Mourning and Matriarchy

why mourning&matriarchy?
For indigenous peoples the world over. The world over. All over the world.

…. My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret,
and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

Mourning and Matriarchy - Plight of Africa

Social order, law and religion. The case against civilization.

The prodigal ones. Of Uropia and T’Urkia. The Oedipal Complex.
They have killed the father and in a bid to possess the Mother, misogyny, they pillage, the Prodigal sons, they disembowel and dispossess her. The repetition compulsion. Of Ur and beyond. Even Uropia and T’Urkia. Two nations in thy womb. Two manner of people. Their inability to mourn. The repetition compulsion. Ur and beyond. Even Uropia and T’Urkia. Two nations in thy womb. Two manner of people. They have killed the father and in a bid to possess the Mother. Misogyny, since before the Crusades; the bid to possess the Mother. The Crusades, those of Ur, Ur and beyond, even of T’Urkia and Uropia, in a bid to possess the Mother, to possess her by dispossession. The repetition compulsion.

The indigenous world. Worlds lie in this bosom like children.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body Nature is;
Without number. Worlds
Lie in this bosom like children.

Out of Africa. The Gods must be crazy. The world is in a dispossessed state. All of us. All and each. Dispossessed. Away from the Mother, dispossessed…

…. the idea of the archaic Mother points up a persistent psychoanalytical paradox: the fact that we mourn for origins that are inaccessible yet somehow open to retroactive attempts to reveal them. This figure embodies an archaism with the extraordinary ability to “conjure up the beginning while simultaneously revealing its absence” (Assoun, 1982).

An inevitable experience of the loss of the archaic Mother – while necessary for separation and individualization – a pattern in which any loss or fear of loss has the potential to trigger anxiety about gender and sexuality, proxies for the maternal body. …. an inevitability to misogyny, a kind of repetition compulsion. … only a deep understanding of our propensity to retreat to misogyny in time of crisis can help us transcend this pattern.
Speaking the Unspeakable: Religion, Misogyny and the Uncanny Mother in Freud’s Cultural Texts. Diane Jonte Pace.

The loss of the mother. The eternal quest for identity.

Out of Africa. The lowest part of the earth. The womb of humanity.
He was not ours. He was not mine.

International Dictionary of Psychoanalysis: The Archaic Mother…. She is the fantasy Mother of the first few months of the infant’s life – the paranoid-schizoid phase. Omnipotent and phallic, she fulfills and frustrates in equally radical measure. She is the key figure in the early stages of the Oedipus complex, and her breast, an object split into a good, nourishing breast and a bad persecutory one, is her generic attribute. It is the target of the ambivalent libidinal and sadistic oral drives of the infant in search of unlimited satisfaction, a satisfaction that, inevitably, will never be achieved.

The primal Mother, archaic and uncanny, she is everywhere: majestic, an unyielding force of nature and of nurture, of the womb and the tomb. Subjects of patriarchy, social order and education, systems of control, law and religion we all and each stand dispossessed, dispossessed and reined by a libidinal longing for her, longing to belong… This inevitable experience of the loss of the archaic Mother – while necessary for separation and individualization – establishes a pattern, … a repetition compulsion.
The dispossessed dispossessing.
Dispossession. The dispossessed state is not at ease but dis-eased in the face of loss of control. The dispossessed state full-grown does not but seed and give birth to the dragon, and soon, here and there, and every which way the dragon rears its head, and strikes at the breast and bowels of humanity, and every one, soon bitten and bound, is dispossessing Mother in the search for the primary identity and ego-driven to curb the power of the Mother.

The dispossessed dispossessing. Ownership, Branding & The Eternal Quest for Identity.

The desire of the ages. Indigene. Indigene is the desire of the ages. In a time so long ago it is out of mind. Out of mind and out of time. Away from the Mother. Out of Africa, Ur, even Uropia and T’Urkia. …The primary dispossession. The eternal quest for identity. Of Uropia and T’Urkia, a second time in the womb. Wazungu, and the Eternal Quest for Identity.

… the African new moon lying on her back… of the plows in the fields … does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me?”

Of me. For me. Of me. For me?
Of me. For me. Of me. For me?

I had a farm in Africa at the foot of the Ngong Hills.
….If I know song of Africa… does Africa know a song of me? Or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me?

“My Kikuyu.” “My Limoges.” “My farm.” It’s a lot to own… What is it, exactly, that’s yours? We’re not owners here. We’re just passing through.

If I know a song of Africa… of the giraffe… and the African new moon lying on her back… of the plows in the fields…and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers… does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver… with a color that I have had on? Or will the children invent a game… in which my name is? Or the full moon throw a shadow… over the gravel of the drive… that was like me? Or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me?

They seek to resent, subjugate and then kill the mama?

Why do they show such gross contempt for the indigenous?
Two patriarchic cultures. The throne, then the altar. The throne, then the altar, and in that order. The dispossessed dispossessing for that is what the dispossessed do, they dispossess self and others alike. And there is no method to the madness. If there is no method, would there ever be a cure?

Until I went into thy sanctuary;
then I understood the destiny of all things.

Of Freud, as described by Raymond Corey.
…. anthropologist of the mind, archeologist of the soul, master of narrative, builder of myth. Freud’s view of man and the (civilized) human condition is essentially a tragic one: man has fallen from nature, and can only maintain himself by denying his archaic heritage, by controlling the salacious, aggressive animal Other within. Modern man has to cope with his ineradicable animal nature. He is eternally afflicted by phylogenetic guilt, and therefore pays a high price for acquiring civilization.

