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The book studies a psychological phenomenon called natural symbolization coined by the famous twentieth century French psychoanalyst, Jacques Lacan.
Jacques Lacan was a follower of Freudian psychoanalytic theory. He expanded on it with inputs from social anthropology and linguistics. He is read widely as one of the post-modern thinkers and there are numerous books on the subject.
The focus of this book is on the juxtaposition of psychoses with creative genius. In Lacanian theory nothing is irrelevant. Therefore focus has been on his seminars where the discussion of poetic skill appears along with identity, primary symbolization and delusion.
For ages man has grappled with the question of birth and a growth from a tiny speck to sophisticated machinery that is human. The native acquires social and cultural features to grow further into a being.
An author is a queer being. He is eccentric, rebellious and unreasonable. He writes. The book explores what is to be an author and what is the value of his writings for him.
Dr. Anuradha Bhattacharyya is Assistant Professor of English in PG Govt. College, Sector-11, Chandigarh, a UPSC position. She has been publishing her poetry since 1998. Her engagement with writing has been since the nineteen eighties when there were no computers. She used to write in a diary.
She completed her masters in English Literature from Jadavpur University, Kolkata with European Literature, Psychoanalysis and D. H. Lawrence as her specialization. From then on she continued her study of Freud and Lacan acquiring a PhD from IIT, Kharagpur and teaching thereafter.Dr. Anuradha Bhattacharyya is Assistant Professor of English in PG Govt. College, Sector-11, Chandigarh, a UPSC position. She has been publishing her poetry since 1998. Her engagement with writing has been since the nineteen eighties when there were no computers. She used to write in a diary.
Dr. Anuradha Bhattacharyya has published three books of poetry from Writers Workshop, Kolkata and many stray poems and short stories in various journals. Her research papers and research scholars’ works are infused with psychoanalytic insight. She has written two novels: The Road Taken and One Word. Currently, a collection of her critical essays is in the press. It is on some of the classics of twentieth century European literature focusing on their surrealist aspect.
Stubborn and rebellious Zen takes a decision and sets out to act upon it. There’s no turning back; not even Laisha can dissuade him. Cautious and dutiful Laisha joins him on this rocky road uphill picking up a few fruits for herself on the way.
Do they ever reach anywhere?
Drawing examples from contemporary life, this book challenges many moral values. It leaves the heart to explain every choice and allows nothing beyond palpable reality to inhibit one’s action.
published by Creative Crows Publishers, New Delhi
You have disturbed my deep slumber.
I have not delved in the science
So deep as to read your face
And cut through your cunning
Web of continents …
Your fine net of polite words
Chains my endeavour
To divert my interest.
I could hate you, or do I not?
It’s just the other face of love.
I have been in hysterics over
An ideal falsified and long
To live in illusions.
Too many illustrations
Of similar lives
Have filled my heart with fear;
At every step I take in hope
There are hot flames, hot tears.
‘I forgive you’, I say through
Whispered inanities on the phone
Never do convey my agony.
Hot tears frighten me –
They well up from such depths,
I fear blood will spill.
Desire is unpleasure
And I haven’t it suppressed.
Songs borrowed from Magnasound
Do not speak your mind,
Nor do Swiss Chocolate Hearts, which
Can be bought without tears.
And at nights?
Lies a gaping flower;
Some borrowed images from the screen
Arouse a passive desire –
Then the knife cuts
Through a heaving bosom,
An old tear rolls across,
Scared to death to sniff
And blow my nose, I speak
All that I mean for your ears –
Does it serve your vanity
To be deaf?
If you were home near me
I could speak aloud.
I just lose myself in a crowd:
Chat, laugh and sing.
My embittered courage finds praise
In foul-throated givers-up;
You are not the only one.