Tuesday, April 26, 2011

My petite prison

by Sibabalwe Oscar Masinyana

... amazed
How i walked past it countless times
All those years before -
Listlessly, clearly -
For now in this photo
Though captured from an angle 
i instantly recognise
i see it as if
for the first time:

this aint the first time
this's happened to me

Et il a évolué

by Sibabalwe Oscar Masinyana

Now and then you hear
A hiss
Things go still
There’s a lull
So dull you hear your ears ring
i suppose you comfort yourself about now–
This is the life i live
i best enjoy enduring it
Silence, hiss and all

Thursday, April 14, 2011

“Compelling narratives of strange human experiences”: Darren Aronofsky’s Black Swan (Part 1)*

by Sibabalwe Oscar Masinyana
*This is not so much a film review than a film critique or analysis. The rest of the analysis, Part 2, is soon to follow.

                                        Natalie Portman as the Swan Queen/Odette in Black Swan

Freudian and Jungian psychology are generally on the wane, and the ideas espoused by these two systems of psychological thought have for decades been declared as outdated in most quarters, most especially by the scientific establishment. “Freud looms largest on that rearward horizon,” A. C. Grayling has said, “perhaps because his theories are more focused, are rooted in the ever-intriguing matter of sex, and come packaged in compelling narratives of strange human experiences.” In his assessment of Jung, however, Grayling is less than flattering. “Jung’s more diffuse and unwieldy theories did not have quite the same potency,” and even though he concedes that Freud “is thought by many now to be off (scientifically speaking) with the fairies,” Grayling still prefers him because, “at least, [Freud] was an empiricist and rationalist” who lacked and disdained what Grayling sees as “Jung’s excesses.”[i]


However, despite such negative verdicts, both Sigmund Freud (1856 – 1939) and Carl Gustav Jung (1875 – 1961) are still surrounded by fealty and praise from avid adherents and sometimes from unexpected sources. In a recent series of Terry Lectures (annual lectures on religion in the light of science and philosophy), Marilynne Robinson has paid homage to Freud, going as far as to assert that he is a genius who was misunderstood by both his contemporary culture and ours, and arguing that we are still to fully engage and understand his message.[ii] As for Jung’s legacy: it  is maintained in hubs of disparate activities (analytical psychology, esoteric circles, alchemical studies, art and religion, mainly) and it is not exactly clear what will become of it. There was a revival of interest in his ideas with the recent publication of his secret but long awaited (and very beautiful) Red Book, but that spark has not generated any significant or ongoing interest in his output beyond the confines of the Jungian coterie.[iii]  Nevertheless, even in the face of this general disregard, terms such as 'ego,' 'self,' ‘individuation,’ ‘unconscious’, ‘sub-conscious’, ‘dream analysis’, and 'uncanny' became and remain part of our day-to-day vocabulary largely thanks to the attention these two men gave to them. Our attempts to expand our still limited understanding of these phenomena remain heavily influenced by their joint but at times divergent systems of interpretation. Clearly, although the influence of these two men on our cultural landscape is already vast, there is a possibility that it is still due to reach its peak; if they are retreating they are doing so gradually. The steady sway of their ideas on contemporary culture is nowhere more evident than in Darren Aronofsky’s latest film, Black Swan (2010).

Black Swan tells the story of Nina Sayers (played by Natalie Portman), a psychologically fragile young woman who is cast as the Swan Queen in the season’s production ofTychaikovsky’s ballet Swan Lake. The ballet revolves around the tale of Princess Odette who has been turned into a White Swan by a sorcerer’s curse. In Act 3 of the ballet, the dancer who plays the part of Odette also has to play the Black Swan, Odile, who is Odette’s darker counterpart and who competes with her for the Prince’s affections. Thomas Leroy (Vincent Cassel), the director of this New York ballet company,  thinks Nina’s vulnerability and perfected skills as a dancer make her an ideal ballerina to play the White Swan  but finds her too frigid, sexually, to convincingly dance the Black Swan. Rehearsal after rehearsal, Leroy is unimpressed by Nina’s performance despite her enormous efforts to “loosen up.” He just doesn’t find her sensual and seductive enough to be Odile. His roving eye begins to notice and focus on Lily (Mila Kunis), whom he evaluates as being less skilled as a dancer but more in touch with her feminine sensuality (“Now watch the way she moves”, he instructs Nina, “Sensual. She’s not faking it”), and eventually decides to make her Nina’s alternative/understudy. Meanwhile, Nina’s world grows ever more nightmarish; as opening night draws nearer and nearer she finds herself losing hold of reality and experiencing body transformations that exacerbate her already unstable mental state. Other notable characters in the film are Beth Macintyre (Winona Ryder), the aging principal dancer who has to make way for the new and younger Swan Queen, and Erica Sayers (Barbara Hershey), Nina’s amateur artist mother who is overly involved in and protective of her daughter’s life and who, through her daughter’s ballet career, sees a chance to live out her own unrealised dreams of becoming a ballerina. The film was the opening night feature at the 67th Venice Film Festival, and has been one of the most popular films of 2010 with critics and audiences alike.

