Dancing at the Border




Reality                              -                      Dream
Centre                               -                      Periphery
Consolidation                   -                      Exploration
Known                              -                      Unknown





Imaginative art forfeits interpretation and calls instead for a comparable act of imagination.

Your dream evokes a dream in me, mine in you - not literally as such, not mutual sharing and confession (which loses the image in personal subjectivism) - but dream as reveries, fantasy, imaginative response, a piece of soul-making whose aim is not hermeneutic, not a gesture of understanding.

Along the mirrored border one does not hear the language of meaning; understanding each other is not the aim and so translation falls away. There is instead a miming dance back and forth of the border guards, the greetings of images, exchange of gifts, ceremonies.

[James Hillman]
Healing Fiction, p.30





Whilst watching Synecdoche: New York I became aware that I was looking for a message; or rather, the message.

'What is this all about?' a worried voice within me urged. 'What can it all mean? ... maybe becoming aware of looking for a message is in fact the message ... '

Synecdoche is a bewildering experience, due in part to the way it consistently pulls the rug from under your feet, time and again denying the passive comfort of an overarching 'message' to make sense of things.

It made me think of how often we watch a film with this expectation; that, when the film ends, we will have had some kind of truth imparted to us: from the film - the active party, the one with something to say, something to tell - to us, the student, eager to receive.

Which isn't to say that Synecdoche is lacking in truth; in fact, the opposite seems to be the case - it feels like it is bursting with truths (as many truths as it has characters, which, including extras, is a lot), firing off in all directions, and often cancelling each other out.

Synecdoche is a time bomb for the mind, its detonation sending thoughts colliding into other thoughts in an ever-increasing flurry of synapses. It left me feeling excited and full of energy and ideas.

Through refusing to pin down a meaning, to point towards one path and say 'here, this is it!', it entertained possibilities, allowing the mind to explore numerous avenues of thought. Its possibilities engendered discussion, and the chance of more doors being flung open.

Its characters think, but they think for themselves, not for us. In this sense, the creation of meaning is in our hands; fiction compelling fiction.

Psychologist James Hillman describes this refusal to pin down meaning - to make it practical - as 'entertaining ideas': "For ideas to be therapeutic, that is, beneficial to the soul and body politic, they must gather into themselves, garnering force, building strength, like great movers of the mind's furniture, so that the space we inhabit is rearranged. Your thoughts, feelings, perceptions, memories have to move around in new ways, because the furniture has been moved."

The film facilitates this rearranging, providing the energy we may need for the move, whilst refusing to dictate what gets moved where: what we move, what we make, is our decision.





[What artists are doing is] going out into the unknown and representing it imaginatively. What does that painting mean? Well if the artist knew that he’d just write it down. The art is beyond what’s articulable; otherwise its not art, its just propaganda.

The artist and the dream are out on the frontier - that’s the open imagination. And so when you’re conceptualising new things, the dream and the imagination can bring you places that you don’t even know you can go.

[Jordan B. Peterson]
'2017 Personality Lecture 12: Phenomenology: Heidegger, Binswanger, Boss'






In a theatre, the audience is informed by the curtain and the framing of the stage that the action on stage is "only" a play [...] in dream, unless the sleeper be partly conscious of the fact of sleep, there is no curtain and no framing of the action. The partial negative - "This is only metaphor" - is absent.

I suggest that this absence of metacommunicative frames and the persistence in dream of pattern recognition are archaic characteristics in an evolutionary sense. If this be correct, then an understanding of dream should throw light both on how iconic communication operates among animals and on the mysterious evolutionary step from the iconic to the verbal.

Under the limitation imposed by the lack of a metacommunicative frame, it is clearly impossible for dream to make an indicative statement, either positive or negative.

As there can be no frame which labels the content as "metaphoric," so there can be no frame to label the content as "literal."

