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#40689
« And, let's not forget, at a time when everyone's creativity is being touted, poetry is an exact science, painting a craft and literature a style! »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The love of beginnings)


#40690
« I refuse to admit that perversion is a form of sexuality like any other. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (On the margins of the days)


#40691
« What happiness, what promise of happiness in sexual difference? How lucky that women are not made like us men! Being carried away from oneself can certainly drive you mad, angry, in spite, but it also allows us to be crossed by a senseless desire, to know mad love - or wise if there is one. I pity narcissus. I feel sorry for Hermaphrodite. They do not know that the small difference makes all the difference, and that it is it that animates our bodies and, from one side to the other, our whole being. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (They)


#40692
« No one can deal with death. But each of us finds a way out to settle with the dead. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Crossing the shadows)


#40693
« This book will have been nothing but a navigation without purpose and without a compass, only a dream walk like that aroused by the sight of a tree, a flower, a red squirrel or a frightened rabbit - in the absence of a bird angel from the sky - along a path in the heart of a forest, or when we trace his path through fields without knowing where our steps will lead us. In these pages, it was a painting, a photograph, some transient encounters, a reading sometimes, the source of daydreaming. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The Awakened Sleeper)


#40694
« The book of which I write the first lines here, I would like it to become something like a memory - therefore a fiction - dreamy, that it is a crossing of images, memories, moments, that it resembles the reverie to which the awake sleeper abandons himself, before the excess of clarity puts an end to it. It will be time then to face the day. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The Awakened Sleeper)


#40695
« The most horrible thing about old age is that women are no longer interested in you when they are still of interest to you. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (They)


#40696
« The silent child I have long been, the wise, slightly withdrawn child, it was said, who will later be willing to think himself misunderstood, unloved, has not met on his way someone with whom to share his secrets and who would have been able to deliver him: secrets ignored by himself. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The Awakened Sleeper)


#40697
« We have forgotten somewhat today, where it is appropriate to celebrate the desire ("do not give in on his desire", said Lacan who actually did not give in), the importance that Freud attaches to the idea of renunciation. Give up getting everything immediately, agree to cease being His Majesty the Baby, renounce conquering and possessing the mother, suppress father and brothers, recognize our finitude, admit that we are not immortal and that we are neither the center of the world nor the center of ourselves, discover at our expense the limits of our thought... The list is long and we do not like to see in our life a succession of renunciations. Yet this is the condition for this life to invent and invent itself, to be always in motion instead of remaining forever fixed to its first expectations, to its first objects of love and hatred. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (One day, crime)


#40698
« Would our changing moods also be subject to the influence of the moon? I did not dislike being a lunatic, to know the tiny pleasures offered to me by the low tide to experience a few hours later the capital pleasures that the high tide gives me. Life is moving away, but it's coming back. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Low tide high tide)


#40699
« Two women in a café talk about a mutual friend. "How did you find it? - Not good at all. - Poor girl! "What do you want, she can't handle her grief." Grief, the death of the man this woman loved, the object of good or bad management! Manage your budget, manage your time, manage your energy, manage your anxiety and even, a big deal! manage your passions... Here the commercial vocabulary gains what is in us the most intimate, the most obscure. I am ashamed for these two women who do not know that one can be mad with pain and who "manage" their evening aperitif with small sips. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40700
« Medea infanticide, Clytemnestre viricide, the male killer, the fierce Danaïdes who behead their husbands on the wedding night, the Menades who depose the bodies, the Erianas, Salome and the one who fascinated Michel Leiris, Judith sharply sharpened Holopherne's head, the figures of criminal women haunt the myths, the Bible and the tragedies of ancient Greece. In view of their exploits, the murderers of our time, even the most violent, the cruelest, the most deceitful may well be only pale aftershocks. Would they lack imagination? »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (One day, crime)


#40701
« A crowd is not a sum of individuals, it is an anonymous group that uses this anonymity to claim its irresponsibility. She's totalitarian. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (One day, crime)


#40702
« Some of my days are so fragmented, make me play such varied roles, perhaps incompatible, just as it happens in these dreams that make us travel different places, and parade faces and characters with no apparent connection to leave a painful impression of dispersion. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (On the margins of the nights)


#40703
« 1943: a year of the darkest and yet this narrow room without heating, without running water, with for all furniture a bed, a table and a chair, but where the sun penetrated and from where, at night, I saw the moon illuminate the city subject to curfew, yes, this room where, back from the high school Henri-IV, I toiled on my dissertations and my Latin versions , will forever remain the one where, in the solitude that was mine at the time, I was not the happiest (I was far from being), but perhaps the closest to myself, in this strange covenant that has never ceased to keep me company of diffuse melancholy and appetite for life. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Monomotapa's Dream)


#40704
« Who is the true friend? He who protects us from the torments of love, keeps us away from hateful fury, makes death recede. (p. 162) »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Monomotapa's Dream)


#40705
« As long as there are books, no one will ever have the last word. [Excipit] »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The love of beginnings)


#40706
« The dream makes visible the invisible, makes see from all else, the forgotten. The great "laws" of the unconscious were discovered by the microscopic analysis of the dream. The dream: this telescope of our nights. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40707
« The encounter with beauty is where one does not expect it, at the corner of a street (a small statue as forgotten there), on the height of a hill (see these three cypresses), in a village square surrounded by arcades, and not only in these consecrated places that are museums and churches »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Monomotapa's Dream)


#40708
« The people exist as a people only when all its components together no longer recognize themselves in those to whom it has entrusted - how else can it be done? - the care to represent it; then he protests, he manifests; »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40709
« What happens when two beings can no longer happen to each other? »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Low tide high tide)


#40710
« We do not aspire to eternity, if not to the one of the moment. We do not wish to be immortal, but we have the capacity to be timeless as long as all ages of life remain present in us and we refuse to let ourselves go—I renew a wish made throughout this book by doubting that it has the slightest chance of being granted— to cut out time. As is often the case, it is a child who asks the simple question - and yet it causes me a slight vertigo: "Will today be yesterday, tomorrow?" »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Before)