… man has fallen from nature, and can only maintain himself by denying his archaic heritage, by controlling the salacious, aggressive animal Other within.

The civilized human condition is essentially a tragic one: man has fallen from nature, and can only maintain himself by denying his archaic heritage, by controlling the salacious, aggressive animal Other within.

The dispossessed dispossessing. Freud. On humanity. A Hobbesian analysis.
New Wine. Old wine skins?

On Freud. Raymond Corbey. Freud and his own Konquistadoren-temperament.
… All the mechanisms and tropes that generally govern the images of others at the period are present: women as seen by men, peasants or the lower classes as seen by the bourgeois, blacks as seen by whites. The attributes of the other constitute an inversion of one’s own: we are rational while they are not, we control ourselves while they are impulsive, we are completely human while they are not, we are civilized beings while they are closer to raw nature. At the same time, a mechanism of exclusion is at work: the other is excluded from, what is seen as, proper humanity. …. According to psychoanalysis, we all have to conquer and domesticate the wildness within, in the name of proper humanity. Freud, proper humanity, & his Konquistadoren-temperament.

In the course of man’s development from a primitive state to a civilized one his aggressiveness undergoes a very considerable degree of internalization or turning inwards; if so, his internal conflicts would certainly be the proper equivalent for the external struggles which have then ceased.

How can a man be born when he is old?
Can he enter the second time into his Mother’s womb, and be born?
Of water and of the Spirit.
That which is born of the Spirit is spirit.
Except a man be born of water and of the Spirit.

Indigenous peoples the world over. The world over. All over the world.

the sun hath looked upon me:
my Mother’s children were angry with me;
they made me the keeper of the vineyards;
but mine own vineyard have I not kept.

The indigenous age. Indigenous peoples are inherently matriarchic. It is the dealing with foreign peoples come from the East and then the West, the East and then the West, engendering war and warring. It is this contact with foreigners, the ensuing free wheeling and dealing that caused there to happen a patriarchic organization. It is because of contact with foreign peoples otherwise most if not all indigenous peoples are inherently matriarchic. It is only natural to worship the Mother and send the father and son out in her honor and protection, and more so now that in a man’s world.

The origin of social order, law and religion. Ur, and even beyond. T’Urkia and Uropia.
Before Uropians came to Africa, Vasco da Gama circumnavigating so to avoid Mohammedans on the east coast of Africa, before Uropians in Africa, T’Urks had penetrated the hinterland, seized the daughters for harems and seeded the various tribes, seeds dispossessed and causing nothing but dissention. The dispossessed dispossessing. Then came the Uropians. Divide et impera. Divide et impera employed by those of Ur, Ur and even beyond. The T’Urks and then the Uropians, seeding, causing dissentions and divisions, false and falsified claims to thrones, then instituting two high altars. Two patriarchic cultures. The throne, then the altar. The throne, then the altar, and in that order. By contact with the non-indigenous, the indigenous is bitten then bound, suddenly dispossessed. The dispossessed dispossessing, for that is what the dispossessed do, they dispossess self and others alike. And there is no method to the madness. If there is no method, would there ever be a cure?

The epiphany. The coming of the indigenous age.
There is a renaissance at hand.
Afoot, in fact. A renaissance afoot.
A second time into the womb.
Worlds lie in this bosom like children.

Humanity. The way forward.
There is no way forward but by mourning. The only way is through, through mourning.

How can a man be born when he is old?
Can he enter the second time into his Mother’s womb, and be born?
Art thou a master of Israel, and knowest not these things?
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it.

“How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it? ”

If vulnerability cannot be placed safely in the past nor overcome once and for all, then its passing cannot be ‘successfully’ mourned. Moreover, if there is no ‘primitive’ common culture that has been lost and subsequently mourned, but only a dominant discourse in tension with subjugated discourses of the vulnerable and the marginalized, ….
On the Persistence of the Past. Celia Brickman. Aboriginal Populations in the Mind. Race and Primitivity in psychoanalysis.

The epiphany. The coming of the indigenous age.
There is a renaissance a-coming.
It is in the air. Can’t you feel it?
There is a renaissance at hand.
Afoot, in fact. A renaissance afoot.

The indigenous world. Worlds lie in this bosom like children.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body Nature is;
Without number. Worlds
Lie in this bosom like children.

To manner of peoples. Even T’Urkia and Uropia:
The dispossessed dispossessing. A second time into the womb.

- You mustn’t be embarrassed. I’ve lost everything. It costs me very little to beg you.
Baroness Von Blixen. Out of Africa.

Now take back the soul of Denys George Finch Hatton… whom you have shared with us. He brought us joy… and we loved him well. He was not ours. He was not mine.
Baroness Von Blixen. Out of Africa.

The Public Address System:
The medium is the message: Know that Patriarchy is dead. Patriarchy: The origin of social order, law and religion, is dead. Bring your own coffin. Matriarchy is back. And it is the medium is the message.

The epiphany. The coming of the indigenous age.
There is a renaissance a-coming.
It is in the air. Can’t you feel it?

A higher history than all history hitherto.
A higher history, that a new world be shaped.
… Our waters is near broke.