These characteristics of dream may be archaic, but it is important to remember that they are not obsolete:

that, as kinesic and paralinguistic communication has been elaborated into dance, music, and poetry, so also the logic of the dream has been elaborated into theatre and art.

[Gregory Bateson]
Steps to an Ecology of Mind ('Redundancy and Coding'), p.427-8






Walsh: Do you admire any living filmmakers?

Dumont: No, dead ones. I have a great admiration for the great filmmakers, for the poets; those who made of cinema a true art, cinema of poetry. I think of Bresson, Pasolini, Rossellini, people like that.

When I leave that sort of film I don't know what to think.

It takes me a long time to work over. The hour and a half in the cinema is not the end. Kiarostami is a great master.

These films nourish me for days, for years. Films that try to be spectacular, afterward, they leave you nothing

Walsh: Why do you make films?

Dumont: For that reason, to live. That is to say, not for money, but to make sense of things. To approach people, to reach people, to bring myself closer to them, to search: to live.

[Bruno Dumont]
Interview with David Walsh, full text here.





Asked why Anthology Film Archive has survived when so many other underground and alternative venues have been taken over and closed down, Mekas says 'It's because we are crazy! Everybody else had a more sensible way of thinking than us. They were practical, so they are no longer here.'

It's a vital thought. It reminds me why I keep trying to mess up my head with art.

It's art, rather than life, that keeps me crazy. And only the crazy survive.

[Momus]
Taken from his essay, 'Edinburgh 2002'





Of Miller's many and complex contributions, I want to single out his method. For it is less his assiduous scholarship, the research and ideas drawn from it, but the simultaneous deliteralizing of the scholarship and ideas by means of Adler's "junktim," the metaphor, the verbal juxtaposition, off-reversals and odd-combinations of thoughts, fields, and periods, especially through humour, that allows a sense of fiction to shine through every sentence.

His style opens into a psychotherapeutic method of intellect because it is a seriousness that prevents the ego's literal earnestness.

He attempts a poiesis of the borderline trying to keep the mind from breaking into divisions called sane and insane.

[James Hillman]
Healing Fiction, p.116





Andreyev: One of the things that fascinated me when I was a teenager is that I would be listening to a piece that might be extremely short, that might be two minutes long, but I would not be able to comprehend it. And that fascinated me, the idea that I would not be able to comprehend a piece of music. Obviously that has something to do with my personality, because not everybody is going to be fascinated by a piece of music that they find impenetrable.

Peterson: […] It’s a lovely thing to experience when you listen to something complex, say the fifth or sixth time, and pieces of it start to fall together. I had that experience with Bach’s ‘Well-tempered Clavier’ which I had to listen to maybe twenty times before I had anything remotely like enjoyment as a consequence. And that clicking together of those patterns also seems to be beautiful in some sense. Its like you meet the music with your understanding, and in that meeting […] is that tremendous revelation of beauty, and depth, and harmony […] it’s life-affirming.

Andreyev: I would say that being open to the possibility that you could enjoy something, even though its difficult going the first few times you listen to it, is probably a key aspect.

Peterson: That brings me back to this ‘contract’ between the composer and the listener. I think what stops a lot of people - and I would include myself in that, particularly with regard to avant-garde art - is that in order to put in the time and effort that would be necessary for me to understand and appreciate something like the ‘Well-tempered Clavier’ say, I have to trust that there’s actually something there and that I’m not just having the wool pulled over my eyes and that I’m some kind of fool.

The problem with a lot of avant-garde - at least the potential problem - is that its very difficult to dismiss the notion that you’re being played for a fool by tricksters and jokers and frauds. 

And of course you are more likely to be in that situation if you’re [approaching] something new. So I think part of people’s hesitancy and unwillingness to throw themselves into something that’s truly new is the suspicion that the emperor has no clothes and that they’re being played for a fool.