#40711
« A BIG CHAGRIN An old-year word. I think I have never heard him come out of the mouths of my patients. Too steeped in childhood time? We didn't admit it then, his sorrow, and even we could deny it when our mother, believing we guessed us - she was wrong sometimes and we did not want to be comforted by what belonged to us - leaned towards us with care: "Oh, the great sorrow!" Who dares to talk about heartache today? Rather, to mitigate the shock, "love disappointment", when it is not, in those who believe that the words of psychoanalysis go deeper, "anxiety of separation", "work of mourning", "loss of object". If, however, I heard him once utter the word "chagrin" by a man who had just been unceremoniously driven away by his companion. An old man. Perhaps that is why he was not ashamed to say that word from childhood. When I asked him what led him to come to see me, his answer was: "I am grieving, I am in pain." I have not forgotten this "in." In prison, with his only cellmate his sorrow. His grief as an abandoned child - that we don't count on him to moan! -, his sorrow as an old man who dreads to see his life reduced like a skin of sorrow and to die alone in the world. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40712
« The dream: a rebus, a writing in pictures. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40713
« Every year spent in high school as a student, I had a "best friend", the one who was taken home and who took you home in turn, in a succession of back and forth, as if we were never to leave each other, and yet we leave the following year. [...] These one-year friendships were forged and unravelled, almost on their own, as sudden and unpredictable in their birth as in their erasure. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Monomotapa's Dream)


#40714
« Insomnia, this ruthless naked lucidity, is more formidable to me than a nightmare. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The love of beginnings)


#40715
« Where does it come from that we elect certain words? That there are kind or detestable in our eyes when others say nothing to us, and that there are some so heavy that it seems urgent to deliver them? »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40716
« Forgetting is necessary to give thickness to time, to access sensitive time. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40717
« No game, ever, has managed to get the upper hand on the pleasure that gives me the pleasure that gives me the reading of novels, new ones, provided that, one way or another, they tell a story that at the same time I dread and am eager to know the end. Deprived of reading, I would be reduced to being only who I am. I do not believe, however, that it is my "real life", nor that it allows me to live by proxy imaginary lives or to confuse mine with a novel. No, more simply, more effectively, it detaches me from my fixed points, it frees me from the distressing thought that my life could be a succession of days of which one repeats, or, worse, erases the other. She takes me where I'm not and yet, since she trains me there, it's because I'm there! Reading is my big game. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The child of limbo)


#40718
« What did I know about her? What did she know about me? Almost nothing. Would my very old mother, who has become so far from the world, have got my friends to "stop living" so that she and I finally have something to share: loneliness, loneliness that is not shared? »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The child of limbo)


#40719
« Master Charles Vignon masters his files, he masters the language - his colleagues envy his eloquence - he works to master himself. Everything's under control. And now, at night, nothing goes wrong. The impeccable logic of the arguments derails. What seemed so solid falters, the measure gives way to excess, is the turmoil. Sea in fury, storms, earth trembles, the ground slips away, cracks, fractures. And he's doomed to walk without knowing where his steps lead him. His wristwatch is stopped. He is a lost, lost child, who continues to walk, over and over again, so as not to collapse. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Low tide high tide)


#40720
« Soft tears that comfort and manage to move those who witness it and for a little would share them. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40721
« Between the precision of the gaze, which does not go humane, and the blur that, erasing the contours, risks dissolving me, I do not want to choose. I need the alternation. I need Piero della francesca and Turner. I need geometric shapes and clouds, the mists that cover the tree tops in the fall and the clean lines, the sketches of the painters and the accomplished bodies of the sculptors. I want to stay in the undetermined place of limbo but I refuse to stay there. I like to find the right words and be able to smear. I like the vague thoughts and coherence of the speech, the silence of the accused and the eloquence of the lawyer, the time between dog and wolf and the trains that depart at the minute. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The child of limbo)


#40722
« The man who sleeps is called Constantine. He's a Roman Emperor, a conqueror, a merciless warrior. His sleep seems peaceful, although he must fight the next day. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The Awakened Sleeper)


#40723
« As is often the case, it is a child who asks the simple question - and yet it arouses in me a slight vertigo: "Will today be yesterday, tomorrow?". »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Before)


#40724
« The absence of desire is much worse than any renunciation. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (On the margins of the days)


#40725
« Childhood... it was the time when, most often silent, we felt, observed without the screen of knowledge and words, when all our senses were awakened, when we were sensual and visionary, where we invented the world. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40726
« A child is bored: it is that he has ceased to believe in the powers of illusion. Suddenly he stops playing. He will not go to do the homework that the school requires. No, he's not attracted to any nose. It foreshadows the disengaged man. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40727
« Very quickly - experience serves a purpose - I learned to distinguish attractive women from overtly seductive women. I was able to detect the flattery that hides the hatredous urge, to keep me away from the "lighters" who evade as soon as the fire they have unleashed risks taking. This must be those sirens, the deceitful ones, which led me to challenge myself to appearances and dream of women that I would find "natural". They would not need to resort to some charade. Women simply happy to be women, different from men and each different from another and all the more kind because they do not seek to be loved or to please at all costs. There are, probably. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (They)


#40728
« The attention I pay to spelling, to syntax - to the point that if I encounter faults on each page in a manuscript, I turn away from them immediately - I do not see it as a school survival. This concerns the correctness of the word which is also doing justice to what is named, to the body of things, to their flesh. For a little, I would equate a misspelling with the mutilation of a body, a face, a tree, a flower. For a little, I would see it as an attack, a crime, a sacrilege! Will I ever derest that, if not the same thing, words at least have no right to insult him? »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40729
« Eros, a little evil god, deceived Narcissus, making him believe that one could love oneself, while love is what carries us out of oneself. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40730
« And now it's now. And now it's today, yesterday and tomorrow. We humans feel and believe that time passes, we pretend that it passes and, as we age, it flows too fast. But Time (with a capital letter) does not know that it passes, it is immobile, it has no age. Like all of us, I have all ages if I stop cutting time. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Before)


#40731
« Still, I would have sought a subtle balance between the passing of time and the one that does not. Better than a balance: their ajointement, their very fusion, which is called moments of happiness, this permanence of the ephemeral that sometimes comes, unexpectedly, to meet us. Moments of distress as well, when the ground gives way under our feet, we lose all recourse and there is no longer for us past, present or future: we fall out of time, we fall on the spot. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The child of limbo)


#40732
« The psychoanalyst is on the lookout for traces. No, not on the lookout, he does not watch them like the hunter, first because, if he hunts, it is in the dark, and especially because these traces, he discovers them where neither he nor his patient were waiting for them. He has little confidence in the memories told, evoked, as they are transformed, distorted as is any narrative. As proof, they give rise to different versions like so many translations. Freud even goes so far as to write in his text about screen memories that there are no childhood memories, but only childhood memories. This statement hurts us, as we cherish them, our memories of that time; whether they are happy or unhappy, whether they bear witness to our exploits or our shames, we believe hard to their truth. Well, no, they're fiction. Fictions like autobiography, our confessions, always more or less complacent, like our so-called intimate newspapers that do not ignore self-censorship. Fiction, what we believe to be our memory. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Before)


#40733
« There are many ways to do it. Being silent is one of them. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Crossing the shadows)


