To the see the world as being in a state of flux, as if one were separated from it in a transcendent position -- instead, watching its material vicissitudes, is this not the key to the paranoid-schizoid position of early childhood?
Contrarywise, to see the world from an integrated position, peering out at is from the point of view of one who has claim to some identity or other that is publically recognised and reinforced -- is that not equivalent to the depressive position of the social realist who has accepted society's shackles of the mind, and is now part and parcel of them: person and shackles in one?
Marechera speaks thus from the first position in critical analysis of the second:
Contrarywise, to see the world from an integrated position, peering out at is from the point of view of one who has claim to some identity or other that is publically recognised and reinforced -- is that not equivalent to the depressive position of the social realist who has accepted society's shackles of the mind, and is now part and parcel of them: person and shackles in one?
Marechera speaks thus from the first position in critical analysis of the second:
What has not been done in the name of some straitjacket?’My soul a neat shirtfront; these star-studded galaxies. Ashtrays on the desk overflow with stubbed inventions. Night and sky are refuges on a quay; the world debris piled at the edge of neat memoranda. White pebbles on a white beach dazzle the eye towards the lighthouse; a spurt of flame is the whiteman shooting grouse. Orion smiles at cracked tiles on Brixton roofs. The mirror flinches. Torn commandments of clouds shroud the sky from me. Time and space enclose me in their fetid rooms.
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