[Jordan Peterson and Samuel Andreyev]
'Interview with Composer Samuel Andreyev'





“I often think that the beauty of being an artist is that there’s no policing of fantasy, that the kind of liveness of the world is never calcified by art and, as precarious as the artist’s statement is, it at least suggests a sort of provisional way forward for thinking about the world at large.”

Artists are Sherlock Holmeses working on mysteries which are not criminal in nature but visual. And, like a Sherlock Holmes mystery, I expect their activities to save both themselves and me from boredom, and perhaps also from various kinds of soul-sapping anxieties, alienations and addictions.

The below-the-line / above-the-line tension [...] has always been particularly noticeable when mainstream media covers art. The comments under the Helen Marten Tateshot are familiar enough to be, unfortunately, exemplary. ATL (in the video itself, in other words) we get the statement that “there’s no policing of fantasy” [...] 

But below the line a very different tone prevails [...] BTL, the message is: art is bullshit designed for a 0.05% minority, The Shock of the New was published in 1981 and yet people are still trying to shock us with the new, “feck next year i should rub shit on a white canvess and call it shitty art” and — yes, that old chestnut! — “Remember the story about the emperor’s new clothes…?” (At least the apostrophe is in the right place.)

When Helen Marten talks about the world getting “calcified”, and art being a force that can keep our thinking supple, she means exactly this kind of sclerotic, reflexive dismissal, this kind of cliché-ridden, self-righteous conformism: the barking of the sheep.

In a Guardian interview about her Turner win she says that the exposure she’s had winning prizes “makes you realise that the art world as a whole is operating in a very hermetic bubble of sign language that is not necessarily generous to a wider public audience which is not initiated in that kind of language or visual information. Putting something here and seeing what the public perception of it is is very humbling and educational, it makes you think maybe my work is not universal, maybe the themes I’m employing are not immediately understandable.”

Personally, I hope that Marten isn’t too humbled, and doesn’t change her working methods. Art has a lot more to teach the BTL world than it has to learn from it, and the fact that BTL people are inherently resistant to education (believing that emperors are naked, bureaucrats post-factual and experts wrong) is not a reason why porous, curious and sensitive people — experts in their fields, no matter how esoteric — should buckle under, deciding to change themselves instead of changing the world. The bozos and bumpkins of this world may not know it, but they need bigger, better, less calcified heads.

[Momus]
Here





Anyone who proposes to manage the arts can claim at least this justification, that the arts are themselves ways of managing more primitive impulses.

Form is management: or if you want to think of it rhetorically, it is a paper chase in which the artist carefully drops bits of paper, arbitrarily, as it seems, but not sufficiently arbitrarily to prevent a competent initiate from picking up the trail and sensing the master’s direction.

The master, in other words, leads the initiate a dance that, seen from the vantage point of a successful conclusion, can be regarded as having been merry.

What more piquant, as a form of management, than that the manager should arouse one’s desires, frustrate them, thus intensifying them, and eventually relent sufficiently to satisfy them; ideally, just when the victim is on the point of deleting the whole episode, as in rage?

[Denis Donoghue]
The Arts Without Mystery, p. 82





In childhood, experience is relatively unalloyed by re-presentation: experience has ‘the glory and the freshness of a dream’, as Wordsworth expressed it.

Childhood represents innocence, not in some moral sense, but in the sense of offering what the phenomenologists thought of as the pre-conceptual immediacy of experience (the world before the left hemisphere has deadened it to familiarity).

How to recapture this in adulthood? Wordsworth's answer is given in his entire life's work: in and through poetry, which with its reliance on metaphor and implicit meaning allows the right hemisphere to circumvent the ordinary processes of everyday language which inevitably return us to the familiar, and reduce the numinous to the quotidian.

Language, a principally left-hemisphere function, tends, as Nietzsche said, to ‘make the uncommon common’: the general currency of vocabulary returns the vibrant multiplicity of experience to the same few, worn coins.

Poetry, however, by its exploitation of non-literal language and connotation, makes use of the right hemisphere's faculty for metaphor, nuance and a broad, complex field of association to reverse this tendency.