#40734
« Sometimes friendship, too, more than love, is a home. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The Awakened Sleeper)


#40735
« I refuse to separate day and night. The night is not darkness and our days are not bright. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Crossing the shadows)


#40736
« Of the one who declares in a peremptory tone: "I think...", you can be certain 1. that he doesn't think, 2. that he claims a judgment of his own when he expresses the most common opinion which he echoes without his knowledge, 3. that he is so unsuring of his existence that he puts forward Me and, for good measure, accoles him to I. There is no more boastful, more inconsistent and more conformist than this man. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Before)


#40737
« The signs of dislove are more visible than those of love »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (They)


#40738
« There are many nights when we dream of our dead. Are we the ones who invite them, these nocturnal visitors, rendered by the vision of the dream often more present, closer than they have ever been? Or do they come as intruders to annoy us to tell us the order not to let them fall into oblivion, to forbid us to believe them now locked in the silence of their graves? As accusers, they would only go to us to reproach us for having unloved, mistreated, to the point of abandoning them to death, we survivors, infidels and even to the point of making them die, we criminals. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Crossing the shadows)


#40739
« Each of us has our own idea to explain and even justify that it is done as it is done. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40740
« Dreams, dreams and daydreams from which literature, art and music are born, if we love you so much, if it is because you offer us a second life and give us for a time the illusion of freeing us from death? »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The Awakened Sleeper)


#40741
« To live and believe that we are free, we need several spaces. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The love of beginnings)


#40742
« But sometimes I feel in subtle agreement with this universe in a reduced state, that I find it a pure aesthetic quality, without impasto of flesh, without anything too much. If there was an eroticism of appearance! Here I am seduced: we are beautiful self-regulating machines, we are functional and vigilant. Dissolved moods, soothed disturbances and turmoil of unknown origin. What a delicious rest! But this conversion is not made to last, it tires me, I want useless gestures and above all clumsy, I aspire to downtime, futile exchanges, games without rules. It is in the indeterminate that I find myself. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The love of beginnings)


#40743
« Calypso, the lover. She saved Ulysses, she holds him captive in his cave, both live and love each other out of the world, out of time; to this mortal who narrowly escaped death, she proposes nothing less than immortality. Ulysses refuses to become immortal. He's a man, he knows that he doesn't want to be lost. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (They)


#40744
« The dream is a hallucination that doesn't drive you crazy. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40745
« Water in Venice is sovereign. Its sky when it has just been washed by rain is of incomparable brightness: a sky of pure water. Venice, a city conquered on the sea, born of it. I remember accessing it by boat from Greece; an intense emotion seized me, accompanied by a strange pride as if the Dogana granted me a special favor by opening my way. Female Venice, Venezia always feminine. In me this fear that its thousands of visitors will come to defile it. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The Awakened Sleeper)


#40746
« Why did some of our friendships, which were not superficial and had the best reasons to believe in lasting, dissolve? No annoyance, no conflict, no significant event that could explain their dissolution. No, a gradual detachment, a slow separation, an erasure that does not result from any decision. Simply, weeks have passed, months, a year, without either side having thought to wave, to take news. Something dissolved in a barely perceptible, unsensed, soft way. Smooth as we would like to disappear. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Monomotapa's Dream)


#40747
« CONTRE-TRANSFERT Set of unconscious reactions of the analyst to the person of the analyzed and in particular to the transfer of the analyzed. It is in very rare passages that Freud alludes to what he has called counter-transfer. He sees it as the result of "the influence of the patient on the unconscious feelings of the doctor" and stresses that "no analyst goes further than his own internal complexes and resistances allow". »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Vocabular of psychoanalysis)


#40748
« Some claim to hate their childhood, Louis M., he, loved him more than anything. What he loved was not so much the child he had been as "the state of childhood". »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Before)


#40749
« Between them, very quickly, the current passes. This current is not electric, it would rather be the current of a stream, still close to its source, a light, joyful current, which moves at high speed and digs its way »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Monomotapa's Dream)


#40750
« J. slams the door when her husband, who had not concealed her affair with B., thinking he would appease her, said: "But I love you. I love you as much as the other," aggravating his case by adding "in a different way"." »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40751
« When Freud writes that transfer love cannot be differentiated from a "true" love, he recognizes at the same time that all love is a love of transfer, not because it would only repeat another, infantile, but because it creates its object, that it invents it in the double sense of the word invention: fiction and find. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (On the margins of the days)


#40752
« What are they waiting for? The death of their analyst by saving himself from having to kill him? To take everything, it is better to tire him or make him die of boredom. But the uns formulated wish is probably this: to find a way to die together, at the same time, one in his chair, the other on the couch. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (On the margins of the nights)


#40753
« I decided to part with what was a long time - twenty-five years - a part of my life. Every time we separate ourselves - from a place, from a woman, from a book after publication - we separate ourselves. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40754
« The words shadows carried have long exerted on me a power of attraction comparable to that which I could feel with the words limbo and clearing. Words and what they mean. The limbo this place without precise contours, located between the darkness of Hell and the radiant light of Paradise; the clearing that opens, as unexpected as hoped, in the hollow of the forest so dense and dark that I fear to get lost in it before the clearing and its light would dispel the nascent anguish. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Crossing the shadows)


#40755
« We are no longer dealing, in the case of the murder, with the occasional return of a repressed element - that stowaway who manages to cross the border - but with a mass return that goes beyond refoulement. It is not, as is often said, a fantasy that would require to be realized. It's a hallucinatory moment. Hallucination is stronger than perception. I believe that at the moment of the murder most criminals are hallucinated and that it is not only for their defence that once they become conscious they say: "I was caught in a madness." The imperative "Ty will not kill" turns into its opposite, equally imperative "You must kill". And then, it is the rampage, a rampage that breaks down the barriers, the, like a natural cataclysm, which transgresses everything forbidden, rapes, smashes, mutilates the body and, in the extreme, skins it or devours it... The real thing, for the hallucinated murderer, is the body. What chains were they, therefore, entangled, these rampaging? Social channels, chains of a language that had become so foreign to them as to persecute them? And then the explosion occurs, their bodies explode in the very moment they are attacking the body of their victim. Their bodies go wild and go crazy: "I'd have your skin. I'll rip your eyes out." The crime committed by the Papin sisters is exemplary. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (One day, crime)


#40756
« I claim for everyone not the refuge in the uninterpretable, but a territory, with shifting borders, of the uninterpreted. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The love of beginnings)


#40757
« I suspect a thought that, while defending itself, has an answer to everything and keeps its own uncertainty away. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The love of beginnings)


