OUR "OTHER HISTORY": POETRY AS A 
META- METAPHOR FOR NARRATIVE THERAPY  
The Journal of Family Therapy" 18 (4) in 1996.  
Maryhelen Snyder 
I wish to thank the following colleagues for their support and suggestions at various stages of writing this article
 Tom Anderson, Morgan Farley, Enid Howarth, Molly Layton, Lee Maxwell, Peter Pitzele, and my daughter, Susie Snyder


ABSTRACT: 
        This article explores certain distinctions between narrative and poetry as metaphors for the consciously authored life. It is suggested that such phenomena as "self," "authorship," "knowledge," and "time" are experienced differently within the narrative discourse and the discourse associated with poetry. Five aspects of "poetic" knowledge are explored: Form (or containment); aesthetic knowing; non-identity with self; nothingness (and not knowing);  and radiance. Two examples from couple therapy are then given to illustrate these aspects and the interface between this way of knowing and the lived life. 

Introduction: 
        The recent growth of narrative therapy, inspired largely by the thought and work of Michael White and David Epston (see Epston & White, 1992), has brought an increased consciousness to many therapists and those who consult them of the ways in which we are shaped by narratives (meanings, identities, discourses, landscapes, plots, and purposes) not of our making, and of the possibilities of becoming more self-authored, of creating our own stories of who we are and how we live.  In some of the psychoanalytic and neo-psychoanalytic approaches, the narrative metaphor has also been explored (for example, Schafer, 1992 and Spence, 1982). Consciousness of the storying, meaning-making, languaging nature of human thought, emotion, and behavior, can release people from the oppressive effect of assuming inherited meanings to be established knowledges and foundational truths.  

        In my personal experience as a student and practitioner of the narrative approach, I have repeatedly encountered in myself an emotional and cognitive disequilibrium when I attempted to conceptualize the movement of my life or my preferred ways of being as a new or alternative "story." It has been the absence of fit of my experience to this metaphor, which has motivated me to explore the ideas described below. As I observe myself and others on those occasions of release from the oppressive effect of inherited meanings, it appears that these occasions are often experienced as "anti-narrative" (see Gilligan, 1994; p.89); i.e., narrative descriptions are felt to be subordinate or even irrelevant to that which cannot be reduced to any story.  An examination of the nature of poetry, as distinct from narrative, can help to clarify this "anti-narrative" experience. This article will explore the usefulness of poetry as a metaphor for both the therapeutic process and the lived life.  I am suggesting here that the concepts which are central to the meaning of poetry are "meta" to the concepts which are central to the narrative metaphor.  By that I mean that they are more foundational, and of a higher order.  Experience is formulated in language and meanings, and life is lived sequentially in time, but the experience that feels most "true" to human beings is often spoken of as "timeless" and "inexpressible."     

        In his examination of the relevance of the metaphors of art and poetry to narrative therapy, Michael White (personal communication) has made reference to a quote from the Australian novelist, David Malouf (1993): 
 
 

                        How [poetry] spoke up, not always in the plainest terms, since it wasn't always possible, but in precise ones just the same, for what is deeply felt and might otherwise go unrecorded: all of those unique and repeatable events, the little sacraments of daily existence, movements of the heart and invitations of the close but inexpressible grandeur and terror of things, that is our other history, the one that goes on, in a quiet way, under the noise and chatter of events and is the major part of what happens each day in the life of the planet, and has from the very beginning.  To find words for that;  to make glow with significance what is usually unseen, and unspoken to: that, when it occurs, is what binds us all, since it speaks immediately out of the centre of each one of us; giving shape to what we too have experienced and did not till then have words for, though as soon as they are spoken we know them as our own (1993; pp. 283, 284). 
 

This "other history" is the subject matter of this article.  I will focus on five aspects of it: form (or containment); aesthetic knowing;  non-identity with self (participatory creation); nothingness (and not-knowing); and radiance.  All five aspects are interrelated parts of a totality. Subsequent to an exploration of these five aspects, I will discuss their application to two cases of couple therapy. 

1. Form is essential to poetry. 

        The word "poem" comes from the Greek "poien," meaning "to make or construct." Although poems can be created within a wide range of structures, the poet remains conscious of the structure of each part within the whole as well as of the whole. In a successful poem, as in a successful painting, sculpture, or musical composition, both composer and recipient experience the form as essential to conveying the "truth" of the subject.  Archibald MacLeish's "Ars Poetica" describes this central relevance of form in the imagery (and form) of the poem: "A poem should be palpable and mute/ As a globed fruit/ Dumb/ As  old medallions to the thumb. . . A poem should be equal to:/ Not true . . . For love/ The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea -/ A poem should not mean/ But be" (in MacLeish, 1950; pp. 893, 894). 

        In a recent essay delineating the distinctions between poetry and narrative, called "Admiration of Form: Reflections on Poetry and the Novel" (American Poetry Review, February, 1995), C.K. Williams states that in poetry the "necessities of form precede in importance the expressive or analytic demands of the work." In contrast, he notes, characters and events, plots and landscapes, tend to be of primary importance in the narrative. 