‘Poetry’, in Shelley's famous formulation, ‘lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar … It creates anew the universe, after it has been annihilated in our minds by the recurrence of impressions blunted by reiteration.’

[...] It was this authentic ‘presencing’ of the world that Romantic poetry aimed to recapture [...]

[Iain McGilchrist]
The Master and his Emissary, p. 359, 373, 378




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Soul-Making

Outside and inside, life and soul, appear as parallels in 'case history' and 'soul history.'

A case history is a biography of historical events in which one took part: family, school, work, illness, war, love. The soul history often neglects entirely some or many of these events, and spontaneously invents fictions and 'inscapes' without major outer correlations.

The experiences arising from major dreams, crises, and insights give definition to the personality. They too have 'names' and 'dates' like the outer events of case history; they are like boundary-stones which mark out one's own individual ground.

Case history reports on the achievements and failures of life with the world of facts. But the soul has neither achieved nor failed in the same way ... The soul imagines and plays - and play is not chronicled by report.

A love story is but an histoire, one of mille e tre, only the outer history of emotional events, like a crowd of yellow daffodils , unless it be recollected in tranquility, put through a psychological operation, such as the soul itself compels to - love letters, anxieties, poems, confidences, hazardous assignations, tumescent fantasies.

Dreams, visions, and feelings - so entirely inner and mine - have nothing to do with soul unless they oneiric fair, simply giveaways form the tunnel of love and the chamber of horrors unless they be put through the qualifying intelligence, the history-making of the psyche, sifted and weighted in the disciplined reflection of loving, of ritual, of dialectics, of an art - or of a psychological analysis with its therapeutic plot.
be recollected, recorded, entered into history. Inner images and feelings (so-called soul-stuff) are free for grabs, nightly at the

Outer means simply we are outside looking at it; it is closed in its factual literalism. This and this happened, and then this. Inner means we are taking it in; it is open to insight. Ingestion slows down the happenings for the sake of the chewing.

What we do not experience becomes only case material or world history, hastening the pace of events both in my soul and in the world. All haste comes from the devil, as an old saying goes, which psychologically means that one's devil is to be found in one's indigestion, in having more events than are experienced.

What we do experience by putting events through an imaginative process is taken off the streets of time and out of the ignorant sea of my mental turbulence. We beat the devil by simply standing still.

Or going backwards - regression belongs to the digestive mode of soul-making, so that a good deal of remembering, its pain, its shame, is recapitulation, revising the chapter again before it can close.

[James Hillman]
Healing Fiction, p.24, 27, 28

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Playing With Your Self

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Serious                              -                      Playful
Solid                                 -                       Liquid
Actuality                           -                       Potentiality
Closed                               -                      Open
Rest                                   -                      Motion


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We realize that what we like and what our tastes are don’t necessarily define the spirit of what we truly are deep down inside. And that we should have fun with our tastes.

Those pursuits—searching out songs, finding out about artists, or just experiences that entertain us, that delight us — that’s what makes life fun and worth living.

And I want us to remember how playful that should be. And the minute it starts to hold us back or feel stressful, or that we have to cling too hard to any one idea of ourselves, it’s just good to step back and kind of remember that it’s all just supposed to be fun. So I guess that means to not take things too seriously.

[Andrew WK]


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In the organizational context, Nevis saw resistance to change--for example, someone's refusing to "join in"--as an expression of the differentiation of opposites (polar differentiation) [...]

Seeing this resistance as an inner conflict - rather than just seeing the loner as being obstinate - the Gestalt practitioner has something to work with [...]

One could, for example, ask the individual to experiment with what it feels like to move in the direction of one pole or the other. In so doing, he can begin to see his resistance as a matter of choices, and become aware that he is being pulled in different directions by opposing (and equally valid) needs.

[Herb Stevenson]
'Paradox: A Gestalt Theory of Change'


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Do you believe you can know yourselves if you don't somehow construct yourselves? ... We can only know what we succeed in giving form to.

