SOS What happened to the wailer?

17. oktober 2013 § Skriv en kommentar

As a Danish citizen I am part of a nation ranked as the happiest in the world. Nearly ten % of the population is taking antidepressants. Working as a psychologist/therapist, I am supposed to fix those experiences of LACK by finding and believing in the object missing; energy, happiness, motivation, calmness, concentration, you name it!! Burn-out syndrome and depression are diseases of lack and of nothingness: the slogan “All is possible” is overwhelming, gradually turning into “Nothing is possible”. And the wailer is nowhere to be found. Australian based Narrative Therapy has dealt with sufferings of “the internalized Other(s)” through practices of witnessing and reversing of those damned subjugating, marginalising discourses. It is a therapy of Pride, Voice and Recognition. However, I think the subjectivity at stake for a contemporary therapeutic response is changing from the Marginalised towards a Flooding of gazes, pop-up faces, signatures… Speech is so close to just being noise. Not sound, but noise. The art of communication and reflection, right?! So, how do people respond to this issue (not yet posed as a ‘problem’) of hyper-responsitivity in their everyday lives? In Scandinavia, the most popular answers are Mindfulness Techniques and antidepressants. And now, the term Intensity (and thereby the name of Gilles Deleuze) has entered pop-vocabulary, conceived as some sort of energizer, as a volumizer of the sensuous, turning into yet a quantitative matter of the great (too) “Much”. An abyss of individualizing promises operationalized through “Affect Management” in workplaces, in meetings, in schools, in spare time. The promise is to become aware of the present and to revive your senses (although learning the art of Smell only applies for red crisp apples, not for the rotten ones). All this IN ORDER TO…feel happy again…so you can work again. This is the search for inner silence in order to face and survive outer noise. What world is this? Being a traveller in social networks, being fed with decadent sensuousness and haunted by IN ORDER TO’s? My profession, the discipline of Psychology, is having problems responding to this over flooding of noise and hyper-responsitivity in ways that do not fall into those individualizing abysses, either within or without of a conversational frame. So far, I’ve been addressing handcraft, knitting, gardening, war veterans gathering around MC’s… What problems to frame? What gatherings to imagine? What assemblages? What silences to create, connected with joy rather than total lack (of speech)? How to become-wailer, crying out this overwhelming Too Much? This cry, this sublime complaint that “does not express the pain (…) but is a kind of song” (Deleuze, on Joy in l’Abecedaire)…

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