Aronofsky has made a name for himself for being a director of harrowing psychological films, and Black Swan is no exception. Who can forget the uncomfortable feelings evoked by Requiem for a Dream (2000), where the viewer is subjected to witnessing individuals descend into various versions of self-created psychological infernos, one only worse when compared to the other. The boundary between what is reality and what is imagined by the deranged minds is constantly questioned by the characters – though the viewers are constantly alert to the hallucinatory visions of these characters. We are sane, they are sometimes not; we have the privilege of knowing when they are and when they are not  – they do not. Moreover, the source of their dysfunction is made manifestly clear: they are addicted to mind-altering pharmaceutical or recreational drugs. In Pi (1998), Aronofsky’s first film, we have a mad mathematician bent to a point of destruction on finding the formula for everything in the world. “I’m a broken down piece of meat,” Randy sagely laments to his daughter on his condition as a has-been wrestler trying to make a comeback in The Wrestler (2008). In all of his films, there is a generous dose of obsessive madness and mayhem, and the characters in the end are always destroyed and the viewer is left devastated. Or meant to be.

In Black Swan, again we have mayhem, madness and destruction, but this time it is the concentrated turmoil of one character and she is tormented by ‘forces’ seemingly outside of her control. Where in Requiem the external deterioration of characters has bearing on the ensuing unpalatable psychological upheaval (what is happening inside their heads is a result of what they are doing on the outside), in Black Swan the opposite impulse is operative: the character’s inner struggle is represented in external images or symbols of uncomfortable contortions (what we see happening outside is a representation or result of what is going on inside her head). In both films, the result is the same: what is real and what is delusion is always open for questioning and more so as the films progress to their breathtaking climaxes. Yet there is a crucial difference between these two films: in Requiem we are always sure that it is the characters who are ‘losing the plot’ whereas in Black Swan we just might be lost in it too and entirely; by the time the film reaches its climax we have abandoned our need for distinguishing ‘reality’ from non-reality and are totally absorbed in and transfixed by what is unfolding before us. But as I will show later, this peculiarity in Black Swan is what makes it a dazzling film even if at times an irrational and incoherent one.

Nina’s troubles centre on her coming to terms with her (mature, adult) Self and that Self’s relationship to sex and sexuality. This is a classic problem in Freudian and Jungian analytical psychology, and the film contains numerous undisguised references to the subject. To be sure, Black Swan is a product grounded much in our time, for despite its focus on the waning high culture of ballet or the ideas of Freud and Jung it is a film made with today’s sex-aware or sex-crazed young audience in mind. We might not care much for ballet – or Frued or Jung – but we do care enough about sex and definitely about Natalie Portman (who is very well cast). So let us talk about sex, then. Shortly after casting her as the Swan Queen and at a point where we think he will take advantage of her sexually, Leroy declines the chance to have sex with her but instructs her to go home and masturbate herself. This he hopes, we deduce, will loosen her up and start a process that helps her get in touch with what she is most disconnected from: her sexual self, and what eventually emerges as her Shadow Self. Nina, it seems, is a virgin, though the film never makes this explicitly clear. If not a virgin, then she’s definitely virginal. Her inexperience is betrayed by her obvious innocence that Leroy reads off her body. Lest the viewer remains in doubt then the film provides a short cut: she is constantly equated to a white swan.

