Reading the project – reading the mind

A few quotes from this interview. The role of history in shaping the minds of society, the creation of myths and the constellation and prehistory an individual sets himself in. Interesting how Freud and Lacan believed that History is needed in Psychoanalysis – and I imagine, vice-versa.

How much of my, your, psyche can you trace back to discourses from the earliest age? As I go through my old comic books I find not only the evidence of a happy and scientific upbringing, but the very first strokes at the creation of my mental tableau.

From an interview of Lacan:

“[…]  to be an obsessional means to find oneself caught in a mechanism, in a trap increasingly demanding and endless. He has to accomplish an act, a duty; a special anxiety takes over the obsessional. Will he be able to accomplish it? Once he has done it, he suffers the torturing need to verify it, but he doesn’t dare because he fears he will appear as a crazy man, because at the same time he knows well he did accomplish it; this commits him to greater and greater cycles of verification, precaution, justification. Taken in this way by an inner whirlwind, it is impossible for him to find a state of tranquillity, of satisfaction. Nevertheless, the great obsessional is far from being delirious. He has no conviction whatsoever, only a kind a necessity, totally ambiguous, that renders him incredibly unhappy, suffering, hopeless, left to an unexplainable insistence that comes from within himself, and that he does not understand.”

“What is striking is the fact that what returns from the repressed is not a particular event or trauma; it is the dramatic constellation that ruled over his birth, his prehistory.. He is descended from a legendary past. This prehistory reappears via the symptoms that represent that pre-history in an unrecognizable form, that weave it into myth, represented by the subject without awareness.”

“In any case, before using an instrument, it’s important to know what it is, how it is manufactured! Psychoanalysis is a terribly efficient instrument, and because it is more and more a prestigious instrument, we run the risk of using it with a purpose for which it was not made for, and in this way we may degrade it.”

“I can assure you that at the very moment you have put the subject on the couch and you have explained to him the analytical rule as briefly as possible, the subject is already introduced into the dimension of the search for his truth.”

“Yes, just from the fact of having to speak, as he must in front of another, the silence of another – a silence which is neither approving nor disapproving, but rather attentive- he feels it as an expectation, and this expectation is that of the truth.”

“The ill person suffers but he realizes that the path to take in order to go beyond, to ameliorate his suffering, is of the order of the truth: to know more and to know better.”

“Since to be analyzed is nothing different than knowing one’s own history.”


Archaeology Dub FX – feat. DJ Pot-man REMIX Flaverz

A House music fan – yeah the tangibility is palatable in a wheeled motion that recurs in varying but ultimate cycles of reproduction. Really, what are we but adages remixed and jockeyed tunes with ever growing alacrity and the wonderfulness of everybody’s preferences !

The delight of being an archaeologist is not really in finding out how people were in the past, but when at some point you realize that we are like them and they are like us and we are all like each other and as much as that is obvious when tracing back the stories we know to even further origins. This is when you know that you are part of something and maybe now, you spend so much time at home and it feels like the world is spinning out of control and you could not just keep up, but like there were people like them, there are people like us, in some way, you can find the parallel, and that I translate their life into yours, into ours and you see and you can say, well you see, that’s how we all use to just chill out you know. Some person in Ancient Athens riffing on what the hell is going on, ripping from the world what she can and placing it into hers. And even in the oldest song, now you would not even know that that’s what it is, but its my person that looks into it, and then, and you know, that we have our musical roots, our political life stems from a great ‘tree’ of our lives and we all grow our own leaves on different branches, but we are all humans attached to that same tree and that’s what archaeology and history can be. As we explore the echoes of old ‘songs’, ancient habits from a place back closer to the trunk we realize that there is a sort of cosmic similarity between all of us, and the thing that’s really fucking sweet is that it is not some abstract thought that appeared or is just kinda assumed, but it is in fact the basis of our entire existence, and the world of sounds and sweet-ass tunes to which we boogey our bodies to, and feel that knot untie in our stomachs and throats. And you know, I see that. Really, it’s there and it’s not a fantasy. It is so glaringly there, that it is only if you broaden it to encompass that possibility. And woah, man, I tell you, years later, volumes and many cold days on excavations I’ve spent, I never quite saw it. And it seemed more like fun days with the bae’s when all we are doing is really connecting over our shared past, and not quite realizing that we ARE connecting and it is not just because we have now been brought together for a task, but rather we are standing, working and discussing the lives of people who lived well before us, and it makes you a little anxious  because well it reminds you that your life will end at some point and all you’ve maybe done is read about the lives of peeps a long time ago, know what I mean? And so instead of just being you in the now and the pleasures you can have, you are living through others who lived theirs. And so you know, you gotta think what do people do things for? Sure, maybe there is a Great Project to which archaeology submits to, some great Humanitarian idea, but I feel like that’s a relic too now, the idea that we could all speak with one voice, but that’s not what’s quite right you know, it seems nice, but on the face of it is a rather cold stony temple of an idea. But, that’s because I don’t quite get it.

