I had a conversation with a friend about Lacan and the end of the analysis. He sent me this:
"The end of analysis must be distinguished from the aim of psychoanalytic treatment.
The aim of treatment is to lead the analysand to articulate the truth about his or her desire.'
Read it here
I would say that this is the aim of literature as well. To seduce the reader to articulate, or at least to acknowledge the truth about his or her desire.
An important column by Kristof in Sunday's Times:
"Can’t we be a bit more self-aware when we dismiss conservatives as so cocky and narrow-minded that they should be excluded from large swaths of higher education?
Cocky? Narrow-minded? I suggest that we look in the mirror."
Read the article here.
It's always the others who are cocky and narrow-minded, to say the least. Yes, it's so hard to distinguish between moral convictions and self-love.
Ah, Stillmann is back. Adam Thirlwell on Stillman's latest movie "Love & Friendship":
"The injustice is Austen’s youthful lack of empathy for Lady Susan’s projects. For in Stillman’s world, our greatest vulnerability in society is to the judgments of others. “You can’t worry about what misinterpreters think,” someone says to Chloë Sevigny’s character in The Last Days of Disco—and this could be the slogan of Stillman’s oeuvre. Sure, the surface may be all frivolity and flippancy, a high bourgeois/aristocratic setting. Such archness and such a setting can make it easy to see these films as exercises in the unserious unserious. But Stillman’s gravity comes from the way he both understands the terrors of social relations—the pursuit of love and friendship—and also admires all strategies in artifice that might soften these terrors, subvert the tyranny of misinterpretation, and restore a version of utopia. Against the malice of the social, he places a range of tactics: optimism, elegance, tradition, invented selves and accents, the desperate maintenance of outmoded or contradictory ideals. So what if an ideal is absurd! And his highest ideal is eloquence."
Read the article here.
The judgment of others, that's the horror indeed. But it's an horror worth overcoming.
And if eloquence has become an ideal I will turn myself into an idealist.
Krav maga without AC -- I asked the trainer: "How are we going to survive the summer?"
He mumbled something, and then I remembered that he'd said: "In a street fight five seconds is a life time."
The summer was just another street fight.