.         Poets often describe the poem as a container (or form) for truth and order. For example, Edna St. Vincent Millay addresses this essential aspect of poetry in this sonnet: 
 
 

I will put Chaos into fourteen lines 
And keep him there; and let him thence escape 
If he be lucky; let him twist, and ape 
Flood, fire, and demon - his adroit designs 
Will strain to nothing in the sweet confines 
Of this sweet Order, where, in pious rape, 
I hold his essence and amorphous shape, 
Till he with Order mingle and combine. 
Past are the hours, the years, of our duress, 
His arrogance, our awful servitude: 
I have him. He is nothing more nor less 
Than something simple not yet understood; 
I shall not even force him to confess; 
Or answer. I will only make him good. 
                  Edna St. Vincent Millay (1950; p.728) 
 

        Edna St. Vincent Millay and Archibald MacLeish are describing the essential nature not only of the poem, but of the conscious life. With the same foundational metaphor of the form or container, Emily Dickinson describes the brain in this way: 
 
 

                The Brain - is wider than the Sky - 
                For - put them side by side - 
                The one the other will contain 
                With ease - and You - beside - 
                The Brain is deeper than the sea - 
                For - hold them - Blue to Blue - 
                The one the other will absorb - 
                As Sponges - Buckets - do - 
                The Brain is just the weight of God - 
                For - Heft them - Pound for Pound - 
                And they will differ - if they do - 
                As Syllable from Sound - 
                                     Emily Dickinson (1960; 
                                                        pp.312, 313) 

        This experience of poem as container (of the whole), poet as container, brain as container, is relevant to the usefulness of poetry as a metaphor for both therapy and the lived life. In a recently discovered 1847 notebook, Walt Whitman wrote, "Every soul has its own individual language.  Often unspoken or feebly,  lamely, haltingly spoken; but a true fit for that man, and perfectly adapted for his use. The truths I tell to you or any other may not be plain to you, because I do not translate them fully from my idiom to yours. If I could do so, and do it well, they would be as apparent to you as they are to me, for they are  truths. No two have exactly the same language and the great translator and joiner of the whole is the poet" (Washington Post, February 18, 1995; p.1). "I am  the poet of slaves,/" Whitman writes in a poem that appears in the same notebook, "and of the masters of slaves." 

        The nature of poetic form is that it opens space for whatever "is," and therefore for experiencing that which is painful, chaotic, contradictory, and confusing.  In Millay's poem, "sweet Order" does not bar Chaos from entry; rather it "holds its essence and amorphous shape."  This is relevant for consciousness, dialogue, therapy, and living itself.  What may appear at first to be paradoxical in the dual reality of the container and open space, is addressed and clarified with the concept of "aesthetic knowing." 

2.  "Aesthetic knowing" or "poetic intelligence" informs poetry, and is different in nature from reasoned knowing. 

        Many writers have described a form of knowing that has been called  "aesthetic knowing" or "poetic intelligence." It is experienced as a different form of knowing than that which we may more typically experience. Peggy  Penn (1993), who is both a poet and a therapist, states that in this type of knowing, there is a tolerance for ambiguity, the absence of contradiction, and a loss of "identity." Aesthetic knowing has a different relationship to time and space than the more linear forms of knowing we associate with narrative in literature and in life. As Penn writes, "Poetry stops time" (1993; p.6). Language (or at least, non-metaphorical language) doesn't lend itself easily to describing the ways in which, in the context of "aesthetic knowing," movement and stillness, separateness and wholeness, the instant and the infinite, the particular and the universal, can appear virtually identical.  Aesthetic knowing is non-analytically de-constructionist by its very nature. In this way of knowing, there is non-identity with a particular perception and the absence of discontinuity between observer and observed

        Louise Gluck (1994) distinguishes between the "self-flattering" choice of risk and darkness, "presumably the choice of the harrowingly real over the decorous artful," and the radically different willingness to be open to "the ambivalent, complex, and truly dangerous" (p.56) that is characteristic of what she calls "poetic intelligence."  She writes: 
 
 

     Poetic intelligence lacks . . . focused investment in conclusion, being naturally  wary of its own assumptions.  It derives its energy from a willingness to discard conclusion . . . , its willingness, in fact, to discard anything. . . . This flexibility, and this intensity of purpose, give the eerie steadiness of mind Emily Dickinson has; even poets who stray wildly, intentionally, display such steadiness, since its essence is attentiveness to the path of thought.  Nor is this egotism: thought, liberated of pre-conception, has nothing to do with self  (p. 95). 