Ah, you believe only houses are constructed? I construct myself continually and I construct you, and you do the same.

And the construction lasts as long as the material of our feelings doesn't crumble and as long as the cement of our will lasts.

Why do you believe firmness of will is so highly touted, and constancy of feelings? The former has only to waver a little, and the latter has only to be altered by one degree or change ever so slightly, and it's goodbye to our reality! We realize immediately that it was only our delusion.

Firmness of will, then. Constancy of feelings. Hang on, hang on, to avoid these plunges into the void, to keep from encountering these unwelcome surprises.

But, oh! what fine constructions result.

[Luigi Pirandello]
One, No One & One Hundred Thousand, p.41, 42


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Sickness, in Pirandello as in many other great writers, is experienced as a situation in which all automatic behavior is suspended and the perceptive faculties, outside of the normal rules, seem to expand and see "with other eyes".

'One, No one and One Hundred Thousand'


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The Medicalisation of Everyday Life

Glossy magazines told stories about couples with relationship problems who went to their GP, and the GP didn’t understand their problem (the first paragraph of any medical story in the media). Then they went to the specialist, and he didn’t help either. But then they went to a private clinic. Here they did blood tests - hormone profiles, esoteric imaging studies of clitoral bloodflow - and then they understood. The solution was in a pill, but that was only half the story, and the diagnosis was almost more important: she had a mechanical problem. Rarely was there a mention of any other factors, that she was feeling tired from overwork, that he was exhausted from being a new father, or finding it hard to come to terms with the fact that his wife was now the milky mother of his children, and no longer the nubile sex vixen he first snogged on the floor of the student union building to the sound of Don’t You Want Me? by the Human League in 1983.

This is because we don’t want to talk about these issues, any more than we want to talk about social inequality, the disintegration of local communities, the breakdown of the family, the impact of employment uncertainty, changing expectations and notions of personhood, or any of the other complex, difficult factors that play into the apparent rise of antisocial behaviour in schools.

This wishful deafness to the clamour of reality reaches its purest form in our newfound obsession with food, as if it was the most important lifestyle risk factor for ill health, as if every technical detail should be devoured and acted on, for the promise of eternal zest. From the Daily Mail’s ongoing project to divide all the inanimate objects in the world into ones that either cause or cure cancer, to daytime television’s obsession with the healing power of this week’s magic berry, there is no end to this material. Should you believe it? No. I have demonstrated time and again how these claims are flawed in their own specific cases. But something more interesting is being ignored in the background.

The World Health Organisation’s Commission on the Social Determinants of Health reported this week, and it contained some chilling figures. Life expectancy in the poorest area of Glasgow - Calton - is 28 years less than in Lenzie, a middle-class area just eight miles away. That is a lot less life, and it isn’t just because the people in Lenzie are careful to eat goji berries for extra antioxidants, and a handful of brazil nuts every day, thus ensuring they’re not deficient in selenium, as per nutritionists’ advice.

People die at different rates because of a complex nexus of interlocking social and political issues including work life, employment status, social stability, family support, housing, smoking, drugs, and possibly diet, although the evidence on that, frankly, is pretty thin, and you certainly wouldn’t start there.

But we do, because it’s such a delicious fantasy, because it’s commodifiable and pushed by expert PR agencies, and in some respects this is one of the most destructive features of the whole nutritionist project, graphically exemplified by figures such as Dr Gillian McKeith PhD. Food has become a distraction from the real causes of ill health, and also, in some respects, a manifesto of rightwing individualism. You are what you eat, and people die young because they deserve it. You hear it from people as they walk past the local council estate and point at a mother feeding her child crisps: “Well, when you look at what they feed them,” they say, “it’s got to be diet, hasn’t it?” They choose death, through ignorance and laziness, but you choose life, fresh fish, olive oil, and that’s why you’re healthy. You’re going to see 80. You deserve it. Not like them.

