my downward spiral. At the age of 23 I was barely at a 7th grade reading level having to rely on other people to help me be an adult, to read things to me, and help me understand what it meant. Such as Lennie did with George.

Poetry have always been a way for me to get out my most raw feelings and the stories we have encountered this semester have made many of those feelings surface. So, to have a project to be able to use that outlet to express that was both a great way to reflect as well as process what we had been reading for this class.

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The Cuttings of the Creator

Like the monster made by a man

I too have a demand

To cut

the flesh and tissue from my breast

Where mirrors play on the adding stress

Of being a man not in the foreground

But being trapped behind this lady’s frown

So, I will cut

the flesh and tissue from my breast

To give that mirror a rest

But that is not all there is

To become the His

Now to add, snip, snip and sew

The part that makes to stand and go

Yet through it all there is still a mixture

That fills my veins with the whisper

To cut a little deeper

Into making this creature

A man 

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Walk in my Shoes

Take your hand and make a fist.

Take your fist and place it on the lower part of your neck.

Push on your neck with your fist till it is hard to breath.

How you would work breathing that way

or talk even breathing that way.

Would suck to be like that all the time?

This is how I breath.

With a paralyzed vocal cord.

Get winded sometimes from just talking,

or even trying to walk and talk.

Think about how hard working or exercising would be.

It’s impossible.

Can this be fixed?

No.

You learn to live your life, fighting with everything.

Trying to breath and life.

All you feel like you can do sometimes is, sit, and rot. 

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Ode to the Scar

My heavy scar, you inspire me to write.

I love the way you bleed, and lead to voiceless and pain,

Invading my mind through day and night,

Always dreaming about the deadly champion.

Let me compare you to a sharp play?

You are more medley, powerful and dark.

Slim breeze flaps the noxious dancers of May,

And the springtime has the exhausting disembark.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.

I love your esoteric neck and knife.

How your personality fills my days!

My love for you is the flowerful pfeiff.

Now I must away with a wearing heart,

Remember my stark words whilst we’re apart.
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Under the Flesh

Suffocation;

Humiliation;

Gasping for air;

Is anyone there?

Give me a straw;

It’s better than this small;

Airway of life;

Losing grip on this knife;

Please take it back, I’ve had enough

I’m not this tough;

I can’t handle;

I want to blow out the candle.

Drowning with not water;

Fire from this collar;

Seeing the smile;

Begging for denial;

Air is not with me;

It has forsaken me;

With each breath I wish this a fantasy….

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Turning the Page

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In a corner trapped by a book I could not read

Crying because the word just would not connect

Begging for some kind of clue

To this little engine that could

But I could not

I was stupid she’d say

I was stupid they’d assumed

All my life stupid

All my fears circled this word stupid

I was stupid I could not read

Do words define us

Or do we define words

Stupid Stupid Stupid

Stupid Stupid Stupid

Stupid Stupid Stupid

NO!

NO!

NO!

I ttthhiinnk I tthink I ccaan I think I can

I think I can I think I can I think I can

I think I can

I know I can

I know I will

I will

I did

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