        Within the context of the dominant cultural discourses, opening space for the experience of "what is" can certainly be perceived as "truly dangerous." From both "conservative" and "radical" perspectives, it can appear that such open space will threaten either the status quo or the impetus toward change by allowing uncertainty and complexity.  In actual experience, however, aesthetic knowing reveals a "steadiness of mind" that can contain "wild" uncertainty and complexity. The creative actions that emerge from this kind of knowing tend toward a more inclusive level of harmony. For example, leaders such as Martin Luther King have reported the occurrence of moments of feeling totally overwhelmed by the complexity of what they are facing. King turned in such moments to a "spiritual" source of knowing which not infrequently led to an immediate clarity of perception and action. 

3. Self-authoring takes a radically different form in the context of poetic intelligence than it does in prevailing cultural discourses about the nature of self and the nature of authorship. 

        The form of authoring that is experienced by the artist (whether poet, musician, painter, sculptor, novelist, social activist, or scientist) is typically described as instrumental and participatory.  In other words, the perceptions and actions that emerge in the context of undivided attentiveness appear to move into and through and outward from consciousness as though the organism were a musical instrument being played by something outside itself to which it must be highly sensitive. To situate this in personal experience, for example, I am aware that when "I" get out of my own way as a therapist, presenter, writer, friend, or social activist, I experience the way in which intelligence keeps operating if I do nothing more or less than give it my undivided attention. When I become concerned with whether or not it will keep operating, and with my own image in this process, it is as though the "I" is plugging up the instrument. 

  In Harland's Half Acre, David Malouf describes Harland's experience as an artist: 
 
 

     Each night he drew what was in front of him: a child's head heavy with sleep, a plate of scraps, a cheese dish and cover, a petrol lamp and the shadows it threw up to bare rafters, the light as it fell on his father's hair or on the man's knee where it was drawn up under him, and fell differently on the rucked material of his trousers and on the bare foot--always the same objects, familiar but different. 
    
       It wasn't the objects themselves he was concerned with, though they too had their burden of feeling for him and their own dense reality.  

      He smoothed the sheet of paper in his hand (it was clean enough) and considered. 

        Whiteness.  That alone was enough to take your breath away.  It was the source of all possibility, an infinity of objects and occasions. 
     
         The page was his mind and contained everything that was in his mind and which waited there to be brought forth.  Hidden beneath it was the world.  He had only to let things emerge, to let his hand free them: . . . The page and his mind could become one, and what they contained was the infinite plentitude of things that was Creation, in which all things were equal; their equality, and the possibility of their springing into immediate existence, guaranteed by his recognition of them and by the space he had prepared and would let them fill. 
 
         He sat very still and contemplated what was before him.  It seemed to him that he had understood something important; that his hand, almost without him, had made a great discovery (1983; pp. 29, 30; italics mine). 
 


 
  Consider a man felling a tree with an axe.  Each stroke of the axe is modified or corrected, according to the shape of the cut face of the tree left by the previous stroke.  This self-corrective (i.e., mental) process is brought about by a total system, tree-eyes-brain-muscles-axe-stroke-tree; and it is this total system that has the characteristics of immanent mind.  More correctly, we should spell the matter out as: (differences in tree) - (differences in retina) - (differences in brain) - (differences in muscles) - (differences in movement of axe) - (differences in tree), etc.  What is transmitted around the circuit is transforms of differences.  And, as noted above, a difference which makes a difference is an idea or unit of information. But this is not how the average Occidental sees the event sequence of tree felling.  He says, "I cut down the tree" and he even believes that there is a delimited agent, the "self," which performed a delimited "purposive" action upon a delimited object (p.318). 

       This concept of mind as immanent (vs. transcendent) in continually creative and interacting feedback loops is immensely useful in clarifying the distinction between self-authoring in the context of poetic intelligence and self-authoring within the traditional formulation of the self.  In the latter case the human being perceives him/herself as acting on the world.  In the former the experience is rather one of giving oneself over attentively and actively to a participatory process which is trustworthily intelligent and creative.  It appears that only by removing one's consciousness from self-consciousness, self-referencing, and self-evaluating can one function optimally.  In the example of the man cutting down the tree, attentiveness to the process in its entirety is all that's relevant. 

        In this experience of attentiveness, people frequently observe that translating what works in the moment into fixed knowledges can interfere with the essential movement of intelligence. Intelligence appears to require not knowing.

4.  In its opening of space, the poem embraces nothingness

        The young Frank Harland experiences the "whiteness" of the page/mind as an infinitude of possibilities on which creation takes place "almost without him." The "whiteness" of no-thing and not knowing is experienced as foundational to creative expression. Harland describes this experience as profoundly satisfying, but a radical disequilibrium that can be experienced by the mind when there is a chosen or unchosen shattering of assumed knowledges and ways of knowing.  T.S. Eliot addresses this reality in the last segment of  Four Quartets with these lines,  
 

"I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you/. . . and wait without hope . . ./ And what you do not know is the only thing you know" (1943; p.201).   

