What I can remember, however, every morning, is a dream. Not merely a memory of a memory hiding in the recess of a bad night’s sleep. I remember every detail. The color of the curtains in the room, the number of flowers in the vase, the dialogue, what I’m wearing, who I am. I can recall a maximum of three dreams from the previous night, but I average around two. But just like you probably have no idea what you ate for dinner a week ago, eventually the dream falls away. I make a point of remembering the ones I want to remember and I let the rest go. People always tell me to write them down. I’ve protested this practice. A dream is ineffable, not simply language, it isn’t just a story…
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Bodies That Matter
One of the first things that the two women, a burlesque dancer and a party organizer, mentioned to me was how hard it is to be a woman in their businesses here in Brazil. I was interviewing them for an anthropological project on sadomasochism. In the room below us, a man was lying face up
Freud in English: A Case Study of Translation
What does it mean to say that the subject of psychoanalysis is the ‘the soul’ rather than ‘the mind’? On Thursday 11th February, students met for the seminar ‘Freud in English: A Case Study of Translation’, as part of ECLA’s Annual Conference 2010. Led by ECLA faculty member Dr. Ewa Atanassow, the group involved discussion