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X Crip Time Performances Petra Kuppers
X Crip Time Performances Petra Kuppers
X Crip Time Performances Petra Kuppers
Crip Time
gather outdoors to enact loving
interdependence, offering caring
touch and affirmation to other
people with disabilities.
BY PETRA KUPPERS
I
live life in slow motion. The world I live in is one this “crip time,” the traces of temporal shifting, in their own
where my thoughts are as quick as anyone’s, my move- lives. There is the day we lie in bed, the time of pain blooming
ments are weak and erratic, and my talk is slower than a in our bones, the end of the street impossibly far for limping
snail in quicksand,” writes Australian author and activ- legs, the meeting and its noise assault set against the reassur-
ist Anne McDonald, reflecting on her perception of time. “I ing tick of the wall clock at home.
have cerebral palsy, I can’t walk or talk, I use an alphabet To many disabled writers, writing in crip time becomes a
board, and I communicate at the rate of 450 words an hour sanctuary. As Gloria Anzaldúa writes in Borderlands, “It is
compared to your 150 words in a minute — twenty times as dark and damp and has been raining all day. i love days like
slow. A slow world would be my heaven. I am forced to live in this. as i lie in bed i am able to dive inward. perhaps today
your world, a fast hard one. If slow rays flew from me I would i will write from the deep core.” Diving inwards. Deep core.
be able to live in this world. I need to speed up, or you need Sanctuary. A snail in quicksand.
to slow down.” These moments out of time, out of productive, forward-
In this way McDonald explains the difference between her leaning, exciting time, can become moments of disability
time and “normate” time (to use a term coined by disabil- culture politics. As McDonald reminds us, these time expe-
ity scholar Rosemarie Garland Thomson, making “normal” riences might be born out of pain and frustration, and these
a little more strange). Many disabled people will recognize moments shouldn’t be romanticized. And yet, many disabled
Mareva Minerbi
petra kuppers is a disability culture activist, a community performance artist, and a professor of English at the University of Michigan.
She leads The Olimpias, a disability culture collective (olimpias.org), and she offers art-based explorations in her forthcoming book, Studying
Disability Arts and Culture (Palgrave, September 2014).
Helping Dances started a few years ago, and the dances are cry when we touch each other both deeply and impersonally,
still going on. If you follow the invitation and join us, you will when our vulnerable envelopes open themselves up, when we
speak of our foremothers and forefathers, creating lineages for us, a gospel song that enveloped all of us as we rocked and
and cross-currents. held each other.
Some of us speak about being helpers. One woman talks How often are you touched by rhythm and melody in pub-
about having lived the life of a Filipina housemaid and lic, out in the open, your blood beating and heart compress-
cleaner. Others talk about the racialized politics that they ing until tears flow, without being able to name what it is that
are facing as disabled and non-disabled brown people in the touches you? Those moments in Helping Dances expand in
Bay Area. time, shift into soft slow time, not hard fast time. They shift
Some of us speak about being only able to live with daily into crip time — the time of the and, rather than the or time
helpers coming into the house, being privileged enough to of choosing and ordering.
gain In-Home Supportive Services’ approval, something only In my art life, I reach for these moments: come and sit with
really open to people who have the linguistic means to fight us, and we will attempt to find a time and space together in
for themselves in our fraying social security system. improvisation, without knowing each other, with some dis-
All of us acknowledge living interdependent lives, inter- comfort, with the giggles of uncertainty, with distances and
sected and enabled by many, carried on the backs of infra- their bridging. Without the fixed structure of known ritual,
structural laborers of all kinds and touched by the kind- we attempt to touch the comfort that ritual has offered to so
nesses of strangers. many for tens of thousands of years.
And in every one of these circles, voices have lifted up to In our Helping Dance, no matter what happens, we shift
give thanks to something neither human nor animal, giving ourselves from our own certainties. We shift from our
thanks to life forces, entities, and powers beyond the name- boundaries, our little selves, and our own heartbeats, into
able. In one Helping Dance in Hawai’i, one participant sang wider rhythm. ■