        The experience described here is passive in the sense that the artist "lets things emerge," experiences the possibility of "their springing into immediate existence," allows his mind and hand to work "almost without him." The poet/artist experiences multiple dimensions of experiencing, observing, and constituting as an unfragmented flow in which the choice to be attentive in the context of nothing-already-existing (the white paper) and the choice to allow the movement of the organism (Harland's hand) in accurate response to this attention is what is required for "authorship." This instrumental, participatory authoring however, is both passive and active, receptive and intentional.  It requires the enormous energy of attentiveness and the formulation in action of the fruits of that attentiveness. 

        In one passage in his essay, C.K. Williams distinguishes the self-authoring evidenced in the poem from the self-authoring evidenced in the narrative. What the poet has undergone, he states, in contending with form "is not something that happens to the poem's content; rather it is the poet's actual self, his or her ultimate reality, which is the material of the poem's artifice. There is a self-making involved in this struggle, but it is of a radically different sort from that which afflicts the characters, and, . . . possibly the readers of novels. . . . Poetry induces the mind into involving itself entirely in an awareness of its formal striving, and in doing so, demands that the mind realize as much as it can its own entire nature. The poem offers the mind . . . a way to experience itself objectively, by participating in something which draws it beyond its own . . . capabilities, and still refers in the most concrete way to these capabilities" (1995; pp. 22, 23). It seems to me that what Williams is describing here abstractly is precisely what Malouf is illustrating in his description of Frank Harland's experience as an artist. The sense of being drawn beyond the mind's capabilities, the sense of objectivity and entirety, are central aspects of "poetic intelligence."         

       In his classic essay on "The Cybernetics of Self," Gregory Bateson (1972; ) describes  the prevailing cultural and linguistic error in our conception of self and mind: 
 
 

"I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you/. . . and wait without hope . . ./ And what you do not know is the only thing you know" (1943; p.201). 

Historically,  paradigm shifts in the way we personally or culturally organize experience and formulate meanings have taken place slowly and often painfully against the resistance of the external or internalized status quo. These shifts take place more freely and flexibly when our foundational assumptions allow for the emptiness, the darkness, the whiteness, the nothingness which is often experienced when we "step off the edge" of the familiar and particularly off  the edge of the prevailing cultural/linguistic practice of assuming a representational "reality." 

A colleague of mine became a poet for the first time this year after a series of events which she experienced as near catastrophic including the unexpected loss of her husband to another woman. She described her experience with these words (followed by one of her poems): 

        This year was a year of suffering.  I called it the four D's: Divorce, Death, Disease, and Destruction.  I found that if I struggled against the pain, it just got worse.  If I tried to push it away, it came back in ever increasing waves.  So what I learned was to go inside it, to go into the "cauldron."  It seemed to burn its way through--sometimes in a few hours, sometimes only after several days.  And what kept coming out on the other side was poetry.  I'd never written poetry in my life, but there it was.  Now I sometimes worry that this creative edge won't last. 
 
 

Life at Fifty 

The children are gone, 
husband too, leaving me 
in time unknown 
before. 
Beauty of my body changing, 
deepening like the 
smile lines of my eyes. 
Emotions full tilt, 
I eat my pain 
as it becomes the 
burning, cleansing 
fire within. 
Deep sorrow the bedrock 
of the promise of 
sheerest joy - 
 Hand-in-hand. 
Spirit encompassing, 
gorging its self on the 
wing, fangs, claws 
and sinews of nature. 
Rocks reveal my soul. 
Moon illuminates the 
depths of my craters 
and still darkness 
seizes the shadowed cavern walls. 
My only job - to know all this 
and speak in time 
as never before. 

        It is interesting that she writes here of "knowing all this" and "speaking in time."  It is a fact that life must be lived in time and actions are necessarily founded on knowledges, however fleeting. Her fear of losing the "creative edge," however, may be based on the erroneous assumption that creativity is lodged within the person and can go away. The alternative perspective of "poetic intelligence" is that creativity and intelligence are inherent in the structural fit of relational existence. When we experience this, joy is virtually an inevitable response

5. The inspiration, intent and effect of the poem is an inclusive "radiance." 

        "Radiance" is the word C. K. Williams uses in his essay: "A radiance beyond all social and interpersonal insufficiencies, . . . defined by "an amplitude that asks for nothing beyond itself" (1995; p. 14).  Whitman states in his 1847 notebook that "the test of a poem" is "how far it can elevate, enlarge, purify, deepen, and make happy the attributes of the body and soul of a man." In other words, how much radiance it can convey and evoke. 

        The poet makes of experience a metaphor (from the Greek, "meta-pherein," "to carry beyond"). This experience of "carrying (or being carried) beyond" the event itself to that which is "hidden beneath" (see Malouf quote above) is both impetus and result (cause and effect) of the poetic (i.e. creative) act. Mary Oliver's poem, "Writing Poems" (1988; p.70) describes and demonstrates the way in which the creative act results from the creator meeting the readiness of an endless flow of already-existing creative energy. The poem celebrates the "structural coupling" (to borrow Maturana & Varela's phrase; see 1987) in which the hunger of the maker is dependably fed because of the very nature of existence itself. 
 
