ON MINDING AND BEING MINDED ON MINDING AND BEING MINDED Experiencing Bion and Beckett Ian Miller First published 2015 byKarnac Books Ltd. Published 2018 by Routledge 2 Park Square, Milton Park, Abingdon, Oxon OX14 4RN 711 Third Avenue, New York, NY 10017, USA Routledge is an imprint of the Taylor & Francis Group, an informa business Copyright © 2015 by Ian Miller The right of Ian Miller to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with §§ 77 and 78 of the Copyright Design and Patents Act 1988. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reprinted or reproduced or utilised in any form or by any electronic, mechanical, or other means, now known or hereafter invented, including photocopying and recording, or in any informationstorage or retrieval system, without permission in writing fromthe publishers. 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British Library Cataloguing in Publication Data A C.I.P. for this book is available from the British Library ISBN-13: 9781782200741 (pbk) Typeset by V Publishing Solutions Pvt Ltd., Chennai, India CONTENTS ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS vii ABOUT THE AUTHOR xi CHAPTER ONE Introducing the present formulation 1 CHAPTER TWO Beginning How It Is: an energetic reading 11 CHAPTER THREE How It Is again 21 CHAPTER FOUR Learning how it is from experience 31 CHAPTER FIVE How it is across time—the road from Connolly’s Store 45 v vi CONTENTS CHAPTER SIX The present formulation claimed by the bog 59 CHAPTER SEVEN The present formulation as bricolage 69 CHAPTER EIGHT Psychotherapy and the present formulation 81 CHAPTER NINE The present formulation: plod along as one 91 CHAPTER TEN A second opinion 99 REFERENCES 107 INDEX 113 ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS Reading clinical psychoanalysis in the company of Samuel Beckett and Wilfred Bion is a roller coaster ride, bringing to mind in its scope a range of experience from thrill to regression. With Beckett and Bion as co-participants, themselves active as a Beckettian pseudo-couple like Mercier and Camier or Vladimir and Estragon, the topography of per- sonal experience links the banal, as in Dan Rooney’s sonorous listing of nineteen gerunds, each ending in “ing”, verbalising the “horrors of home life”, the imperatives of the quotidian (Beckett, 2006c), with Bion’s own sublime gift to the psychoanalytic future, in Learning From Experience, of an induced journey into the non-verbal, the inchoate, as the practical substrate of clinical practice, in a register paralleling and differing from what is said. The Bion-Beckett pseudo-couple provides a prospect of psychoanalytic topography in the twenty-first century in addressing: catastrophe and hope; the tensions between talking and the unformulated; between the bitter endurance of being and the alive- ness of surviving within the minding of the other, across the compass of directions with, against, toward, and together. My appreciation in arrival at this manner of reading is to the psychoanalysts I carry around in continuous conversation, as I shift back and forth in my own thinking from immersion to reflection. This vii viii ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS is the experiential matrix from which I recognise what Beckett does with Bion in The Unnamable, or in Molloy. It is not reducible simply to a transferential working-through, but to the trying out and establishing of new levels of object relational experience, the sensuous feel of expe- rience, engaged with the internalised presence of the other. Certainly, we seek out the stimuli to which we wish to respond, both immersed in our lives and shaping our environments. My own primary object of contemplation is in mentalising a thinking couple, partners in mutually generative emotional conceptualisation. It is a view that accords with contemporary understandings of the psychoanalytic object, informed by the work of Wilfred Bion. Lingering at the edges of this construction is my gratitude for the endurance and courage I have witnessed through psychoanalytic expe- rience; and my conviction that these are affirmations of psychic living over dying. With this is an understanding, also born of experience, that the extension of caring and love, an “I” to a “Thou”, is essential to the analytic task: often maintained in “good enough” stoicism by the thera- pist, if disputed from a resistant position by the patient. Notable among others for whom I am grateful within my own contentious and exacting internal crowd are Gilead Nachmani, Benjamin Wolstein, Roy Schafer, William Grossman, and James Grotstein. And standing behind them are the superstars of psychoanalytic tradition both in the rivalries and argu- ments of its formal schools and of its personalities: Bion, Thompson, Sullivan, Klein, Freud, Suttie, Rickman, and Ferenczi. They are present in what was transmitted directly, through action and anecdote to my teachers, analysts, and supervisors; and concretely present through the texts they have left behind. One of the most extraordinary and gratifying dimensions of practis- ing psychoanalysis is how, over days and years, one interiorises learn- ing from another, also hard at work in this singular craft. Bion nails it properly when he tells us that he is no philosopher, and that his explan- atory warrant derives from his own analytic experience, as patient and analyst. My patients have also been generous teachers, suffering with me in the ambitious undertaking of clinical practice. Lacking omniscience and girded against our individual and shared anxieties, we continue to seek realisation of Bion’s O in K. I am thankful to my colleagues and friends who have generously read and commented on my thinking: Toni O’Brien Johnson in Dublin, ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS ix Judy Lovett in Paris, Kay Souter in Melbourne, and James Grotstein in Los Angeles. Their gifts are many and well appreciated. And also to libraries where stores of information, preconceptions for the fevers of thinking, remain available: to Trinity College Dublin, which continued to supply me with necessary books when my own office bookshelves were groaning for mercy; and in its virtual presence, to the Psychoana- lytic Electronic Publishing archive, for bountiful worldwide provenance of psychoanalytic arrivals and departures, wherever one has an internet connection. Finally, much gratitude to Annette Clancy, for her contin- ued ongoings in faith and endurance during her husband’s preoccupa- tions with the voices in his head, of Beckett and Bion. I am mindful too, of my Irish colleagues in psychoanalytic psycho- therapy who tell me that beyond the incomprehensibility of my lan- guage (American) and writing (difficult), what I’ve said is simply “what we all do”; it is good to know that we are all on the same road, headed in the same direction, plodding as one. This work is dedicated to the memory of Hettie Frank, PhD, dear friend and colleague, who recognised that love should always be present, like a bottle of ketchup, next to the salt and pepper on the table of life’s diner. Freud was uncharacteristically optimistic in “Mourning and Melancholia”. After grieving, we go on; but what was formerly whole remains forever fragmented. Absence remains always present. Though it might seem more Beckettian to blame the shoe for the fault of the foot, this work’s flaws and failures are entirely my own, as I stumble forward, attempting to fail better.