I got a ping today that I am not active on here much anymore. Last August, I became bedbound with ME/CFS and have seen a steady drop in my abulities to do anything. From 50% functioning, to 40 to 30 to 20 to 10 to 5. Some days I can barely lift my head to eat. There is talk of putting me in a nursing home when my mom goes back to work this fall. I’m only 22!
Oobleck, which I’ve posted here before, was written primarily in the first month of my illness. Before things became really bad. When I was still hopeful I would be better by “X” date. “It’s just the flu,” and “I’ll be ready to go back to school by fall break,” turned into a slow melting away of my entire life. Moving back home with my mom, leaving my friends, my college city, my life I had built, and having to start completely from scratch with a body that leaves me in 9/10 pain and dysfunction daily.
It is a very potent work. Perhaps my first real “piece of art.” I am proud of creating something that is truly me. It is not about enjoyment, it is about the experience. I can dub the work as “Mahler, but with quarter tones.”
I won’t be writing or doing much of anything for the next while. My life is too covered in oobleck.
Program Note:
The term oobleck is a type of substance that, when supported with
pressure and force, is a solid. However, as soon as this support is
removed, it oozes into a sticky liquid. Because of this, the oobleck
always feels like it is on the verge of oozing apart into a mess of
gunk.
Dr. Seuss coined the term, introducing it in his story, "Bartholomew
and the Oobleck." Its manifestation in the story is an evil, sticky
substance which covers the kingdom it rains down upon.
"Oobleck" is an aural exploration of a familiar musical world tainted
by oobleck.