A collection of essays that examines the interconnectedness of healing and poetry. Dreaming in the Fault Zone asks how art treats our conditions and examines both the damage and remedy of language. In lyric prose and poem-essays written in response to years of art encounters; dialogues with physicians, healers, patients, and seekers; and modern & contemporary literature and film, Eleni Stecopoulos explores healing in all its translations and violence to learn how we turn our syndromes into method and how inquiry itself can create change. From the ancient dream clinic and cellular memory to disability culture, trauma therapies, and the entwined plagues we live through now, Dreaming in the Fault Zone travels in a space of impasse and unending experiment.
"Because it's not given: What is a voice? Where-who-does it come from? Why speak about a person's voice, a poet's voice, as if there is only one?"
(pg. 153) ----
"The poetics of healing is also the poetics of sickness, violence, pain, and shame. The damage perpetrated through language and perpetuated by language. Every tyrant has his poetics."
(pg. 176) ----
"Empathy: I choose to act. I am not you but I choose to care about you, I recognize that your life matters as much as mine matters to me.
My existence is inextricable from yours."
(pg. 208) ----
"Poetry can be a sanctuary for shards of images and sound, fragments that do not have to cohere."
(pg. 256) ----
"Once the dead are carried away, the disaster cannot be seen. Or you only see the aftermath, the glow in the sky. Some will decide there never were any dead."
"Settler colonists don't see the dead. They see them as proof of their own fitness."
“I prefer to say that poetry is the quarrel we make with the others we make ourselves. And with the selves — or non-selves — others make us” (184).
“No one can thrive outside of the polis. A life of self-interest is a life of idiocy” (312)
“Health is not an individual status but a collective orchestration” (132)
“Medicine is as much about the strange as it is the human. The human includes much that is strange to me but familiar to you, and vice versa. The human includes much that is not human” (150)