BtZ: Pirate//Brown on Fantasy

Sat Mar 26 12:06:35 CDT 2016

That is the one. Not exactly the copy I have but close enough and
thanks for sending it.

In the same volume is Freud's essay on the Uncanny.

On Sat, Mar 26, 2016 at 12:36 PM, Jochen Stremmel <jstremmel at gmail.com> wrote:
> Do you mean this: http://users.uoa.gr/~cdokou/FreudCreativeWriters.pdf?
>
> 2016-03-26 17:17 GMT+01:00 ish mailian <ishmailian at gmail.com>:
>>
>>  In _On Creativity and the Unconscious_ Freud, in the short essay,
>> "The Relation of the Poet to Day-Dreaming (1908), contrasts the
>> phantasies of children, who daydream of being grown up, play at what
>> they view it is like to live in the world of adults, and  have no
>> inhibitions, no shame in it, don't conceal this play, with the adults
>> on the other hand, who must hide play, fantasy, though they know that
>> all adults, to some extent must also day dream and have fantasies, for
>> they know too that what the fancy  is  not only often prohibited but
>> also that dreaming of it, playing at it, is the work or play of
>> children.
>>
>> It's a fascinating essay.
>>
>> Sorry I can't find a copy online.
>>
>> On Fri, Mar 25, 2016 at 7:41 PM, Smoke Teff <smoketeff at gmail.com> wrote:
>> > Noting some things in Life Against Death and GR that seem related (at
>> > least,
>> > they made me think of one another in rereading)., especially as we start
>> > looking at Pirate and his gift more.
>> >
>> > Brown (I mean you could pull ten relevant sentences out of any page in
>> > this
>> > book, so this is sort of arbitrary) says, pp 162-3 of my paperback of
>> > Life
>> > Against Death:
>> >
>> > "The regressive orientation keeps not only our moral personality
>> > (character,
>> > conscience) in bondage to the past, but also our cognitive faculty--in
>> > Freudian terminology, the ego's function of testing reality. The human
>> > ego,
>> > in its cognitive function, is no transparent mirror transmitting the
>> > reality-principle to the id; it has a more active, and distorting, role
>> > consequent to upon its incapacity to bear the reality of life in the
>> > present. The starting point for the human form of cognitive activity is
>> > loss
>> > of a loved reality."
>> >
>> > 163: "the ego does not abolish the pleasure-principle, but derives from
>> > it
>> > the energy sustaining its exploration of reality."
>> >
>> > "Hence also human consciousness is inseparable from an active attempt to
>> > alter reality, so as to 'regain the lost objects.'"
>> >
>> > "The more specific and concrete mechanism whereby the body-ego becomes a
>> > soul is fantasy. Fantasy may be defined as a hallucination which
>> > cathects
>> > the memory of gratification.; it is of the same structure as the dream,
>> > and
>> > has the same relation to the id and to instinctual reality as the
>> > dream."
>> >
>> > 164 "Identifications as modes of installing the Other inside the Self
>> > are
>> > fantasies."
>> >
>> > "Fantasy, according to The Interpretation of Dreams, is the product of
>> > the
>> > primary process, the human organism's first solution to the problem of
>> > frustration."
>> >
>> > Quoting Isaacs: "reality-thinking cannot operate without concurrent and
>> > supporting unconscious phantasies."
>> >
>> > 171: "Projections, with their fetishistic displacement of inner
>> > fantasies,
>> > must distort the external world."
>> >
>> >
>> > GR p. 12: "You can't run a war on gusts of emotion."
>> >
>> > GR p. 31: "All these things arise from one difficulty: control[...] The
>> > control is put inside. No more need to suffer passively under 'outside
>> > forces'--to veer into any wind."
>> >
>> > p. 36: "Incredible black-and-white Scorpia confirmed not a few Piratical
>> > fantasies about the glamorous silken-calved English realworld he'd felt
>> > so
>> > shut away from."
>> >
>> > p. 36 "[...]Scorpia figured as his Last Fling--though herself too young
>> > to
>> > know that, to know, like Pirate, what the lyrics to "Dancing in the
>> > Dark"
>> > are really about...
>> >
>> > "He will be scrupulous about never telling her. But there are times when
>> > it's agony not to go to her feet, knowing she won't leave Clive, crying
>> > you're my last chance...if it can't be you then there's no more
>> > time....Doesn't he wish, against all hope, that he could let the poor,
>> > Western-man's timetable go...but how does a man...where does he even
>> > begin,
>> > at age 33...."
>> >
>> > p. 37 "Yes he is waiting, to see if it will end for Roger the same way,
>> > part
>> > of him, never so cheery as at the spectacle of another's misfortune,
>> > rooting
>> > for Beaver and all that he, like Clive, stands for, to win out. But
>> > another
>> > part--an alternate self?--one that he mustn't be quick to call
>> > 'decent'--does seem to want for Roger what Pirate himself lost...."
>> >
>> > p. 37 "'You are a pirate,' she'd whispered the last day--neither of them
>> > knew it was the last day--'you've come and taken me off on your pirate
>> > ship.
>> > A girl of good family and the usual repressions. You've raped me. And
>> > I'm
>> > the Red Bitch of the High Seas....' A lovely game. Pirate wished she'd
>> > thought it up sooner. Fucking the last (already the last) day's light
>> > away
>> > down afternoon to dusk, hours of fucking, too in love with it to
>> > uncouple,
>> > they noticed how the borrowed room rocked gently, the ceiling obligingly
>> > came down a foot, lamps swayed from their fittings, some fraction of the
>> > Thameside traffic provided salty cries over the water, and nautical
>> > bells....
>> >
>> > "But back over their lowering sky-sea behind, Government hounds were on
>> > the
>> > track--drawing closer, the cutters are coming, the cutters and the sleek
>> > hermaphrodites of the law, agents who, being old hands, will settle for
>> > her
>> > safe return, won't insist on his execution or capture. Their logic is
>> > sound:
>> > give him a bad enough wound and he'll come round, round to the ways of
>> > this
>> > hard-boiled old egg of world and timetables, cycling night to
>> > compromising
>> > night...."
>> >
>> > "Scorpia's talc-white face, through the last window, across the last
>> > gate,
>> > was a blow to his heart. A flurry of giggles and best wishes arose from
>> > the
>> > Wonder Midgets and their admirers. Well, though Pirate, guess I'll go
>> > back
>> > in the Army...."
>> >
>> > It sounds like an apocalyptic death-sex fantasy.
>> >
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