#40758
« Caspar David Friedrich (painter) What do they look at, this man dressed in black, this monk facing the sea or this man and woman embarked on a sailboat that will take them elsewhere, an elsewhere they do not know but to which they aspire just like this young woman facing an open window? They turn their backs on us and we, the spectators of the paintings, are called to see what they are looking at. No, they do not look, they contemplate, and this by this very invite us to contemplation: "Close the eye of your body to first see your painting with the eye of the mind". »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Before)


#40759
« They say the dream is a child of the night. He is the child of the dawn of time. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Before)


#40760
« The origin is a "before" that would not have "before" and would generate (I use this word purposely) a succession "after". »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Before)


#40761
« Maupassant (to Gisèle d'Estoc): "I would like to part with myself." He will achieve this beyond what he wanted: duplication, hallucinations, madness - the madness that haunts so many of his news. Separate from oneself without collapsing, without falling into chaos where everything is confused. This is what the dream, psychoanalysis, reading, writing, travel sometimes, but always less than we had hoped for. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (On the margins of the nights)


#40762
« Get away, get together. Break up, look for yourself, get lost, break up again. Fleeing to breathe, suffering from absence. Their whole history lies in these alternations, these contradictory movements. There are two of them. Unity is impossible. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (They)


#40763
« To seek to be right is to want to be right of the other, it is to snatch him: that he is immobilized, petrified, that he remains speechless before the power of your argument, that he is prevented, like a boat boarded, from continuing his own crossing, uncertain. I don't dispute theories. I prefer to navigate their margins. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (On the margins of the days)


#40764
« What draws us into childhood also comes from there: it was the time when, most often silent, we felt, observed without the screen of knowledge and words, when all our senses were awakened, when we were sensual and visionary, when we invented the world. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis


#40765
« We must cross many revenants, dissolve many ghosts, converse with many dead, give voice to many mute, starting with the infans that we are still, we must cross many shadows to finally, perhaps, find an identity that, however wavering, hold and hold us. Life is worried. Life and death are inconceivable. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Crossing the shadows)


#40766
« If we understood the world, we would not be part of it, we who are unable to understand each other. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40767
« The caducity arouses two opposite feelings: that of the disappearance of all things, inescapable and already in the process of operating, that of the miracle, of the grace of what appears. This combination of two feelings - the attraction to death and the attraction of what is present there, offered for a moment, precious: the ephemeral - arouses both melancholy and joy, a joy all the more vivid when one measures its fragility. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (On the margins of the days)


#40768
« The "what-good" that everyone knows at one time or another when he wonders what makes him run, get busy or write, is little, just a sign of weariness, of flexing, compared to the devastation that the death drive produces when it gives itself free rein. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (On the margins of the nights)


#40769
« No, definitely, a book is not made. It is written, it advances like a blind man who palpates the walls and invisible objects around him. We do not require a writer to be crazy, only disoriented. We want to meet a blind man who makes us, for a time at least, visionary. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (On the margins of the nights)


#40770
« To friends, if only for fear of hurting each other and jeopardizing our friendship, we are far from saying everything. There is a certain amount of reserve. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The Awakened Sleeper)


#40771
« The islands today attract me: they satisfy my desire for a shoreline better than my beaches in the past. Above all, these islands whose two coasts contrast: the so-called "wild" coast, with its cliffs and piles of rocks ready to fall, and the other the "civilized", facing the continent, bordered by small dunes, soft as the skin of a woman. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The Awakened Sleeper)


#40772
« Every time I spend a few days in Venice, my steps take me voluntarily or not along the Nuove Foundations from where you can see the Isola San Michele. The day I took the vaporetto that leads to this cemetery, I came across Claude Roy who was coming out. Claude died a short time later and I'm still here... Suddenly I think of my father whose comrades during the Great War fell under the shrapnel one after the other. All of them, my father said, were asking, "Who's next? When will mine come?" I am certainly not the only one asking this question. We always think death is an enemy shell that falls on us. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The Awakened Sleeper)


#40773
« In the literature, examples of this disparity and mutual attraction abound. The first that comes to mind is that of the admirable account of Fred Uhlman - the found friend - and his first lines: "He entered my life in February 1932 never to get out of it [...] I can remember the day and time when, for the first time, my gaze rested on this boy who would become the source of my greatest happiness and despair." Yes, friendship, too, knows its love at first sight. (p.120) »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Monomotapa's Dream)


#40774
« The eye of the mind is absent from the fairs. It goes hand in hand with loneliness, silence. It is associal as the dream, like the gesture of the painter, and like us during the time of reading, this happy parenthesis where we forget the time. This eye invites us to look elsewhere. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Before)


#40775
« This world that we have not created, all we have to do is contemplate it in an attempt to unite with it in its radical strangeness »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Before)


#40776
« And now it's now. And now it's today, yesterday and tomorrow. We humans feel and believe that time passes, we pretend that it flows too fast. But Time (with a capital letter) does not know that it passes, it is immobile, it has no age. Like all of us, I have all ages if I stop cutting time. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Before)


#40777
« The friend is not an alter ego, another myself. I want it other than me, it attracts me as being different, not too much anyway, not too "other" as can be the other sex. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Monomotapa's Dream)


#40778
« In friendship, wouldn't that be what we look for and find? A way to escape the anonymous violence of the so-called outer world and the torments of the so-called internal world. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Monomotapa's Dream)


#40779
« ... I believed that day, that night, that men and women want only one thing: to unite. I refuse to think that this moment of grace is ephemeral, I would like it timeless. For a little I would have praised the perfect agreement, the harmony. The happy ending, I know, is just good for novels with rose water like those published by Harlequin, or like the sentimental films that little Alice loved so much. Regardless, this is how I wish to put an end to this book that I dedicate to it, singular. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (They)


#40780
« To conclude these words of Friedrich that Jean Clair would not disavow: "Museum rooms are now considered fairs where, by the way, new goods are judged and blamed; when they should be temples." »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Before)


#40781
« The present escapes us, it is always imbued with the past and the future, it is elusive, volatile, it slips through our fingers, it is hardly perceived that it is already no longer there. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Before)


#40782
« Only, no doubt the translator of poetry - hence his suffering in the face of the impossibility of the task - knows that all the words of a language are mistreated by the passage, by the mutation of one language to another. The translator may well retain the meaning of the words, then reduced to signs, but he loses the sound, the resonance that were theirs in the original language. He loses the flesh of words and their souls. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Before)


#40783
« It is absolutely impossible to live without oblivion. (Nietzsche, Current Considerations) »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Before)


#40784
« All memory is s e l e c tive. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Before)