White swans in Western culture are a symbol of womanhood at its purest, and in Western thought – at least in Tchaikovsky’s time – womanhood at its purest was necessarily virginal. In classical mythology the white swan was dedicated to Apollo, the god of music, and because it was also sacred to Venus it became “an image of naked woman, of chaste nudity and immaculate whiteness.”[iv] Together with supernatural female creatures such as sylphs, shades, and water nymphs, the white swan was the backbone of the fantasised ideal of pure femininity in this canon of symbols in numerous myths and legends (and in ballets, whose source material was mainly myths and legends). When not associated with femininity, the white swan represents innocence and purity as in Hans Christian Andersen’s The Wild Swans, a story about 11 pure-hearted brothers who are turned into white swans by their evil stepmother.

But as Nina’s explorations of her sexuality deepen, she comes face to face with the existence of her negative double, a personal demon that has been shaped by all the repressed and dark aspects of her personality, which Jung cautioned was able to trick, trip and destroy the individual if they dealt with carelessly. This side is represented by Nina turning into a black swan. A black swan, apart from being a rare scientific probability, is glaringly absent from Western myths and when it eventually appears it is bound to be associated with the macabre by virtue of its colour. At the beginning of the film, Nina tells her mother “I had the craziest dream last night, about a girl who was turned into a swan. But her prince falls for the wrong girl and she kills herself.” This is a very significant dream, obviously, in the context of this film. For Jung, myths and legends were the safest means through which an individual could access and deal with this dark persona, the Shadow (referred to as the doppelgänger, 'the double', in Freud's writing), and by accessing it through dreams it was possible to eventually and efficiently integrate it into a more stable relationship to the mature, whole Self. Nina is being offered a chance to integrate warring aspects of herself (her Persona and her Shadow; the White and Black Swans respectively) into one coherent Self, but throughout the film the Shadow threatens to overtake her.

The Shadow is a vague, menacing instinctual figure of the same sex, whom the (dreaming) personality does not recognise at first. Initially, it can appear as the opposite sex, and sometimes it can be felt to be standing behind the individual and difficult to see face to face. It is the unrealised, rejected aspect of the personality, containing all of the elements of the self that the personality has actively discouraged to develop and they may even be unaware of their existence. It is the individual’s worst side, the one that threatens everything about who they are at the moment of recognition. The Shadow is a sum of everything we wish we weren’t – but are. Any undertaking to thwart the emerging Shadow simply negates reality even further, and increases the dread and the pain that acceptance would have regulated or removed.


Nina’s mistakes in dealing with her Shadow are numerous. First, she ignores it and pretends it isn’t there even though it terrifies her. Failing this, she denies it, and instead projects it externally onto others: first onto an unknown man in the subway, then onto Leroy and eventually and most obsessively, onto Lily. Lily is someone Nina dislikes and fears, even though Nina envies and cannot ignore her because of the very things Nina finds frightening about her in the first place. She possesses the carefree and magnetic sensuality Nina so craves but lacks and is afraid and unable, because of her domineering mother’s presence, to pursue and attain. Failing this, she then accepts her Shadow too wholeheartedly, and allows it to devour her in scenes that lead to distorted realities. One moment she hates Lily so much she is convinced she is stalking her, the next she accepts her offer to go party all night – get drunk, take drugs and frolic in bed – despite the blatant disapproval of her mother.  Then, as a last minute measure, and an unpremeditated volte-face, she convinces herself that Lily is out to replace and destroy her and, with Lily as the incarnation of her projected Shadow, attempts to rid herself of her by killing her. Black Swan, in a way, is a modern manual on how not to deal with the Shadow. If approached appropriately, Jung asserted that the Shadow can be a force for constructive forward movement (as it is clear in some of the scenes where Lily and Nina actually get along very well and bring out the best in each other), but if dealt with carelessly and harshly it is a formidable and vital enemy that can destroy the individual inside and out.

