User talk:Kiarash

Latest revision as of 23:55, 12 September 2011

It is been said that an author’s emotional preferences can be traced thorough his words. From the late half of nineteenth century that claimed proved to be more than just a saying and turned into not only a scientific fact but a science itself. Whether the attempt to develop such science was entirely located it’s arrowhead toward the neutrality of other methods to describe such things or not, it led to a place where we can discover a variety of emotions, crisis and even smallest lapses of a written word’s life. While being concerned with the newly accomplished knowledge of literary theory for years, that benefits the psychoanalytic discoveries by a gross extent, I have arrived to a conclusion that will be described through this short paper. This text will provide its reader with a very sincere approach, as it is required in every scientific method, to the possible positions concerning an interactive or non-interactive readership relation between the author and the text. This method is taken to trial in only one criteria of narcissism and the consideration of an exposed self-conscious ego. This brief strive will demonstrate the approach as a true and cogent standpoint toward a text and is not implicated within the psychoanalytic theory itself. The later achievements for having this thesis a vastly developed system of ideas will be in the hands of time, chances and its own potentials.

A text of mere report nature is denoted by the absence of its author’s choice in altering the subject of its text regarding the desired fidelity of the description to the object/event it describes. Hence it is defined by the separated nature of one’s self experience with the subject and the real discourse of it(Merrill, 1984). Rational justifications, most commonly the feature of enlightenment are functional methods in writing such literature. As the author excludes himself from the subject texts, the more he succeeds the text becomes about the subject and as he engages his own imaginary experience- that is for one to put himself into a position that is supposed and has never been experienced- or his encounters with the reality of that event, the description becomes more associated with the subjectivity of its author.

In respect to the process where a text is written in a certain lifecycle, from where it is started and where it ends, one can generally define two different natures of a written text by considering its lifecycle as continuos or discreet. A continuously written text is that it is written from the beginning to its end without a break. As the text develops, later the author find himself estranged from what he had in the start. Worrying the loss of memory and oblivion among the features of man’s mind, he can be fully determined of the plot and structure, and other supposed universals in the text, but yet there are various details that may come to be forgotten. The only neurotic intruder here will be the authors notion of his own oblivion. That may put the aware author into an anxiety of being forgetful that gradually increases through the text’s lifecycle or writing time. This temporal discourse is located in the outside world and not within the temporality of the text itself.

Any attempt to halt this anxiety will be a tendency to reread the text in order to having access to what has been forgotten or what is thought to be forgotten in author’s mind. Wayne Wickelgren, 1974 has come to the conclusion that, in direct functions when mind is creating an emblem of it self or is taking part in an emotional act, in normal condition will not forget in less than a week.

The thesis is based upon how a cue-dependent forgetting happens when the memory is temporarily lost while the stimuli of its encoding is absent. While the author has to have a universal of the text co=lose at hand, either by the remembrance or by present evidence, forgetting caused by the lack of its stimuli is highly unlikely.

In contrary a text of discreet nature, that is to say the text is written not continually but with a revisiting/rereading fashion implied by its author depicts different response to oblivion. As he forgets or desires to go back and see what he has brought into text he rereads the transferred features of his own discourse. --Kiarash Alimi 08:19, 12 September 2011 (UTC)

[edit] The Psychoanalysis Session Dream

I dreamt that i was on time for my Vazirian session this week as i was on my way to her office. The address was Soheill street Shariati that was correct in my dream. I stood at the beginning of soheil waiting for a cab to come. A cab set aside with no passengers and waited for me. A man with the face quite similar to Mr. Paul Auster's face was the driver. He was friendly and soon i forgot about the car and got drowned in my own thoughts on my way to Vazirian. The street reached its end and i remembered that there is a very odd way to get to Vazirian from that location; We had to turn right three or four crossings before and head to east till the alley ends and then we had to turn left in a street parallel to the main street. As we did not do as we should, that i supposed that the driver knows the way. As i wanted to go out of the car, i asked the man how much do i have to pay you. The man demanded much more than i had expected. I asked why. The man answered you got the whole car reserved. I said i have not talked about it. The man said yes, but i thought you wanted my car that way and so you have to pay me extra. I looked at my watch. I can not tell the exact time but it was late. i said, you had came the wrong way, i am late and you want extra cash? the man stepped out of the car and opened the rear door where i was sitting. he did something humiliating or abusing which i do not remember. i am sure that it was moderate in extent. i left the car and the driver without paying. i knew i had to get out of the car, turn right, head to east where there was a very steep alley that was dead end, so i had to ask for the houses at the end of the alley to open their doors so i can get inside and pass through their houses to reach the other door that opens in vazirian's alley. i knew all that because i have had the experience before. i knew the way in my dream. i got into a house at the right end of the street, the gate-man did not let me. as i was walking, knowing that i was too late and i am not going to make it to the session, i tried to take a look ate a frog , a bunch of flowers and the lawn in the yard to memorize the colors. i was quite sure that it was a dream until i saw that there are colors. i knew that it was reality and that there is no color in dreams. i was very anxious. i was not dreaming, it was reality. i got out of the house, it was too late to go to vazirian. i stepped into the alley and i headed to a place that i knew that i know, but i had no idea where i was going till i arrived. like i was walking right to left to north to south, though the walk was a short one, i never asked myself where i was going as i knew that i have to go there. finally i reached a plateau with an amazing view of a city in sunset dimmed in a warm fog, a purplish orange mist was allover the town and there was a river between me and the city. i sat on lawns near a bronze lion. it was like it is a very special place that is for me. or it is a place that i usually come. i was crying. i was very anxious and devastated for what i had done to my session, the cab driver and ... i dialed your number and i talked to you. it was not a new thing in my dream. I had a memory of having that call in that very time and location. suddenly you said something while i was crying, i wanted to go, i really wanted to go,. your words made me calm down to a total stage of tranquility. in a moment all of the anxiety and everything was gone. i refreshed my breath, whipped off my tears and started to describe the scene i was watching, the town, the purple/orange mist and the lights of the town, a dome, the river, and the plateau.