#40785
« Memories, starting with childhood memories, are always more or less reconstructed, distorted. We care for them, we value them as loved ones. Whether or not they are fiction, they are so valuable. They are proof of our uniqueness: to each one's memories, they do not share. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Before)


#40786
« A debate is never just an exchange of arguments. Mine are of little weight. What does it matter to me! I will continue to believe, not to believe, but to feel that it was better before, or rather to keep, insistent in me, the question: "When was it already? the day when ...". »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Before)


#40787
« When the postman was not called "attendant", the teacher "teacher of schools, men and women of housekeepers "surface technicians", the Arab grocer of the corner "local ethnic trader". »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Before)


#40788
« When I protect myself in this way, ready to convince me that others are patients clinging to their illness and that I, well positioned in my chair, I have long stopped being a patient, I am no longer an analyst. I forgot that these men, these women treat me in their own way. Heal me by opening gaps in my "normality." Analysis is perhaps, with love, the only experience that takes you "out of oneself". (p. 127 / Gallimard, 2000) »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40789
« Let's forget the cliché that lovers are alone in the world. The opposite is true. Lovers join the world, communicate and want to commune with it. Once the barriers, external, internal, crossed as obstacles, it does not matter if humans are called trees, flowers, animals or even humans! It is necessary to have known the other world of lovers to come to bear and perhaps even to love the world as it is. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (They)


#40790
« How do we hold our death both for certain and improbable? »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (On the margins of the days)


#40791
« Even when we are convinced that it is the other, the radically "other" that attracts us to this woman, is it not another part of ourselves, the one that we refuse within ourselves, the one to which we do not have access, that fascinates and loves us? »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (On the margins of the days)


#40792
« What draws us into [our] childhood ... also comes from there: it was the time when most often silent, we felt, observed without the screen of knowledge and words, when all our senses were awakened, where we were sensual and visionary, when we invented the world (p. 104) »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40793
« Julien wonders what a life is. Perhaps it is only when it is told that it makes sense, acquires unity? Perhaps it takes several for one to finally there is one? »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (A man disappears)


#40794
« I'm not going to tell a story about a life. I have no idea what a life, mine or anyone else, can possibly be. They will be fragments, it can only be that. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (A man disappears)


#40795
« I did not dislike being a lunatic, to know the tiny pleasures offered to me by the low tide to experience a few hours later the capital pleasures that the high tide gives me. life is moving away, but it is coming back. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Low tide high tide)


#40796
« Perversion/sublimation. L. presents himself as an artist, he is recognized as such. The same L. calls himself a pervert. He's a painter who represents bodies. It does not disfigure them, it respects their shape, it gives them bright colors. And, at the same time, subtly, he pieces them. A body is then only an assemblage of scattered pieces, a way of bonding; the flesh does not interest him, neither that of humans nor that of objects (objects also have flesh; see the "Natures" improperly called "dead"). Besides, L. doesn't differentiate between a human body and an object. It has a big rating on the art market. Museums have bought his paintings. Sublimation? If we accept the definition of use: "derivation of impulses towards socially valued goals", etc. L. treats the woman he "fucks" - he doesn't say: with whom he makes love - and who lends himself to the game, like an aggregate of organs. The whole woman, divided, fragmented is a sexual organ. To make him enjoy, this organ, by all means, make him enjoy, always stronger, without limits. Impulse of grip close to a desire to annihilate what might be called a subject. Perversion? Here too if we accept the definition of use: "Primary of partial impulses, instead of the primacy of the genital organization", etc. Organization: submission to form, unity. The polymorphic pervert child. Is the adult who is keen to show his normality (the "normopath" according to Joyce McDougall) a polymorphic pervert ... and rather sad? Would we be sublime from the beginning? Would we all be more or less controlled perverts, more or less dampened, striving to give leave to the wild child, allowing him to manifest himself only in our dreams? »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (On the margins of the days)


#40797
« Memory is our relief and the poorest is never quite flat. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The love of beginnings)


#40798
« I want useless and above all clumsy gestures, I aspire to downtime, futile exchanges, games without rules. It is in the indeterminate that I find myself. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The love of beginnings)


#40799
« I realize that the ones I am talking about here have in common that I have taught me something. Today, since the days of teachers have long since passed, I believe that it is my patients who have become my educators when they rely like me on psychoanalysis, despite everything. Other more intimate figures: my wife, my children, some friends who, day after day, awaken my taste for life when it tends to falter. (p. 134) »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Monomotapa's Dream)


#40800
« a thought can only be free, or rather obey only its own constraint, that it is by nature opposed to indoctrination as is, as literature should be. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (One day, crime)


#40801
« COMPULSION, COMPULSIONNEL In Freudian vocabulary, Zwang is used to designate a binding internal force. More often than not, it is in the context of obsessive neurosis that it is used: it implies that the subject feels compelled by this force to act, to think in such a way and fight against it. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Vocabular of psychoanalysis)


#40802
« SOMATIC COMPLACENCY While it is true that the notion of somatic complacency goes far beyond the scope of hysteria and leads to the general question of the expressive power of the body and its particular ability to signify the repressed, it would be better not to confuse the different registers where the question is present from the outset. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Vocabular of psychoanalysis)


#40803
« The dream is our living memory: lost time, regained time. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (They)


#40804
« That the verb becomes flesh is definitely the only thing that interests me. The mystery of the incarnation is not in my eyes a matter of religion but of aesthetics. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The love of beginnings)


#40805
« Much embarrassed, writes Pierre Larousse, the one who, with history in hand, would like to give a definition of crime and seek on this the consensus of the peoples, and he concludes the article of his universal dictionary devoted to crime by these lines: "Modern philosophy, supported by reason and common sense will, later the time and progress of the Enlightenment, be made to be one of the greatest attacks , what to this day has been called military conquests and glory. Hence the question: what is war crimes if any war is criminal? »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (One day, crime)


#40806
« The Wolfson "case" depicts a particular moment of psychoanalysis in relation to studies of autobiographical texts. The reprise of elements of the intellectual constellation of its time allows us to rethink the modes in which psychopathology and psychoanalysis lie epistemologically, inspiring innovative clinical practices. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Wolfson file or The Case of "Schizo and Languages")


#40807
« This is to say nothing other than to recall the basic methodological requirement that is inherent in any discipline with scientific pretension to u p d a t e its internal determinations. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (After Freud)


