Dreams of Weightlessness

Tuesday, January 16, 2018
Sonia Marcon

The Oxford definition of ‘access’ is ‘the means or opportunity to approach or enter a place’.

A definition that breeds triviality. A meaning that surpasses physicality. It is more than sizing up a space. A restricted movement from place to place. It is a negotiation. A validation of a way through. Ears that can hear and make improvement. Minds that can recognise and cause change. Hearts that will accept unconditionally. 

Access for me is a dream of weightlessness. An easy way from one place to the next.

The morning starts. The light through the blinds. The blinking so my eyes work as one. The physical and the mind quiet in speaking. My choice is to go out. The beginning. The turn. The focus. Refocus. No sleep. Need sleep. I’ll make it. The walking. The lifting. The hauling. Falling. Sprawling. My muscles not hearing my brain. My foot dropping to the floor. The disconnection between brain and body leaves me flat. Walkers pass me. Not seeing. Not caring. Not recognising I need help. So I get up. Restart.  Retry. Try again. The leaving. The losing. Needing. Fleeing. So slow. No go. I stop.

I learn in a hope of succeeding. I attempt in a hope to conquer. But I am tired. I need a slow, silk saturation of an everlasting eiderdown upon a writhing fault-line rhythm of rest. I twitch. I’m pain. Front and back. I move and crack. I rein in the restless. I resign to a fate of consciousness.

New day. New way to motivate. New hope of change. Now moving. Watching feet. Checking ground. On a train. Immersed in a sea of standing. Upright. So tight. So hard. I clench. The train jaunts. Familiar jolt. It stops where I need. Doors open to a new sea of people. Faces pass as the tide transfers. I exit as it recedes. A face stops me. A voice claws me. ‘God, you people take up so much room.’ The shock. The tears. The stumbling out passed eyes and ears. Unnoticed. Uncaring. I see. They don’t. I am nothing.

The light through the blinds. Another day. A new one. A new try. I open my eyes and blink. Once. Twice. I see different. A new insight. A bodily yearning. An attempt at a fresh elevation. I rise before it ends. I think. My mind is tired of reversion. I call for subversion. A realignment of my being. A way it should be. There is nothing I won’t do. Can’t do. To look to the sky. See them whole and changing. See parts come away then reform. The weightless bliss of the unearthly. They grow dark at times. They reflect the sun at others. They move with an ease that should be here. With us. No fuss. No question. I am not them but it’s how I want to be. To move. To feel. To peel away the unwanted covers and own the opportunity to approach or enter a place.

About Sonia Marcon

About Quippings Disability Unleashed

This commission is the third from members of The Quippings Disability Unleashed Theatre Troupe.

Quippings is a unique six year old inclusive spoken word performance troupe based in Melbourne. Part cabaret, part wordfest, the Quippings crew has staged a number of public performances over the past few years with performers who all identify as disabled and/or deaf and queer/queer friendly. 

There's been a natural happy relationship between Quippings and Writers Victoria via the stars of Write-ability. Writers who love to perform their texts work with us and in 2016 Quippings and Write-ability made a successful joint application for Creative Victoria funding for three shows across this year.