Genuine public-health interventions to address the social and lifestyle causes of disease are far less lucrative, and far less of a spectacle, than anything a lifestyle magazine editor or television commissioner would dare to touch.

There is no glamour in “enabling environments” that naturally promote exercise, or urban planning measures that prioritise cyclists, pedestrians and public transport over the car. There are no votes, it seems, in reducing the ever-increasing inequality between senior executive and shop-floor pay. When do you ever hear about elegant ideas like “walking school buses”? Somewhere near you, a softly spoken public-health official has probably tried to interest your local paper in a story on them; presumably the latest urgent food-fad news left no space.

We love this stuff. It isn’t done to us, we invite it, and we buy it, because we want to live in a simple universe of rules with justice, easy answers and predictable consequences. We want pills to solve complex social problems like school performance. We want berries to stop us from dying and to delineate the difference between us and the lumpen peasants around us. We want nice simple stories that make sense of the world and if you make us think about anything else more complicated, we will open our mouths, let out a bubble or two, and float off - bored and entirely unphased - to huddle at the other end of our shiny little fishbowl eating goji berries.

[Ben Goldacre]
Bad Science, extract can be found here

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This is about people feeling like they’re out of control, and people’s reaction to unalterable fate. It’s about superstition, really.

People who work in professions where they believe they have no control over the outcome tend to be the most superstitious. Examples include coal miners, who perform all kinds of rituals before going underground, because the mine might explode. They see this as outside of their ability to do anything about it. Sports people are also very superstitious and again, this is because they believe they have no control over the outcome of the game.

If we believe we believe we have no control over an outcome, we tend to be superstitious. If we have no firm foundation of belief, we go a little crazy. All you have to do to control people is confuse them a little bit, and, as they flap about searching for truth, guide them where you want them to go.

What all the health scares have actually done is confused people into believing they have no control over their lives or their own well-being. And THAT’s why they believe popping pills can cure everything, including “syndromes” that don’t actually exist. In past societies, they might have performed a rain dance, or made a poultice out of eggs, chicken feathers and tar. Now we take a gelatine-coated pill. But there’s no real difference.

In some ways, medical doctors are guilty of propagating this. Doctors make no effort to explain WHY a pill works. Most doctors don’t even explain what they’re prescribing. Instead, from the patient’s point of view, they’re given a magical ticket, that they present to a shaman (a chemist), who then gives them magical food they must swallow that clears up their strep throat or make them stop feeling so depressed. They may as well touch wood every hour, or take a pill full of fish oil…

Doctors should work harder to explain what they’re doing, even if the patient is resistant (and I realise that most are) That should be part of a diagnosis session—an essential element of bedside manner. “You must understand what I am telling you.”

Once that’s done, people will be more resistant to quack cures, and made-up illnesses, because they will feel they are in control.

This is the big difference between now and 50 years ago. 50 years ago we felt we knew what was what. If you had a cold, you drank lemon and whiskey, and stayed in bed. You walked daily and ate an apple a day because “it’s good for the constitution”. We had a definite idea of what was good for us, even if sometimes it was off the mark. Nowadays we have no concrete idea of what’s good for us. One report says wine will slowly kills us. Another says that a glass a day will stop us dying of a heart attack. One report says fast food will kill us. Another says that a Big Mac a week is actually good for us. MMR jab? Good for our kids. Bad for our kids. Confusion reigns. Doctors sit idly by, smug in their ivory towers, with their head in order, and baffled as to why everybody elses’ head isn’t in order.

The bigger picture is about the nature of humanity, and how we respond to knowledge (and the lack of it). This is perhaps one of the biggest issues of our time as we have more and more knowledge, thanks partially to the Internet, but also thanks to the fact we’re living in a sci-fi universe when pretty much everything is possible.

[John Smith]
http://www.badscience.net/2008/09/the-medicalisation-of-everyday-life/

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