#40808
« Loving your patients well: a necessary condition for me. I can see what I might be told: wouldn't it be to get paid back, a way to make sure I'm loved by them? Still, I don't understand how I could devote so much time to them, attention, to devote so much of my life to listening to their complaints, to make mine, without confusing me what Lagache called their "personal world", if I did not think of what hinders them - symptoms, inhibitions, repetition, narcissism - that what makes them captive to their neurosis covers what I can not imagine other than as movement towards , even if the purpose of this movement is to destroy - self or object. A bet on the forces of life. Would I be a doctor more than I think? A doctor who would not be subject to the requirement to "cure" but driven by a stronger need than one that aims only to make life livable, bearable (which implies a great deal of resignation). Make the other person feel, wants to be alive. I am not sure what I mean by that. I don't care. Bichat's famous phrase: "Life is the set of forces that resist death." Just but a little too negative for my taste. So, what? Bergson's "vital momentum"? A little too positive this time. Freud, on the other hand, chose a Latin word, libido, which the Fathers of the Church did not ignore: libido can be directed towards multiple objects, towards knowledge as well as on revenge, it moves, it does not hold in place, it migrates... Eros, more civilized and civilizing, finally, than libido, less indomitable, less wild, Eros who comes to prodd, awaken Psyche asleep. Eros is lively, cheerful. Libido, toxic, may prefer death. Loving his patients well: conditions for the taste of life to return to them and for things to find their flavor, so that at least what a painter in love with colors called a "cordiality for reality" prevails over hostility, rejection. Loving his patients well - not too much, as if this too was an evil, a destructive love for oneself as for the other. love them well, different from, and even opposed to, wanting their good. Do not demand anything, but trust what is alive in everyone. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40809
« ... there is no effective analysis, that is, analysis that also engages the unconscious of the analyst, only one that brings us to the limits, in a test of the limits and our own limits. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Losing sight)


#40810
« Eros, a little evil god, deceived Narcissus, making him believe that one could love oneself, while love is what carries us out of oneself. (p. 45) »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40811
« The victory of nothing overwhelms the depressed. Perhaps he has a recourse left. Since he is excluded from the living, perhaps he in turn flatters himself to exclude the living. Wouldn't there be a secret hatred in the depths of the great depressed? »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (On the margins of the nights)


#40812
« We invented the words to escape the law of gravity, to delay the fatal moment of the fall. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The love of beginnings)


#40813
« Let's not talk about travel or adventure, too romantic... No, we only feel, analyst and patient, that a crossing begins, ours, without knowing what the boat is carrying in its hold - treasures and explosives - without having a card table to ensure that the route followed is the best, without any guarantee that we will arrive safely. Can we talk about "cure direction" when we do not know what is leading it? »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (This Time Doesn't Pass - The Railway Bay)


#40814
« Crossed to go to what, no destination being fixed, no "goal representation" assigned and the uncertain route deciding as it went along? If the unknown was less behind us - the elusive origin - than before? what we do not yet know, for not having experienced it, for not having found it. If what we secretly expected from an analysis, it was not that it could give birth to us - fantasy of self-generating - or reborn - illusion of a new beginning - but that it makes us able to invent ourselves? »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (This Time Doesn't Pass - The Railway Bay)


#40815
« It is the lot of childhood to be subject to the commandments, the forbidden, the arbitrary. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40816
« How quickly we looked like an old man at the time! As we strive not to be today in order to escape the chain of time! »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Low tide high tide)


#40817
« It takes several places in itself to keep any chance of being yourself. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The love of beginnings)


#40818
« I had never cared about my health or my age. But for some time I felt tired, my nights were interrupted by sudden awakenings - and in those hours the lucidity is fierce. I was asleep at dawn, and only painfully came out of this half-sleep to grumble against the absurdity of the world and the futility of everything. I skinned the proper names as if that of one mingled with that of the other, the most familiar telephone numbers escaped me as if the thread that connected me to my friends could break at every moment. I often had back pain, sometimes coughing, in short I felt not old but worse aging, inexorably aging, and I had trouble admitting this finding of a progressive body failure. What I dreaded most was that I would soon find myself unable to be sensitive to the new, to be marked and modified by the unexpected - or else it would only be in fleeting moments that would leave no trace. My identity was acquired, I would be reduced to that little thing that would never cease to accompany me. From there came my morning gloom: this bitter weariness to find myself the same, day after day, while in my nights rich in apparitions, stories, events, my nights wickedly interrupted, I had been a thousand others! The only idea that I would soon resemble those of my older friends whose interests I had seen, year after year, the interests shrink, the existence to be shrivelled, the greedy withdrawal on themselves increase without their knowledge, this one idea revolted me. It looked like they were anticipating a future status of mummy encased in its strips in order to spare themselves a process of decomposition. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (A man disappears)


#40819
« PSYCHIC CONFLIT If conflict is undoubtedly a major part of the psychoanalytic experience, if it is relatively easy to describe it in its clinical modalities, it is more difficult to give a metapsychological theory. Throughout the Freudian work, the problem of the last basis of the conflict has received different solutions. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Vocabular of psychoanalysis)


#40820
« Our comment attempted, on the main concepts he encountered, to raise them or at least to shed light on their ambiguities, to possibly explain their contradictions; it is rare that these do not lead to a problem that can be found at the level of experience itself. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Vocabular of psychoanalysis)


#40821
« To this elusive I, always ready to fade, to faint, but active, to this out-of-center I - it is not a center but a source - I have given a name, the infans: to the one, to what has no name. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Before)


#40822
« Would a dream ever be just a self-portrait, beyond the mirror? »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The Awakened Sleeper)


#40823
« Here is analyzed the whole conceptual apparatus of psychoanalysis: not everything she tries to explain, but everything that serves her to explain. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Vocabular of psychoanalysis)


#40824
« To give death, without doubt, is the most radical way to ward off death that is known to be inevitable while ignoring the moment of its occurrence. Give it: death then ceases to be perceived as a threat, felt as a loss, a disaster, an unjust punishment. It is a gift that is given to a loved one whose suffering has become intolerable (euthanasia would be an altruistic crime) or that one agrees with oneself (suicide, and many accidents, more or less provoked, which are all camouflaged suicides). Suicide is a personal decision. I choose the moment and the modality - revolver, poison, defenestration. Death is no longer what falls on me, at its own time. In a sense I become, giving me death, stronger than her. I can believe myself is his master. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (One day, crime)


#40825
« Memory is misleading, he knows it, it invents even though it is convinced to reproduce; the line between imagination and reality is so tenuous that it becomes imperceptible and that he, the novelist, must ignore it. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Brother of the previous)


#40826
« First, I lived outside my family where, as in any family, there was a secret law of silence. Not that we were particularly reserved - we even had our volubles - but everything that is transmitted loudly among his own, everything that ties them together, attaches them to each other, hatred or love, resentment, malaise, cannot be said. A child perceives this more strongly than an adult. And would she succeed in admitting, all this passion, that the effect, as we see later in couples eager for transparency, would be null and void. Only the unspoken cements the life of families, a life that does not move. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The love of beginnings)


