Hava Niagila

there is always an exception to the rule

To reiterate, I wrote in one of my proceeding years that my focus on the community integration empowerment module which uses creativity as a therapeutic tool would be limited, thematically, though my many segues into my own disillusionment always touched base with the doctrine. Artistically, however, I have all but ignored the triumphant bugles written by authors like Joni. I read her autobiography in the hospital during my own manufactured butchery years and all I remember is her picture, intimations about her teeth. I can imagine her accusative: you can still move, yet you carry on as if becoming a member of the Gestapo would heal your damage.

I never intended to exclude ADAPT culture entirely. It simply displeases my aesthetic sensibility. Brain damage reverts humanity back to primal absurdity, even in the case of Barbara McWilliams, who wasn't born with a developmental condition. Liberal journalists paint her death in the face of disaster as a paradigm failure, but if the associated press feed covering the California crisis is accurate, then McWilliams ability to assess the situation played a part in her death, and I doubt her attendant should fault state services, already in crisis. Social Darwinism is a convenient lint for nose pickers, but biological frailty overwhelms human capacity. I too might have died over the weekend if I had not relaxed my bad arm enough to push up, as I had been trained, but if surgeons at Shriner's had not put me on an assembly line treatment I DID NOT NEED as a child, I could probably still get on the floor and get back up. I had the ability to do this, and later, if I had a firm chair with desk arms, I could get on my knees and transfer up. I no longer have the right furniture, and my pulmonary function is a factor, but doctors weakened me, and in that sense, don't amount to much, the wise treat them with contempt. Better that we glorify the Tango, a charming meta-dramaturgic effort by Carlos Saura, whetting our fascination with the violent eroticism which is a signature in Argentine politics, a dynamic fusion of rigorous passion and oppression, perhaps a possible influence on Duvall. 

Tango is more sex than the actual act of intercourse itself, as Sola is well aware as the crippled choreographer, an irony too overstated to miss in his role as the seducer. Whatever is left of classical appreciation, tango, as a national obsession, is invigorating, an evolution, one day to supersede its antecedents. 

I was born in the wrong fucking country.