Let's hypothesize a theater of solitude: a single character grappling with his own interminable discourse -- at intervals whispered and shouted; prosaic one moment, poetic or even epic the next. What is the status, in that case, of this voice that speaks nonstop?
Phillips does tell us that, as a young child in the 1860s, Sigmund regularly found himself displaced by the birth of new siblings -- six in seven years. As newlyweds in the 1880s, Freud and his wife practically repeated this history, welcoming new children -- six in eight years.
It is easy for some people now to rest assured that the eruptions by whom they may see as these two "outliers" have been exposed and denounced, and that these individuals received their just punishments.
Americans responded to the art in the Armory Show with excitement, confusion, and dismay. Some members of the press called the exhibition's Gallery I, with its European modernist works, a "Chamber of Horrors."
The anger in the transference is clear. He's not saying, "You don't get to be bored" to his daughter, but to himself. Not getting, of course, that her boredom and his boredom belong to different categories.
The Fair was crackling with energy, underscored by the exotic presence of artists from Albania, Almaty and Azerbaijan, and exhibitions flown in from Prishtina, Kosovo and Tbilisi, Georgia. There were also a lively talks program and bevy of imaginative social events.
Did Sigmund Freud, the greatest figure in history to explain human sexuality and desire, have an affair with his wife's younger sister? Six years ago, a German sociologist finally resolved the burning question that has fascinated Freud scholars for the past century.
The arts do not make a city. The arts are the city and without them we are left with the drab, dead monstrosities of East Germany and communist Russia where the soul of our Id and Ego have been crushed between the huge intersecting powers of an all dominating Super Ego.
What are the sociological implications behind the notion of "sin," religious or otherwise? The claims that humans are intrinsically evil are highly problematic not solely do to the fact that the claim resides on a false-dichotomy. It only sees one-side of the story.
Based on true events, Augustine tells the tale of the titular kitchen servant who is brought to an asylum after suffering a strange seizure that leaves her paralyzed on one side. I got to sit down with director Alice Winocour to discuss this richly realized and slyly subversive debut.
The mental health profession, not content with trying to solve real problems, has over the years proposed solving imaginary ones. The current debate is over the right to even try to cure homosexuality. The adage that there's no harm in trying doesn't hold. There is great harm in trying.
Louise. Who is she? Well, for starters, she is a housewife living in Greenwich Village, New York City with her demanding husband and two children who are, by the way, both seven years old--but not twins. Her days are filled with mundane chores. She's a pleaser.
Entitled, "Sigmund Freud Typeface - A Letter to your Shrink," a Kickstarter project, aims to turn the esteemed twentieth-century psychoanalyst's handwriting into a computer typeface that would allow for digital letter writing.