To Grieve

Will Daddario

Matthew Goulish, Contributor

ESSAY, NONFICTION  |  $12 $9

February 2017
Read an excerpt

The result came in 1793 with the installation of Fabre d’Eglantine’s poetic Revolutionary calendar. To resonate with the forces of Nature so clearly speaking through the actions of the French citizenry, the new calendar linked the start of the year with the Southward equinox and contained twelve months made up of three weeks, with each week divided into ten days. Each day was further divided into ten hours, made up of 100 minutes; each minute contained 100 seconds. The names of months no longer honored a spiritualist pantheon or imperialist monarchy but drew attention to the forces of the Earth. The spans of time roughly corresponding to May, June, and July, for example, were converted to Prairial, Messidor, and Thermidor, or Pasture-time, Harvest-time, and Time-of-the-Summer-Heat. Days, too, were placed under new banners, signs in praise of the world’s bounty of trees, flowers, and plants. July 14, the day that would eventually be known as Bastille Day, or Stephen’s Birthday, became Sauge Messidor (Sage, Harvest-time), a span of hours commemorating the plant known for its healing properties.

If the clichéd phrase, “one day at a time” feels unhelpful when offered up during the time of grief, it may be because grief demands a change in time itself, the way that the National Convention demanded a change of time after the French Revolution. The chronology of one day at a time only makes sense where linear progress is presumed or, indeed, hoped for. To borrow an expression from Brecht, natura facit saltus. Beliefs to the contrary may in fact be beholden to a conservative agenda of rebuilding everything as it was before. And while the drawbacks of embracing a new temporal schema will show themselves immediately—extreme awkwardness resulting from the dismissal of familiar habits, further alienation from the multitude who sleep at night and work during the day—the potential power of thinking time anew is revolutionary.

An event of writing for which I know of no suitable name.

Laura Cull Ó Maoilearca

What does it mean to grieve rightly? Might there be such a thing as an ethics of grief, a practice of turning my full attention to the specificity of each loss so as to carry such loss in me and to become, in the words of Gilles Deleuze, worthy of what has happened to me? To Grieve answers these questions through the author’s personal and philosophical ruminations following the sudden deaths of his son, father, step-father, friend, grandmother, and cat. Attending specifically to the ways in which grief-space appears, grief-time imposes itself, and grief-language bends itself around the emotional acuity of the wound, this long-form essay nestles up against the unnamable and pauses to measure its heft. rnrnWith a Foreword by Matthew Goulish.

About the Author

Will Daddario is a grief worker and educational consultant with Inviting Abundance in Asheville, NC. He is also an internationally recognized scholar, author, and editor within the fields of performance philosophy and theatre studies.

Praise

An event of writing for which I know of no suitable name.

Laura Cull Ó Maoilearca

About the Contributor

Matthew Goulish is a writer, dramaturg, and sometime performer for Every house has a door. His books include 39 Microlectures: in proximity of performance (Routledge, 2000), The Brightest Thing in the World: 3 Lectures from the Institute of Failure (Green Lantern, 2012), and Work from Memory: In Response to In Search of Lost Time by Marcel Proust, a collaboration with the poet Dan Beachy-Quick (Ahsahta, 2012). He teaches writing at The School of the Art Institute of Chicago.

Publication Details

Chapbook
staple-bound. 48 pp, 4.75 x 8.5 in
Publication Date: February 01 2017
Distribution: Direct Only
Series: Dossier