#40827
« I hate violence and now I'm about to write a book about crime. If I hate her so much, this outburst of violence is because I dread it and try to protect me from it, like a child who, after his mother has carefully lined her bed, thinks she is safe from the nightmare. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (One day, crime)


#40828
« Before, for everyone, it's his childhood. Whether you see it as a green paradise or denigrate it like Sartre in The Words, whether it is the object of nostalgia or that one rejoices in having come out of it, like the prisoner freed from his cell, so unhappy, we never tire of mentioning it, that age, to remember the precious moments, as if there was in him something unforgettable that would have shaped our future by leaving forever its mark. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Before)


#40829
« At the beginning, there is indeed a relationship of reciprocal interlocking between psychoanalysis and literature. Remember: the case stories of the Hysteria Studies that Freud worries about "reading like novels", the Scientific Psychology Project thrown on paper like a poem in creative fever, a little crazy, that we know, the "analysis" with Fliess in the form of exchanged letters, the dream stories of the Traumdeutung with what they suppose to be written , Oedipus tragedy before being complex, Hamlet, the Gravida, the identification to Goethe - Poetry and Truth -, to Moses - the Tables of the Law ... The review would be endless. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Central Laboratory: Interviews, 1970-2012)


#40830
« For this is where the paradox of the transfer lies: the analyst is both the forwarder and the recipient. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The force of attraction)


#40831
« The dream ignores nothingness. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Crossing the shadows)


#40832
« My hypothesis is that each dream, as the object of the analysis, refers to the mother body. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Between dream and pain)


#40833
« Phallic woman, phallic mother Woman fantasmatically equipped with a phallus. such an image may take two main forms depending on whether the woman is depicted either as carrying an external phallus or a phallic attribute or as having kept the male phallus within herself. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Vocabular of psychoanalysis)


#40834
« I looked like those tourists who go from site to site, from a church portal to a castle without leaving their eyes their blue or green guide, trying to check if what is in front of them corresponds to what is inscribed in the guide. They can't see anything. They refuse to allow themselves to be absorbed, even for a few moments, by what is there, within reach of their gaze, offered. They trust the guide more than they trust themselves, they don't know how to perceive. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Brother of the previous)


#40835
« However, there is no question of denying it, this heavy surname. It would have been to deny my father, whose name does not appear in any dictionary, only, forever, in my memory. Throughout my teenage years, I had to resolve this contradiction: to be, above all, my father's son and not be at any price the descendant of his family. No doubt to keep the image alive in me, and to me alone- no, not the image: the presence of this beloved-loving father, who died very young, I had to flee all the members of a family that had committed the unforgivable fault of not being him. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Brother of the previous)


#40836
« p. 43: Analysis, dreaming, writing: three active movements that dep me of the self. The self is lost, the I am there (...) »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40837
« Where does it come from that we elect certain words? That there are kind or detestable in our eyes when others say nothing or nothing to us and that there are some so heavy that it seems urgent to deliver them? (p. 13) ... hence this book in the form of lexicon »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40838
« Friendship is a shelter that protects from the pain of loving. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Monomotapa's Dream)


#40839
« So what do we have left? Some confidence. Trust in what? in this: the crossing, however long, so arduous, as perilous as it may be, will take place. Crossing appearances, crossing borders, crossing time, crossing places, images, events of the day and those events of the night that are dreams, moving memories and imaginary figures (are there others?), crossing mainly transfers (two words that could be considered synonymous). »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (This Time Doesn't Pass - The Railway Bay)


#40840
« Only the wandering mood brings trouble to our lives. Stones, like the dead, ignore moods. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Low tide high tide)


#40841
« He doesn't like to be told about his roots. I share his dislike. It is the whole world that is our root. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Low tide high tide)


#40842
« Should the analysis only be effective in a fundamental misunderstanding? »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (On the margins of the days)


#40843
« and then Eric was born... it was immediate life, made of sensations before language took away all the freshness. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Low tide high tide)


#40844
« The only being that keeps you in company is yourself. This "self" may change, not be the same, although I do not recognize myself in old photographs or today in the mirror of my bathroom (...), does not prevent that it is always self. In the long run, this permanent company becomes boring. How can we misrepresent company? Leaving each other without getting lost completely ?... To get rid of yourself without disappearing? »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Monomotapa's Dream)


#40845
« It is only when one agrees to approach this hollow, this silence, and then to sink into it at the risk of approaching the abyss, but with the hope of finding an underground source, that all these abilities have a chance to be realized. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (On the margins of the nights)


#40846
« Separate from oneself without collapsing, without falling into chaos where everything is confused. This is what the dream, psychoanalysis, reading, writing, travel sometimes, but always less than we had hoped for. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (On the margins of the nights)


#40847
« Perhaps this would be what we expect from literature, to transform the extreme singularity of fact, but without ever erasing it, accentuating it instead, into something aimed at the universal or at least capable of joining the other in its own singularity. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (One day, crime)


#40848
« in the short story "With...", a man goes to visit friends in the hospital but also to simple acquaintances .... because of persistent guilt... for he was absent at the time of his father's death..."Today he wondered: What am I going to look for when I go to approach these sick people? I do not feel a vocation as a nurse or a good sister. it is not compassion, it is not self-pity. So what? Do I fear that no one will be by my side when my time comes? (p.38-39) »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Low tide high tide)


#40849
« "Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely" had continued to accompany me. Although I know all that I owe to those who allowed me to go towards philosophy and then to psychoanalysis, I did not make them masters, I did not have to assume the role of disciple. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (One day, crime)


#40850
« That must be the source of the fascination with various criminal facts. In them are combined the singularity of a personal history, the particular circumstances that triggered the event and something that comes from the depths of the ages: transfusion of the archaic in the present moment. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (One day, crime)


#40851
« CONSCIENCE (MSIVTIC) If psychoanalytic theory was formed by refusing to define the field of the psyche by consciousness, it did not consider consciousness as an inessential phenomenon. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Vocabular of psychoanalysis)


#40852
« A congress: at best, a meeting of experts who came to communicate information that was supposed to be objective, controlled, subject to the administration of evidence; at worst, a fair where everyone touts their products. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40853
« But the shadow cast, what exactly was it? Even if I consulted dictionaries, I browsed specialized books, I could not understand how this shadow differed from other shadows. The combination of these two words troubled me. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Crossing the shadows)


#40854
« My mother, this stranger. Between her and me, the first misunderstanding, the first of my missed appointments, at the origin of all the others. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (They)