MAIN PHOTO: Niko Tavernise


[i] A. C. Grayling, The Heart of Things: Applying Philosophy to the 21st Century (2005; London: Phoenix)

[ii] Marilynne Robinson, Absence of Mind: The Dispelling of Inwardness from the Modern Myth of the Self (2010; New Haven and London: Yale University Press)

[iii] Sara Corbett, ‘The Holy Grail of the Unconscious’ in The New York Times (September 16, 2009) (Available at http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/20/magazine/20jung-t.html Accessed: 14 April 2011)

[iv] J.E. Cirlot, ‘Swan’ in A Dictionary of Symbols (1971: New York: Philosophical Library)


Thursday, January 20, 2011

Book Addiction: My (not so) Sad Story

by Sibabalwe Oscar Masinyana



In my second year at university, I came back home for my twenty-first birthday. My mother had made a cake and my father had paid to have it decoratively iced in the shape of an open book with a bookmark down the middle. Printed across the cake, like print on the open pages, was the name of my college: Corpus Christi. It had the look of a shrine or totem, which in some sense it was, an expression of the mysterious and vast symbolic power of books. This mystery, needless to say, was enhanced by the fact that my father never actually read one. My uncle Peter took a photograph of that cake and it seems the proudest thing in the world—and the saddest. -- Geoff Dyer, ‘On Being an Only Child’


No matter how I try to justify it, the truth is clear: I have a problem and its proper name is addiction. I cannot pass a bookshop without going in, I cannot be in one without browsing, and if no one drags me out immediately there is a 99.9% chance that I will buy a book or tow a ton or two on my way out. The cheaper the bookshop the taller and heavier the load. Even if I don't have time, I'll make time. Second hand bookshops are my weakness, but I am not at all averse to buying many brand new ones as well. I wish I were exaggerating when I tell you I have left a bookshop with no less than 50 books from half a day’s browsing from one end of the store to another, upstairs and down. But I'm not. Financially, of course, this spells suicide for me. I can leave my flat well aware that I should do groceries and pay electricity, yet once inside the safe and goading comfort of a bookshop's wall I have an inexplicable courage to spend all – yes, all – of my money buying books. Then I go home, spend many happy hours going through the new pile, start to wonder what I am going to have for that day’s supper, and then, suddenly, remember it’s only the beginning of the month, and then, responsibly, begin to wonder what am I going to eat the next 25 days whilst I wait for my ship to come in (not that I am ever sure from whence or if it shall come to begin with).

At this point, I usually start praying, often silently, sending out vibrations of hope and trust in the universe’s ability to provide – a slightly harmless exercise in self-delusion, the unreligious-minded might say, but one that I nonetheless submerge myself into wholly. Allah Akbar, Allah Akbar; verses from or inspired by the Holy Qur’an and all other holy scriptures about God providing for all creation and especially humanity begin to fill my mind with such assurance that I walk to the kitchen, and Lo! there is a packet of sugar beans long forgotten at the back of the cupboard. Of course, it is terribly inconveniencing that I now have to wait for what feels like ages to have a meal, but self-made beggars (or any other variety for that matter) do not have the luxury of choice. (Regan in King Lear: O, sir, to willful men/The injuries that they themselves procure/Must be their schoolmasters. Wise words from an unwise mouth; nonetheless, we must take wisdom wherever we find it.) My friend, Tanya, always jokes that it is a pity one cannot eat books, and I always joke back saying one of these days I will invent a book curry. I do not mean this, of course; it is just for jest – even if there were such a thing as book curry I would never eat my books. While the beans are cooking and I am comforted by the discovery of even more long-stocked but never used foods in my cupboards, I grow secure in the dialogue now full swing in my head. The Gospel of Matthew 6:25-34 teaches us not to worry about having the necessities of life, and in times of reckless spending I take these verses rather too literally:

For this reason I say to you, stop worrying for your life – what you should eat, or what you should drink, not even for your body, what you should wear. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the sky; they do not sow nor reap nor gather into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth more than they? And who of you by worrying is able to add one hour to his time of life? And why do you worry about clothing? Observe well how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin. Yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these. Therefore, if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is cast into a furnace, will he not much more clothe you, You of little faith? Therefore do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or, ‘What shall we drink?’ or, ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans seek after all these things; for your heavenly Father knows that you have need of all these things. But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Sufficient for each day is its own trouble.

Indeed. But it’s the lilies of the field that really win me over. Ah well. Anyway, despite this assurance, like a virtuous character just rescued from sin, I begin acknowledge the stupidity and irresponsibility of my actions, I promise myself (not anybody else; myself) that I will not do this again, that it is most vile and inconsiderate, that it brings on unnecessary stress, that it smacks of materialism – even if of the bookish kind – and is therefore not conducive to mature and adult, let alone spiritual, behaviour. Besides, I don't actually have the time to read all these books now, I just don't. I tell myself all of these things, and Lord knows I truly mean business. Then the next pay cheque comes in and I outdo myself in the type of business I can negotiate in a bookshop.