 

This morning I watched 
the pale green cones of the rhododendrons 
opening their small pink and red blouses - 
the bodies of the flowers 
were instantly beautiful to the bees, they hurried 
out of that dark place in the thick tree 
one after another, an invisible line 
upon which their iridescence caught fire 
as the sun caught them, sliding down. 
Is there anything more important 
than hunger and happiness? Each bee entered 
the frills of a flower to find 
the sticky fountain, and if some dust 
spilled on the walkways of the petals 
and caught onto their bodies, I don't know 
if the bees know that otherwise death 
is everywhere, even in the red swamp 
of a flower. But they did this 
with no small amount of desperation -you might say love 
And the flowers, as daft as mud, poured out their honey. 
 

        The "self" of the bee (of the poet, of the person) is that of an agentive participant.  The "structural coupling" of this agentive participation with a reality that is fitting to it allows for a way of being in the world that it is radically different from  that which is described by a discourse in which self and mind are experienced as what Bateson describes as "transcendent."  Oliver describes a reality in which the drive of the creative organism encounters the presence of an outside world in which each is constituted by the other, both feeding and fed.

        Tom Anderson spoke recently of how, "the center of the person is not in the person, but outside - in the conversation and connection" (1994; p.15). The poet reveals the immanent and dynamic nature of person-in-relationship to world. The "I" of the poem, the "I" that "puts Chaos into fourteen lines," that "sings of itself," (Whitman) that "leans against the sun" (Emily Dickinson), that "holds so much goodness" (Whitman) is not an individual "I," but the articulation of the experience of self-in-world.  "In all people I see myself," Whitman wrote, "none more and not one a barleycorn less." And in the same poem ("Song of Myself"), he writes with awesome grandiosity: "Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touched from;/ The scent of these arm-pits is aroma finer than prayer,/ The head is more than churches or bibles or creeds" (Whitman; 1993).

The experience of agentive participation, as conscious self-in-world, is inherently radiant. The poet allows her love affair with the world to exist, not in spite of the mundane or the tragic, not in spite of failure and betrayal and loss, but with all of it in the embrace of consciousness: 
 
 

Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, 
The vapor from the nostrils of death, 
I know I was even there. . . . I waited 
Unseen and always. . . 
Long I was hugged close. . . long and long. . . 
I hear and behold God in every object, 
yet I understand God not in the least, 
Nor do I understand who there can be 
more wonderful than myself. 
                                    (Whitman, 1993; p. 139) 
 

Radiance, then, appears to be a natural aspect of fully relational living (self-in-world; self-with-other).  In a recent article, Winnie Tomm (1994) describes the "erotic energy" integral to the dialogic nature of intimacy.  When there is a "permeable self" in which openness to the experience of the other and disclosure of one's own experience operate interactively, the emergent dialogue is an act of love.  The dialogic self  lives in wonder.  An attitude of wondering opens space for dialogue, and the dialogue in turn expands the sense of wonder.  The root "dia" means "through" and "logos" is the "word" or the "meaning." In "dialogue," there is an experience of shared and co-created meanings flowing through the interactive process.  We appear to be naturally dialogic and dialectic selves, not only verbally and not only with another human being, but in the moment by moment experiencing of a relational, participatory existence.

Applications to family and individual therapy:         

The five aspects of poetry addressed here are revealed in theories and practices of therapy since its historical beginnings. This article in no way does justice to these many contributions to our collective thinking. The primary question it addresses is: Does the metaphor of poetry complement the narrative metaphor in a useful way? If what distinguishes poetry from narrative is introduced and allowed more consciously in the therapy session, what does that mean?        

        In my experience, the forms and practices that optimize space for "poetic intelligence" to function in myself, in my clients and in the interactive process include the nine characteristics listed below.  There is substantial theoretical agreement in regard to the first four of these. I mention them because I experience them as difficult achievements that require ongoing commitment and considerable skill. The last five are less emphasized in the training of psychotherapists. They are all variations on the theme of focusing attention exclusively on the present experience precisely as Malouf describes in the analogous experience of the artist with his white page, the subject as it reveals itself in the moment, and the creative act as it reveals itself unpredictably through the artist's hand. This way of thinking is in radical contradiction to the prevailing orientation toward assessments, goals, and results. Harland (the artist) doesn't plan his painting; he lets it unfold. In the practice of unfoldment the artist/therapist/client is attentive and active, but is not managing the process. It is this distinction which is at the core of the poetic (vs. narrative) metaphor. The meaning of this distinction in practice is clarified in two case examples. 
 
