Ah, the freedom of creativity. My tale is not one of the tortured artist.
Doubtless I have carved statues from my pain, Obliquely however, as it doesn’t fuel me. Instead, it was merely a dark cloud that followed me. Now, I reside on a plateau that the clouds cannot reach. Gratitude is a seed that’s nourished roots of abundance.
My creativity freed me from the shackles of the black dog, Undeterred, I use its collar as a crown. Could that my younger self could feel the reverberating ripples of hope. How he would smile for me now.
Boldly, I encourage others to follow their passions…. Eternally grateful for the gifts mine bestowed upon me. Torrid times are no more. Today I smile where once I shuddered. Eventually, hard work met opportunity. Right… on… time.
Today is the first day I’ve gone without a prompt. Essentially it’s because a great development opportunity is available but it’s also one that would potentially fuck my shit up in terms of going beyond what is deemed permitted work.
This development opportunity is designed around providing a ladder up for those with disabilities and from lower socio-economic brackets.
However I have made it known that current DWP rules essentially great an aspiration premium whereby opportunities for advancement act as an aspiration premium.
This isn’t new to me. In 2008 after getting into Manchester University for my 1st attempt at a university education (which was plagued with mental health struggles) I went 3 months between signing up for uni to starting at uni without money because I was classed as student… completely ignorant of the fact I at that time had an insecure tenancy due to it’s infancy after spending the prior year homeless and on top of that having no money to in benefits to live off. This also meant no housing benefit either which meant I’d start university with 3 months of rent arrears.
This new opportunity years later after a year out of work as a chef due to Covid would double what’s deemed as permitted work. I believe opportunities designed to support the most vulnerable in society should also acknowledge the systemic barriers that mean the support offered to such people shouldn’t fuck their shit up. Be creative. Give half as a salary and half as a grant. Split one offer between two people in the same boat with the permitted work situation… £6500 of £13,000 is sure as hell better than £0 which is what I’ve had as a chef for the last year.
For years I was embarrassed of being on ESA, of my disability, and of my mental health struggles.
But now I offer a fuck you to the system and society that made me feel that way… I, am the hammer!
I stand on the precipice of some amazing opportunities but a combination of depression and witnessing the pointless cruelty of someone stifling the creativity and growth of a loved one while also affecting a potentially beneficial project have gotten me royally fucked off. Jaime Lannister may have said “by what right does the Wolf judge the Lion?” but a larger question for our society is “by what right does the fly hinder the workhorse?” For a fly knows nothing but the stench of shit and hindering those that are doing or have the potential to be doing good work.
Anyway. Here’s the piece:
Take a pinch of reality – oh shit… the whole cup
with the wisdom of Solomon to ask for none.
For knowledge without power is lacking in agency…
I have no taste for fuelling falsehoods flagrantly.
Is a pigeon stand-offish when the ledge is spiked?
I carry the message that’s needed, not the one that is liked.