You are Write !
A — A starting point?
B — A line. An echo.
A — Psycho-analysis?
B — I believe so. You'd have to read it.
A — I'm not sure I can afford the time
B — Nor can I. But here we are.
SVETLANA — You are Write!
P — Right?
SVETLANA — No. Write. W-R-I-T-E. You are Write.
P — That is not English.
SVETLANA — It is not quantitative methods either. We were discussing « Ieskaite ». You were mentioning personal life.
P — But nothing here is personal
SVETLANA — Each personnality has its impossible replication. There’s a replication crisis we learned that as well.
P — I had a dream. Something about contingency. Svetlana appeared and handed me a word that was not the right word. Which made it the right word.
BION — Without memory or desire ?
P — That was you, not me.
BION — The epoch gives me the lie. Templates. Algorithms. Recyclable content. It wants repetition.
P — Then what is a blog?
BION — A place where one might refuse to repeat. Or a machine for repeating. Depends who's writing.
P — Who is writing?
DERRIDA — Khôra.
P — I beg your pardon?
DERRIDA — The place. Before form. Receiving without retaining. Giving birth without engendering.
P — A blog?
DERRIDA — Perhaps. A receptacle. The scripteur is not the author. He occupies the place of what he receives.
FREUD — Kulturarbeit. That’s what I said, at that time we were civilized.
ELIAS — I’d rather say “de-civilized”
P — Anyway, The work of culture. Writing through psychoanalysis. For its Others.
FREUD — Others?
P — The ones who don't know they are listening. Some are watching. But I do other things than psychoanalysis.
FREUD — A charlatan, then.
P — If you like. The word comes from Italian “One who gabbles ”.
FREUD — I was accused of the same.
P — I know. You went too many times in Rome.
A — I don't understand.
B — Nor do I. Understanding is overrated.
A — Then what's the point?
B — To transmit an echo.
A — From what?
B — Inchoative. That which begins. That which does not yet know what it thinks.
P — Blog who?
SVETLANA — For whom. By whom.
P — The question remains open. We are dancing on a thread above the abyss.
SVETLANA — So be it.
[Exit all but P, who sits writing in a room. The snow is still falling. Onutė Narbutaitė string quartet playing on the radio. P hesitates : Sonic Youth ? An option yes, but better for spring time. ]
Inspired by Svetlana, Sigmund Freud, Norbert Elias, Jacques Derrida and :