 

1. Highly attentive and reflective listening; 
2. The suspension of judgement, certainty, agreement, 
    disagreement, all fixed notions of truth - as I (we) do this listening; 
3. A movement into the experience of the "other"(s) that requires what 
    Martin Buber described as "the most intensive stirring" of my own 
    being (Buber, 1988, p.71); 
4.  Assistance to everyone present in translating what Whitman called 
    the "idioms" of each for the understanding of the other (see Snyder, 
    1995); 
5. A cherishing and celebration of the immediate and ordinary moments 
    of our simply being together in this time and space; 
6. An ongoing removal of self-consciousness from this process; 
7. Whenever possible, the subordination of concern with outcomes, 
    solutions, and triumphing over circumstances or problems - to 
    attention, awareness, and wonder; 
8. A sense that attentive dialogue itself is often the "solution"; 
9. A readiness for surprise, for what Malouf called the "hidden poetic," 
   for the "truth" that comes upon us, that shatters assumptions, and 
   radically re-organizes reality.  

Two examples from couple therapy: 

        In the following case examples, the five aspects of the poetic metaphor described above are revealed both by the clients and by myself.  In particular, I am conscious in these sessions of doing little more than preserving the forms and practices that create space in my own consciousness and the consciousness of my clients One: Andrew and Anna: 

        Andrew is an artist who has been coming with his wife, Anna, to see me for marital therapy.  In the sessions prior to the one described below I had taught them a structure for attentive listening to one another (see Snyder, 1995). They had been struggling with a variety of issues, but the issues of course were not the cause of the impasse. A theme that frequently emerged was Anna's concern with Andrew's anger and depression, and the way in which he experienced her concern as critical and controlling. In one particular session Anna shared with Andrew her concerns about his marijuana use. This is what Andrew wrote later about that session: 
 
 

Dear Mel: 
        When you asked if I might share one of my recent experiences in therapy I wasn't sure if I could articulate any of it.  And yet when I began the process of trying to define the "experience" I was surprised how easily thoughts came to me.  It was not unlike the experience itself, which seemed to come quietly and without effort.  I define the experience as a shift in the way I view my life, and yet it was more a realization of something that always was. 
        I believe that being involved in psychotherapy with the loving support of family and friends is an important part of reaching an inner place where realizations about one's self can occur.  I have also benefited from daily affirmations that stress the importance of living in the present and developing a trust in one's own personal power to achieve fulfillment. 
        I remember the precise moment that my realizations occurred.  It was during a therapy session that included my wife, and she was expressing some of her perceptions of my behavior.  A light being turned on or a curtain lifting might describe the experience, although I also remember being totally certain that I had somehow changed, and that I would never lose this feeling of being different.  I knew at once that this realization would not require conscious effort to maintain. 
        As a direct result of this realization I was able to actively pursue a change in my career path as well as overcome an addiction I had suffered with for over 20 years.  Such dramatic changes would seem to require a catalyst equally dramatic in nature, and yet as I mentioned before, this realization came from an inner place of quiet and peace.  It occurred to me that the time was right, but I also felt that I had no control over what might occur or when.  I wished for a change in the seemingly endless cycles of my life, which is what brought me into therapy in the first place.  But what was responsible for this particular change at this particular time is not clear to me. 
        I don't doubt that every experience of my life up to that moment and beyond was essential to reaching this point.  As a result, I am not burdened by regrets of any kind, such as "why did it take so long," or "if I had only done this or that."  I believe this to be an important aspect of my experience, and useful in creating a safe atmosphere in which awareness can occur. 
                                        Sincerely, 
                                        Andrew 
 

        With perhaps a certain emotional investment in being useful, I was em." She had been wanting Andrew to change in all the ways her list reflects since the onset of marriage therapy. But her emotional reactions to his ways of being had been problematic for him. They had felt to him like "her problem," and he had experienced them as judgmental, non-empathic, closing space. Before the change in Andrew, Anna had been practicing a way of speaking and listening that was more invitational. Since the change occurred, she has continued on this path.        

      The narrative aspects of their lives continue. But the context of that narrative and Andrew's identity as a protagonist in that narrative shifted radically in one clear moment of recognition. Michael White speaks of "forgotten knowledges." Although Andrew's experience felt totally new to him, his description and particularly the metaphor of a curtain lifting suggests that something has been veiling a recognizable reality. The narrative task, as White clarifies, is to nurture those knowledges when they appear to us. 

Two: Judy and Ted: 

        Judy and Ted had been married for less than a year when they separated.  At the time of the separation, they were both experiencing considerable emotional pain and began coming to me for couple therapy for several months before the sessions described below.  Two weeks before the session described below, Ted had decided that he needed to end the relationship because it appeared to him that Judy was unwilling or unable to respond adequately to his needs. Judy set up the session described below when she was experiencing the grief of losing Ted.  The night before the session had been an eventful one.  I have reconstructed Judy's words from my session notes, and asked her to edit them for accuracy.        
 
 

I don't know how to explain what's happened, but something's different.  I had been struggling and trying, and now I'm letting go.  It feels like the tension's gone, and there's just a blending of two different people.  After Ted decided it would be better to end our relationship, I wrote him several notes, wishing him happiness even if it turned out to be with another person, but also letting him know about my happy memories with him.  He wrote me a couple of notes and he was blaming me. But that was different too.  It was like I understood his pain.  I didn't accept the blame, but I didn't exactly feel upset by it either. In one of his notes, he listed a bunch of things that he said I had and that he wanted back.  One of them was a blue blanket.  I didn't remember a blue blanket and I knew I didn't have it, so I went out and bought a really nice one.  And I put it in a big box with the other things, and I decided I wanted to take it to his house and give it to him.  It felt good to get him this blue blanket.

