My Skinned-Ego, My Thinking-Ego.

The Group is a powerful entity. As a student of the group phenomena and counseling, I have been intrigued by it. One of the texts we read in my degree that deals with the group and the dynamic of the group was Didier Anzieu’s “The Dynamic of the small group”. I was surprised by his clarity and at the same time the cleaver notes he makes about it. Although his approach is psychoanalytical (and my degree is in the Humanistic branch) what I read really took my attention.

I started to read more about him and then, I found that one of his works was “The Skinned Ego” (Le Moi Peau in French). It is one of the most beautiful books I have read. His proposal, briefly speaking, is that the skin itself could represent a metaphor of the psychic configurations of the person. I will not get into the topic itself, but I hope soon something about it could be written

There is another book of his that came later on. The book is called “From the Skinned Ego to the Thinking Ego”. At the end of this last book there is a beautiful poem, thought or farewell as he himself entitled it.

It honestly made me cry by the deepness and sincerity of the thought that I perceived.. I share it because I consider it is beautiful, deep, strong, hopeful, and alive.

This is the farewell translated by myself from Spanish (although I have a minor in translation it has been centuries since I professionally translated something, hope it is good for the time) the original poem can be seen in the other post Mi Yo Piel. Mi Yo Pensante in this blog for those who read in Spanish. Hope you enjoy as much as I did, and still do, every time I read it. The lines in bold are those I feel the most. All comments are well accepted. Enjoy!

 

As a Farewell.

Didier Anzieu

 

The flaying without ascesis.

The truth without eloquence.

The comprehension, without the knowledge

The renunciation, without the resignation.

The love, without the painful conjunction of two masochists

The old wine, among other news.

The joy, in the greatest moments.

The humility of recognizing the misery blended with the remains of its greatness

The control of the thoughts rather than the others.

The spirit, with the flesh and the heart.

The grief, with the grace.

The intrepidity, without the intemperance

The madness, without its praise.

The clear and distinct idea, without separating it from the terror of confusing sensations where it embodies. *

*Translation by Marcia Hernandez-Arroyo.

 

References:

Anzieu, D. (1995). El Pensar: del Yo-Piel al Yo-Pensante. Madrid: Biblioteca Nueva.

When something is good or wrong… Just dance!

It sounds like Lady Gaga’s song “Gonna be ok, just dance”. And sometimes so it is. For me dancing is a matter of flowing with your body in your space. Life is about flowing. I remember the movie “Memoirs of a Geisha” when Sayuri says to Nobu “What is sumo but a dance between giants? What is business but a dance between companies? I would like to know about every kind of dance.”
Life is movement. Which is one of the first sings to recognize something dead? That it does not move! Never stop, just move! Movement amplifies the possibilities, the spectrum of what we have seen or experimented so far. When something goes wrong, just move! When something is great, you move! Sometimes the current lifestyles we have in our societies tend to tell us not to move. I remember school when I was asked to be quiet, not to move. Today many educational institutions keep asking students to stay sat for 6, 7 or more hours. That is terrible! We need kids that move, that recognize themselves, that explore the movements their bodies are capable and that know and keep in contact with others by means not only of language, but of body-language. Sometimes playing soccer, running, moving, dancing, etc. provide kids of different ways to create contact with others. Even us as adults, we are able to explore other ways to communicate with others. Be a change in your space, you will see the difference.
I share one of my favorite pieces of contemporary dance “Petit Mort” by Jiri Kylian. Especially I simply adore the “Pas de deux”. Hope you enjoy as much as I do.