Dissociation: An Ars(enal) (of) Poetica

I’m asked to write an essay about my relation to attention. I insert the word dissociate. An editor encourages me to describe it physically, a consolation to his worry my usage treats “an extraordinary occurrence” as a “matter of course.” I try to imagine, albeit briefly, a life in which my brain would feel safe enough to remain stationed. This is, in itself, a kind of dissociation—a departure from the moment at hand when the present offers a sensation beyond the brain’s capacity.

Issue 4

https://manyworlds.place/issue-4/dissociation/

by Addie Tsai

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I’m asked to write an essay about my relation to attention. I insert the word dissociate. An editor encourages me to describe it physically, a consolation to his worry my usage treats “an extraordinary occurrence” as a “matter of course.” I try to imagine, albeit briefly, a life in which my brain would feel safe enough to remain stationed. This is, in itself, a kind of dissociation—a departure from the moment at hand when the present offers a sensation beyond the brain’s capacity.

Some days later, I am compelled
to negotiate dissociation
on the page.

It is an imperfect problem. In order to effectively chart it, one would have to interject the unwanted and unpredictable static that causes it—a particular combination of sounds in a chamber boomeranging against cement instead of cushions; an interaction (read: person) with an undefinable list of attributes socially insistent, so many words with no blank in between, a facial confrontation that requires a constant cascade of masks you hope you’ve built in your closet of skins (to name a few)—it is not enough to display the archive, for that includes a certainty that doesn’t apply.

you out of it, guaiguai? (laughing)
are you even paying attention to me
(at the bookfair) i felt you didn’t care to talk to me or forgot me
i’m boring you aren’t i you can tell me
where are you (snapping)
where are you (waving)
it’s fine i can tell you aren’t here

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Li-Young Lee says in a workshop
the speaker is using artifice to distract
from what is too
                                catastrophic
to address
directly
………………………………………

when the border between
wholeness & dust
pervades

my brain hurtling through time
steel tube suspended in air
but going nowhere
as far as I know

between presence & absence
held         captive


A Google Docs comment reading "I can imagine that everyone experiences such a state differently, so I think that you might try to explain what you mean by "dissociate." What does this feel like? How does the mind operate in a state like this? I worry that this sentence takes such an extraordinary occurrence as a matter of course.

 

 

if my head is O and my hand is [

                                                                [O[O[O[O[O[O[O[O[O[O[O[O[O[O[O[O[O

the question,
                                what does [dissociating] feel like

 

is                 a

bubble

 

i try to catch it but each time i try
it pops and pops and pops and pops

                the definition                                        a mental process of disconnecting from one’s
                                                thoughts, feelings, memories or sense of identity

asserts an agency
where there is none

no metaphor is sufficient because a metaphor roots one in the physical world
when one
                                only feels absent

                                                                from the body

A image of a blue lined circle with a wavy black line extending out below it. The form is labeled "a balloon" to the right, with a blue arrow pointed towards the balloon. Inside the balloon is the label "the air inside".

 

 

but                you see

                                what i did

                        there

the metaphor                                                                an anchor

where
none
is
found


Addie Tsai (any/all) is a multidisciplinary mixed-race Asian artist who calls on everyone to commit to fighting for the liberation of Palestine and all oppressed people around the globe. They are the author of Dear Twin and Unwieldy Creatures. Addie is the founding co-captain of just femme & dandy. Her scholarly monograph, Straight White Men Can’t Dance: American Masculinity in Film and Popular Culture, is forthcoming from Bloomsbury 2025. You can find Addie dancing, venting, or squealing on Twitter @addiebrook and Instagram @addieisunwieldy.