When I came to his door with the box, he invited me to come in and see his Christmas tree. I was reluctant, but I did.  It was a huge pinion tree, a live one.  I don't even know how he got it in there.  Our first Christmas together, last year, right after we were married, we'd been too busy to do much, but we bought a small live tree and decorated it with a few little things.  Ted had five or so little decorations on this great big gnarled, funny shaped tree.  He said he got the idea from what we'd done.  There were his stocking and his son's stocking hanging on the fireplace.  It just moved me a lot.  It was so Ted.  We began feeling very passionate and Ted wanted me to go upstairs with him to the bedroom.  I told him that I didn't know if I could; it might make it hurt too much, saying good-bye.  But we love each other; we just do.  It's not exactly like there's a choice.  It's more like birth and death; it just is that way.  He asked me to stand outside the bedroom door and he carried me over the threshold.  He said he'd never gotten to do that and he wanted to do it.  Then he wanted to do it again.  He had me stand outside the door again and he carried me over again.  We cried and cried last night; we kept crying.  One of my favorite stories has always been The Christmas Carole, and the part where Scrooge wakes up and it's Christmas morning and he's not dead.  That's the way I feel. I'm wearing the ring again.  And I'm never going to take it off until he tells me to.  I don't think I'm crazy. I say that because this is so different, the way I feel. 

Something's happened that's different.  Somewhere along the line I felt his pain.  I know he loves me and I know he wants it to be good.  My mother and father will probably say, 'Poor girl, why is she doing this again?'  They will remember how much pain I was in from Ted's way of seeing me, his accusations, his blaming.  But I see Ted differently; I see our relationship differently.  There's a deep acceptance of the way it is.  I don't mean acceptance like from now on no disagreements, no differences, no difficulties.  I mean acceptance like I just see him the way he is and I love him completely and I know he loves me. 

My comments (scattered throughout and re-constructed here from memory): 
 
 

     That seems amazing, that difference.  It's as though you were going along inside one way of organizing yourself and your life, moving from point A to point B by trying and by struggling to maintain the balance between meeting other people's needs (like Ted's ) and meeting your own.  I remember that we talked about the progress you were making in noticing your own needs, and speaking them without letting your guilt or Ted's possible hurt or anger inhibit you.  The people close to you were supporting you in your efforts to assert your own needs, speak your own perspective, claim 'space' for yourself.  When you felt the loss of Ted, it appears that you shifted (without effort) into a wider way of feeling and thinking, a wider way of organizing your life.  This way of seeing Ted and yourself and your life feels so different, that it feels like you have to say 'I don't think I'm crazy,' especially since your mother and father and some of your friends might see you as acting crazy. 

        Over the course of the next three weeks, Ted and Judy first moved back together and then decided to get a divorce. During this time they continued in therapy. What was remarkable was that Judy never veered from the foundational change that had occurred in her feelings. In our last session, Judy and Ted said good-bye to each other. Both cried as they spoke of the meaning this relationship had had in their lives. The reasons for their choice to divorce are somewhat complex and I will only discuss them minimally here. Ted was the one who felt that his needs could not be met in this relationship. Ted's marriage to Judy was his third. He is beginning to look at how unmet needs for intimacy in his childhood have created deep longings for someone who can meet these needs more fully now, as well as difficulty trusting love when these specific needs are not getting met. At this time, however, he sometimes holds the belief that somehow he has not yet found the right woman. Judy and Ted hugged each other for a long time at the end of our last session. He turned to me with tears in his eyes and said, "I didn't get to say good-bye to my first two wives." I plan to stay in contact with both Ted and Judy in the months to come. 

        What pertains to this article was the dramatic difference between the feelings that had accompanied the earlier separation and the feelings that accompanied this final one. In addition to the totality of her love for Ted, Judy also observed that she no longer experienced the tendency to defend or justify the ways in which her own needs and desires came into conflict with Ted's at times, or to condemn the fact that he found the extent of this reality unacceptable. The issue that had caused their initial separation remained the same. What shifted was the perceptual "ground" from which Judy saw this issue and Ted's experience of that shift. 
 

Discussion of vignettes

        It seems to me that both these vignettes reveal what I am describing in the distinction between narrative and poetry as metaphors.  In particular a shift in consciousness/action, as a single integrated process, occurred for both Andrew and Judy that it would be difficult to attribute to their authoring, at least as we usually conceptualize that word.  I am not suggesting in any way that the radical changes they each experienced were authored by some metaphysical entity.  I think its authoring is more in the nature of the way mind works when it is given enough internal and external support to work optimally and/or when it becomes weary of the "endless cycles" of the narrative in which it is caught. 