So, because I cannot seem to cure myself of this malady, I have decided to fully embrace it. “The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.” Or – to continue – “I can resist everything except temptation,” says my namesake Wilde trying to sound like the doyen he never was. I shall take counsel on this matter nonetheless. (We must take convenient phrases from wherever we find them, regardless of how much wisdom they contain.) When I have a budget to work with, I set aside some dough for books and it usually supersedes all other items on the budget, save the monthly rent for the flat. I have thought and thought and very hard and concluded that I could have been addicted to worse things, and thank God I am not. No offence to anybody that loves buying clothes or make-up or stuff like that, but that stuff is just so ephemeral; I just cannot sympathise even though I concede that each man has their own brand of vice. Books, however, are potentially for life, and even if they are not, they contain immeasurable and life-altering value. But most importantly, I have convinced myself that I am building a home library that will be invaluable to my research for my novel/s and other books I am to write when I finally retire to my rural village. (Yes, I am already thinking of early retirement.)

I also want to build a library there; kids in my village go to school for 12 years or more or less – and you will see just now why – and never know what it is to go to a library and borrow a book and read it and like it or hate it. To begin with, they don’t even have textbooks. My brother – who attended and then dropped out of one such school – told me that their English teacher read Romeo and Juliet to them from the only available copy in the entire school, and then narrated the story to the class in the local dialect. I laughed so hard when I first heard this, along with stories of the Geography teacher who came to school and sat outside all day all year and every now and then sent in a learner to write notes on the blackboard for the class to memorise. It was nervous laughter; the laughter of disbelief, of helplessness, perhaps; there was never anything funny about it at all. It’s no surprise then that my brother does not know what Shakespeare’s play is about, nor who the bard was, nor is it surprising that overall his spoken and written English is not of the level that it could be for one as intelligent as he. And he is not the only one. Many in my community, thousands in the province, and millions in the country are in the same boat. Ah well. Therefore, these books of mine will be the basis for that one-day-is-one-day grand vision. In this way, I have shelved the feelings of guilt awhile, and can buy as many books without worrying that I am indulging in money-guzzling pursuits that benefit no one but me and me. This is why philanthropy can sometimes be so complicated – there is always more to it than meets the eye. But then again not always. I suppose this is now subject for another day.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Virtuous thinking

by Sibabalwe Oscar Masinyana
(after Imam Habib)

There are few virtues in thinking. Unless thought is taken seriously and leads to action there is almost no point wallowing in it. Most of us engage in this sort of 'useless' thinking. I suppose the next question then is what entails "action"? Behaviour. But then we can be convinced in right thought but still behave inappropriately (counter to the pull of our thought) or do nothing about it - was that thought valueless then? Yes. That is a good thought wasted - but the possessor of that thought cannot be given credit for holding it whilst not enacting or acting up on it. All worthy thought is deemed thus through its proper application. This is not easy for anyone. And what of applied thoughts that result in dangerous, problematic, unjust behaviour or action? Those thoughts could not have been worthy in the first place. Though all thought finds its completion and value in action, not all action gives worth to the parent-thought. But can good come from bad thought? Accidentally, maybe (there is so much randomness in the world), but the rule of the thumb is unwavering: The Wholesome thoughts applied give rise to wholesome actions or upright behaviour; unwholesome thoughts applied birth unsavoury behaviour or actions; from a good tree comes good fruit and from a bad, bad. This is one of the laws of the universe and thus, regardless of how much we wish it were otherwise it cannot be but as is. May we all have the strength to raise, maintain and contain wholesome thoughts that then give rise and momentum to wholesome states of being.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

okwaphela kuqala

nguSibabalwe Oscar Masinyana



wandibhalela...
ndamxelela ngesandla sakh'esihle
ndamthanda

nguye isithandwa sam
ndim omfaneleyo

mlaba-moya-mlilo-manzi
mziseni kum kwakhona
sazane s'thandane

nguye isithandwa sam
ndim omfaneleyo


PHOTO: Shows street artist Gaia's Giant bearded man blowing on a dandelion - taken by Dustin Luke Nelson