The House of Hunger: Claustrophobia

Tuesday, August 17, 2004

Claustrophobia

Samuel Beckett: 'I used to lie down on the couch and try to go back in my past. I think it probably did help. I think it helped me perhaps to control the panic. I certainly came up with some extraordinary memories of being in the womb. Intrauterine memories. I remember feeling trapped, of being imprisoned and unable to escape, of crying to be let out but no one could hear, no one was listening. I remember being in pain but being unable to do anything about it. I used to go back to my digs and write notes on what had happened, on what I’d come up with. I’ve never found them since. Maybe they still exist somewhere. I think it all helped me to understand a bit better what I was doing and what I was feeling'. If consciousness is the main difference between humans and animals and, thus, a symbol and symptom of intelligence, prenatal memories are a product of golden minds. Womb womb womb jail jail jail. Sam, dearest, the womb is a small prison… But look at us now, look at me now —I cannot move the earth and the bird corpses in my stomach the mush the stench why why why because because reality why why why because because because the sky is a bigger prison than the womb. Was it black, I would be happy —but it is light(l)y blue.

Your crown etcetera.

I do believe in our incapability to define emotions.

The grammar of consciousness.

posted by MORGAR @ 2:18 PM

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