        In these endless cycles, intelligence is not free to work, but clearly it also must in a certain sense be available because at an unpredicted, unexpected moment intelligence is able to function outside of those cycles.  It is as though both Andrew and Judy watched this happen rather than that they made it happen. 

       Another aspect of  both Andrew's and Judy's experience is the difference between this type of immediate awareness and plotted resistance to a dominant story. In the moment of recognition, nothing is being overcome or triumphed over.  A counter plot is not being sequentially developed as an alternative to a dominant plot.  There is an effortlessness to the experience that is notable, at the same time that there is energy, attentiveness, and activity. In the absence of resistance to what is externally and internally, there is an extraordinary inclusiveness.  Both Andrew and Judy saw their own and their partner's "flaws" with as much or greater clarity than before, but they saw them differently; they experienced them as interesting challenges to explore and relate to constructively rather than as problems.         

As the therapist with both these couples, I noticed the need to keep freeing myself of my own habit of thinking of story as the primary metaphor for the lived life.  By this I mean that I observed in myself not only the habit of particular stories such as the psychoanalytic stories and systemic stories in which I have been trained, but also the habit of storying itself as it exists culturally.  It seemed to me that what was most critical was my commitment to the "white page," the empty space on which creation keeps occurring. The stories are necessary and inevitable in the same way that Harland's perception of  what he was drawing was necessary and inevitable, but the experience of the open space in which creative intelligence takes place is "meta" to the stories that unfold in that space.         

As I read David Malouf's novel Harland's Half Acre during the last month, I noticed repeatedly that what drew me was not the plot.  There was no eagerness to find out what happened next in the story line, the motive which often keeps people enthralled in novels.  What drew me was the quality of Malouf's attention, a quality which it seems to me is the essence of love. There is the continual experience of "basking" in this novel, basking in the  presence of the present.  In a certain sense, Andrew and Anna and Judy and Ted have embarked on the valuable possibility of creating alternative plot lines.  But in a more foundational sense, they (and I) have embarked on an anti-plot journey in which the dominant cultural story about the necessity of plot is missing. Additionally, as both Andrew and Judy observe, the usual way of thinking about choice and "authorship" of one's life is experienced as different when the story of one's life is built moment by moment in the freshness of attention to what is.  The journey is not only anti-plot, but anti-protagonist as well.  The experience is closer to one of feeling moved, as Frank Harland describes in the passage quoted above, than of moving oneself.  And yet a high level of intelligence, energy, and activity is being accessed.  And commitments, plans, directions are continually being created and co-created.  A story is unfolding.        

        In an article that appeared in Therapeutic Conversations, David Epston (1993; pp.161-177) describes his work with a young girl who has suffered from encropesis. He writes a letter after their first session in which he encourages her to "out sneak Sneaky Poo" and continue to notice clues for how to do this. But when she comes back to see him, she is completely cured. She later describes to him how this happened by comparing it to the way in which Helen Keller understood herself differently when she grasped what Annie Sullivan was writing in her hand. She attributes the change in herself to the way in which David helped her see herself differently. And the change was virtually instantaneous (i.e. the curtain lifted). The context of her life shifted so that change itself did not take time. Jiddu Krishnamurti (see Krishnamurti & Bohm, 1985) refers frequently to this phenomenon in which change as freedom from conditioned thought does not take time. 

Final words; Externalizing both the problem and freedom from the problem: 

        As Epston and White (1992) have stated, the practice of externalization is central to narrative therapy as they have conceptualized it.  Although this concept is present elsewhere in the history of philosophy and psychology, the prevailing practices of psychotherapy have been to identify the person with the problem.

        One also finds in the history of human thought, the externalization of a source of freedom from a "problem-saturated" identity and existence. For example, I grew up as a Quaker with the concept of the "inner light," a source of awareness and clarity that is not  lodged within a person, but which is accessible in consciousness. In poetry, as described above, we discover frequent reference to, and participation in, this source of aware intelligence. Yet one could accurately say, I think, that the prevailing practice of psychotherapy is to identify the person with the solution.        

        The question which this article addresses is whether there is a an alternative to the conditioned brain that is not simply an alternative conditioning in which the "I" removes itself from one story and constructs another.  This alternative is expressed by Krishnamurti (1991) as the necessity of bringing the "I" process to an end. When you observe without the separation of observer and observed, he states, "you will find that perception has its own action"(p.30).  In poetry, as defined by Malouf and others, in the actual immediacy of consciousness that poetry describes and reflects, we experience freedom from fragmentation, from conditioning, and from the internalization of oppressive discourses (including the discourse of an imagined and imaged self as an entity separate from the self's movement in world).  In the fullness of attention, we experience a sense that "reality" comes to us in clear acts of recognition that transform our ways of feeling, thinking, and acting.  Although it requires the energy of attentiveness to stay available to these acts of recognition, this attentiveness is experienced as radically different from developing a counter-conditioning or an alternative story.  Instead, acts of living appear to emerge from attentiveness itself. 

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