Painful Truths
Right off the bat, I’ve got to disagree with Scarry: in my experience (having never been tortured), pain doesn’t disconnect you from reality, but anchors you to it. For example, I tend to pick at my lips as a nervous habit, because even if they start bleeding and are always chapped, cracked, and as my ex once told me, “kinda unkissable” (fuck you, Lark), being able to feel something that’s really, physically there, even if it’s painful, helps ground me and get me ‘out of my own head.’
It's weird to think about how touch (specifically pain
and, like Melzack proved, pleasure) is used in metaphors ‘both ways,’ so that mental
experiences are phrased in terms of physical experiences (Glucklich mentions
chewing, swallowing, and digesting ideas), while physical experiences like pain
and pleasure are phrased in emotional or mental terms (tiring, punishing, torturing).
Also interesting how pain metaphors consistently don’t refer to the actual
sensation of, say, being shot, burnt, or gnawed at by rats, but rather the
things people would associate with the sensation of being shot, burnt, or
gnawed at by rats: for shooting specifically, “the temporal form of starting
suddenly and ending abruptly, while being limited spatially to a small region.”
As someone who (unfortunately regularly and completely
unintentionally, mind) has mild hallucinations and experiences varyingly
sensory deprivation and sensory overload whenever I start overdosing on
caffeine, this was pretty interesting: also pretty interesting how pain is
subjectively experienced based on whether the pain is ‘necessary’ or ‘unnecessary,’
based on what one assumes to be the system which is being spared, but that’s
something I don’t have experience with (fortunately or not, is the question).
Another weird song for this week: “Jesus Wept,” by
Demon Hunter, a Christian metal band. Now I know what you’re thinking and yes,
this is partially just an excuse to subject y’all to my shitty taste in
music, but metal (and this song in particular) is a sort of sacred pain, if you
think about it. Nobody listens to metal quietly: its appeal is, in part,
playing it so loud you can wake the dead, give the folks on the International
Space Station a migraine, and basically just fucking up your eardrums as badly
as possible in order to really live the song, instead of 'merely' listening. In this case, the lyrics talk about their own brand of sacred
pain, so it's a sort of suffering through words about suffering. Pretty fitting, no?
One of my my favorite "Jesus songs" is System of a Down's Chop Suey, so I think heavy metal sometimes strikes just the right chord, especially for sacred pain. And I totally agree with your disagreement with Scarry, as does Glucklich.
ReplyDeleteI absolutely agree with this point, and couldn't have said it better myself. I feel that this is often why people use methods of inflicting pain on themselves as sacrifices or tributes to gods, because our mortality and pain is a grounding experience unique to humans as opposed to gods.
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