Well, what is writing if not playing, elaborating?
The child who mulls over pieces for endless hours in the name of building something he likes is timeless; he seeks meaning and a certain power in building, exploring and modifying the world, just like the one who writes in order to better understand what he feels and the vicissitudes of his experiences.
Playing changes the proposal of the game, you follow testing, experimenting.
Writing changes what would initially have been discharged; with each new signifier, that is, a word, new associations are made and so there is always a new meaning. A person writes about the pain they feel in such a way that they viscerally feel the pain according to the meanings they weave into it. You can also write and exalt love in such a way that you internalise the mood in your way of loving. You can also write about situations you've experienced and then remember them, a memory that is not merely of events, but of the mentality and way of being you once had, expressed in the language you used, the thoughts you expressed and the emotions you described and emphasised.
Putting it into words: a reduced and simplified, but somewhat organised way of making a whole tumultuous cycle of emotions, memories and images so complex as to be incomprehensible more tangible and credible. The act of writing has a great therapeutic effect, as we pause, reflect and try to put into words what we don't yet fully understand. Writing can help give meaning and direction to what is being experienced.
Joy in playing, in writing, in integrating the fragmented and seeing oneself as one in an experience that, although fantastic, possible. This Ego is imaginary, the sum of different combinations that unite it in a narrative.
What to write and do with the Real at every moment?
I know that one doesn't learn to live alone.
To dream, it is necessary to weave stories together and I believe that what was most emotional, most intensified, most cathartic, deserves to be elaborated into a legacy.
Poetry is the foundation of being through the word, as the philosopher Heidegger once said.
Ana Lúcia Senise
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