#40855
« She taught him, he would later think, that every woman is elusive, even as men boast of "taking" them. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (They)


#40856
« For some - I would like to be one of them - writing is rooted in the insistent desire to make the children speak in order to get as close as possible to our secret aphasia. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Before)


#40857
« - If it is not only a wound of pride, then it can be suffering, less that of the loss of which one ends up consoling, than that of abandonment. To be left alone, suddenly, on the shore, while the woman walks away and disappears forever without worrying in the least about the fate of the one she planted there. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (They)


#40858
« Heard a mother threaten her beautiful little girl, whom she had the nervalian name of Aurelia: "If you drink an orange juice, you will have the current one." Sudden and perhaps beneficial fall from the graceful to the trivial, from top to bottom! »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (On the margins of the days)


#40859
« If: I am suspicious of something, of the widespread application of the precautionary principle. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Monomotapa's Dream)


#40860
« The presence of future death goes hand in hand with the attraction to life, with the tireless curiosity that animates the child eager to explore what surrounds him. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (On the margins of the nights)


#40861
« Long before Terror and its paranoia took hold, the conviction that my neighbour was suspicious, that he might well be my enemy, that my "brother" was plotting against me, behind my back, this conviction, with the devastation it entails, would it be in the seed in any society that proclaims, loud and clear, that it is ideal only for brotherhood? »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Brother of the previous)


#40862
« The enigma, starting with that proposed by the Sphinx in Oedipus, and then, centuries later, the one that the dream offered to Freud, is addressed to an intelligence capable of finding the solution, detecting its hidden meaning. The mystery is not decipherable, it escapes language, it goes hand in hand with revelation, with unveiling. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Brother of the previous)


#40863
« Most canonical oppositions, I reject them. Madness/ Reason - there are reasoning follies and a core of truth at the heart of all delirium. Civilization/Barbary, as if the 20th century and probably the one that begins did not give us enough proof that barbarism is in civilization. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Brother of the previous)


#40864
« Since then, he has been wary of false-tokens like the plague. One of his friends, of foreign origin, wielding the French language in his own way, says "double chips". The youngest is wary of these double beings who change games, but none is true. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Brother of the previous)


#40865
« Throughout my teenage years, I had to resolve this contradiction: to be, above all, my father's son and not at all the descendants of his family. No doubt to keep still alive in me, and in me alone, the image - no, not the image: the presence - of this beloved-loving father, who died very young, I had to flee all the members of a family that had committed the unforgivable fault of not being him. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Brother of the previous)


#40866
« What I used to look for in reading and what I can no longer find there as if it can no longer take me abroad, is in and on this meror that weaves and relaxes, untie and connects, that I meet it. There is the place said that both digs and animates all the others. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The love of beginnings)


#40867
« I'll have made movies! »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (They)


#40868
« Donald Winnicott did not know the status of parent, he did not have to exercise what psychoanalysts like to call the "paternal function" (as if becoming a father, being a father, was a function!). Having had no children, he knew, like no other therapist, to connect with the hundreds of children he received. Winnicott or the child doctor. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (The Awakened Sleeper)


#40869
« Saying like Winnicott, even with humor, that you can be as creative in cooking eggs on the plate as Schumann composing a sonata, don't you find that a bit abusive? If I express an emotion, I don't create anything. I'm afraid Winnicott is a little fooled by his love for the child (and mother). Having said that - and again I reject the concept but acknowledge it - talking about creativity Winnicott reminds us that the world of our perceptions is dead letter as long as it is not animated by a look. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Losing sight)


#40870
« Psychology Magazine: You write: "Separate oneself: a task as painful as it is inevitable and even necessary for those who do not agree to stay put and who has the desire to move forward, to go ahead of what, not being oneself, is likely to be to come." Is that really about changing? J.-B. Pontalis: Yes, it's going out of what's known about yourself. That's what I've always been looking for. Before becoming a psychoanalyst, I was a philosophy teacher. One day— I was 29 years old - a student from hypokhâgne said to me, "They are your classes, but you feel like you don't really believe them." At the time, it didn't make much effect on me, but then I realized that she was telling the truth: I was fluent in language, speech, but I didn't live my words. First I had to get away from my masters, especially Sartre who, though generous, was so overwhelming... By separating from Sartre, then from Lacan, each time I separated, "taken" from who I was at the time and the concepts that carried me then - you know, we can also find ourselves locked in concepts. It was a long time before I really recognized myself in my word, in what I was writing. Thus, there is for everyone to free themselves from the different identifications that mark his life. This is what it is, to be alive: to try not to remain frozen in an age, in a position, and also to be able to navigate, to go back and forth in the different periods of his life: to find the child in itself, his part of femininity, his adolescent revolt... Then, all ages are telescoped, as in dreams, where an element of the vigil and memories of the very first years mix. The important thing is that it moves. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis


#40871
« The dream, our secret hysteria? »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Crossing the shadows)


#40872
« We have experienced, we sometimes find emotions as intense as those we felt as children, when we dived, lying on the ground, on a bed, in a book to get lost, to forget our identity, our present, our family. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40873
« Meaning does not object to nonsense. By going to a hard time, by 'breaking our heads' we will end up giving him meaning to this nonsense. Sense opposes informed, meaningless. (p. 87) »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40874
« If we understood the world, we would not be part of it, we who are unable to understand each other. (p. 100) »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40875
« The language has its own breath, it is mobile; and, rich or poor, she can say anything; it is encounter with the unexpected. It deconstrucances the concept (...) S. 19 »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Windows)


#40876
« Neutrality One of the qualities defining the attitude of the analyst in the cure. The analyst must be neutral about religious, moral and social values, i.e. not directing the cure according to any ideal and refrain from any advice, neutral in relation to transferential manifestations, which is usually expressed by the formula "not to penetrate the patient's game"; neutral, finally, as to the discourse of the analysed, i.e. not to give priority on the basis of theoretical prejudices, such fragment or type of meanings. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Vocabular of psychoanalysis)


#40877
« ... the expectations of the woman, the expectations of the man do not coincide and it is precisely because they cannot meet fully to the point of forgetting their differences that they attract each other. They cannot commune, except in the intensity of shared enjoyment. After that, they will be at best next to each other or in a opposite that separates them, disunity them. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (They)


#40878
« But I was wrong: passion is not an exacerbated love, it differs, it is even the opposite. She demands the possession of the other while knowing it impossible and she ignores that in return she makes you a possessed. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (They)


#40879
« The first is jealous of the second, the intruder. The second is jealous of the first comer. The only child suffers from being the only one of his mother. In a large family, it's not easy to find your place. There is no right solution. But even worse: having been robbed of his childhood. »
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis (Brother of the previous)


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