Picking up from where I left off in the previous post, there is little that’s comfortable or funny for an analyst to consider the possibility of having to dispense with the very practice that has been enlivening in the most fundamental of ways, personally and professionally. For most of us, analysis has been an animated and animating practice, a perspective and a procedure that have withstood some of our most demanding idealisations and harshest critiques, and a discipline that has given us a solid sense of who we are in the world, of how we can contribute to it, and of how we do matter in it. The thought that, at the end of the day, analysis, by its own nature rather than through, say, conquest or attrition, will have to come to nought is deeply unsettling.
Armed with the idea of a “life without analysis,” some detractors may be all to eager to declare, yet again, the irrelevance of psychoanalysis and to bury once and for all, but yet again, a practice that seems to contain within its very logic the necessity of its demise. If only things were that simple. Winnicott equips us with a tool that functions both within and without the analytic situation, a tool that allows us to pursue the relevance of psychoanalysis in light of the found object, which is to say to track the discipline’s relevance to the limit and hence to the point of its irrelevance. It is with that very same tool that we can and certainly must reconsider psychoanalytically the very notion of irrelevance itself, of how it has been conceived and practiced, of its scope and dynamics, and of, I believe, the radicalising effect Winnicott’s approach can have on it.
In principle, an object’s irrelevance is the outcome of the subject’s indifference to it, of the experience that neither its presence nor its absence deters that subject from a task or influences his or her function and position. Irrelevance is the limit a specific subject imposes on an object’s ability to make a difference at a given point in time and in a given context. Irrelevance then is a situational effect that the object must suffer rather than an inherent characteristic it may demonstrate. It is in the nature of its experience of this indifference and its response to it that the object manifests its more salient features: the extent of its vulnerability, its endurance, its need for the occasional reprieve, or, ultimately, the measure and quality of its investment in the relationship to the subject by which it is being made irrelevant.
If such a definition rings true, then “irrelevance” here is more in line with what Winnicott had identified as the found object’s capacity to survive whatever attributes the subject projects into it (reality, passivity, vitality) and whatever treatment the subject heaps upon it (possessiveness, affection, love, mutilation, hate, aggression) (TOTP, 233). Irrelevance is therefore not a discrete quality that the found object, or any other object for that matter, may or may not exhibit; it is inevitably bound up with that object’s resilience, with its ability to sustain its existence in the face of whatever may come its way—be it love, hate, or, perhaps especially, indifference.
When Winnicott speaks of the found object’s irrelevance, or, more accurately, of that aspect of the object I am choosing to label “irrelevance,” he is accounting for the requirement that, in the course of years, the found object be decathected, that it be “not so much forgotten as relegated to limbo” (TOTP, 233). The deployment of the image of limbo as the eternal in-between evokes that other earthly, human, and perhaps humane in-between by which Winnicott’s theoretical imagination, as much as his clinical concern, had been captured: the transitional. Wedged in between the heaven of hallucination, of instant and boundless gratification, and the hell of empirical reality, of helplessness and frustration, it would seem as if the transitional is a timeless and irrelevant “neither here nor there” in which no reasonable person would want to fall or get trapped. (Limbo is hardly the hoped for destination for one’s self, loved ones, or even enemies; it is heaven and hell that tend to be the choice spots.) As the drab and sense-less landscape that has been stripped of all desire and anticipation, as the endlessly grey atmosphere of apathy and unresponsiveness, limbo, it would seem, is the home of pure neutrality. While some clinicians have mistaken this neutrality for the epitome of analytic rigour, Winnicott’s transitional could not be located any further from such a dwelling. Or it is, but only from the point of view of those looking onto it from either side, those that are in heaven or hell, in hallucination or empirical reality, those that would like to sustain an attitude of indifference toward it, strip it of its ability to make any difference, and ultimately dismiss it as irrelevant.
I would like to take a few steps backwards before I go any further. My guide is the implication that the notion of the found object has for the practice of psychoanalysis, specifically for the principle of neutrality with which every analyst is vested by virtue of his or her having been “sufficiently” analysed. With Winnicott, neutrality is no longer just an imperative to neither correct nor direct but a fourfold responsibility with which every analyst must be charged:
- first, to provide the basic context and tools for the analysand to move through the so-called intermediate space, at least for the duration of a session;
- second, to keep as close a company as possible to the analysand’s movements in that space and hence limit the interventions to what is nowadays referred to as the “experience near”;
- third, to keep watch over that space’s porous boundaries with its adjoining territories and encourage only as much or as little as is “enough” to seep through them;
- and, finally, fourth, to provide an interpretation that will help the analysand transform whatever does seep through into a found object, i.e., into something other than an inevitable fact or an intractable phantasy.
In this context, analytic neutrality is an unambiguous endorsement of the intermediate space between empirical reality and hallucination, an active involvement in that space’s sustenance, and a continued participation in its inner workings. Rather than the silence of objectivity or the impartiality of disinterest, neutrality is a “Yes” to the investment in love, aggression, indifference, displacement, in the animated and unscripted, and a “No” to the collusion with, and the subjection to, the rigid demands of science (as observation and universality) and mythology (as confabulation and uniqueness). Is it any wonder that the practice that advocates such neutrality might not be welcomed, let alone tolerated, and that instead it be relegated to the status of the “irrelevant” by both science and mythology?
I do not mean to suggest here that the history of psychoanalysis is the history of a movement that has steadfastly resisted any and all heavenly aspirations; far from it. In fact, and as much as each and every analyst has been required to abide by the basic principle of neutrality and assume the position of analyst, as opposed to all the other possible ones (of parent, judge, doctor, or mentor for instance), he/she has been enjoined, repeatedly, uncritically, to think of him/herself as anything but an analyst (as a good-enough mother, a benign super-ego, a purveyor of health, or an expert tradesman), of, correspondingly, the work as anything but an analysis (as a nurture, an acquittal, a cure, or an apprenticeship), and, finally, of his or her function as anything but an analysing (as a feeding, a sentencing, a treating, or a teaching). This is the primary dilemma that has plagued psychoanalysis: to assume the instrumental position of a bridge to a healthier, freer, truer existence while holding itself up as the healthiest, freest, truest, to, in other words, privilege the mutability of the transitional without relinquishing its aspiration for the durability of the extreme—in health, freedom, or truth. Much as other disciplines and practices (including pedagogy, religion, science, and medicine) may have suffered the same dilemma, none is as vulnerable to its unsettling effects as the tradition that counts itself the model of unwavering reflexivity and introspection.