In the end, what it is we do is that we see that in so many ways and so many times so many people were so fucking chill – you know? All over the world, and yet they tell us about wars and death and misery, slaves and royalty like that’s what its meant to be like, and that you better deal with it – yeah. But you know, so many more of us made stuff, thought things, chilled out and had a laugh you know… It’s like that doesn’t matter in history, that it’s not ‘valuable’ knowledge. But I put to you – that’s what it’s really all about

You wreck a

What draws me, or us, to history, archaeology, the past and so on? What kind of people are we to care and want to know about current affairs and past affairs…and anxiously now know after a decade how many of the predictions we’ve made have now horribly come true. Yet…warnings there are many, and many. The dismissal of history, of our epesteme as ‘one fucking thing after another’, where wars, famines, cruelty are consistently repeated despite our fiercest objections and warnings ultimately makes us feel powerless – and here is another old adage “Those who study history are doomed to watch it repeat itself”.  So, if it is doomed to be an inevitable cycling into the same death and disaster we witness over and over again, and again…there is cause to fatigue, despair. And I weep, truly I weep, at the reality that I witness, and consistant success of ‘human nature’ of violence and destruction…and not that of peace, and learning? How, can we, a handful after of human beings devoted to the past, with all of our different politics and views, which are in now way uniform, can hope to have such an aim. Quite the contrary, all views are encompassed, and let us field our wars in the ever-growing density of knowledge and conversations, rather than in the physical violence of our might. I feel its not too much to ask.


But this is where the error is, because archaeology is no mission to triumph over the minds and actions of those who would rather seek to wreak destruction on the peace-loving lifes of people around the world. Rather, I would see to improve the archives of human existence one mistake at a time, one project at a time as far and as long as my mental strenght will carry me – in the hope that these small acts will lead to small improvements, collectively to the improvement of everyone’s existence. A grain of sand to the mountain of la Science. Lastly, there is no call-to-arms. It is all my imagination, my will to fill my deep anxiety about a waste of precious time with useless information. I feel I would be better suited to mediocre poetry, or short stories. And so, before even launching into the exciting years ahead, I’ve already put myself at my deathbed, and imagining my final thoughts to be a heavy sigh of having spent too much time in tomes and not even feeling alive, with people I love. In truth, these books give me the satisfaction of ‘worthwhile’, while more and more, I just want to revel in the purposelessness of life.

When Archimedes ran out into the streets, naked, shouting “Eureka”, well, I hope to that one day. But in the meantime, here I am drawing huge circles with my mind, and please…don’t disturb them.

Growing thoughts

Is it a curse or a blessing?

Perhaps my mind is too easily influenced. I shudder at the thought of someone reading this. I read a phrase somewhere that said the following (approximately): that theorists today write books in the following format, first they spend a huge chunk of the book explaining their worldview, and then the rest placing convenient examples that support their worldview. This bothers me. What if it is a very good worldview? The accusation mentioned was considered to stem from the implications of post-processualism. Theoretical discussions seem to me a bit strange at times. Not in particular with the author alluded previously (whoever she/he is).

Let’s clarify a bit. I enjoy a bit of independent thought. While, I am aware that probably 99.99% of everything I have ever thought is someone else’s concept only less artfully expressed. Nearly always. Original ideas can often be traced back to some philosophical principle, either from Aristotle or Plato. Or so I’ve heard.