RESISTANCE AND REPETITION: FREUD AND HEGEL

[forthcoming, Research in Phenomenology (spring, 2015)]

Rebecca Comay
the most beautiful word
Theres an arresting passage towards the beginning of Resistances (an essay of 1991), in which
Derrida offers up a startlingly un-deconstructive sounding confession and a question. Why have I
always dreamed of resistance?1
Ever since I can remember, I have always loved this word. This word, which resonated
in my desire and my imagination as the most beautiful word in the politics and history of
this country, this word loaded with all the pathos of my nostalgia, as if, at any cost, I
would like not to have missed blowing up trains, tanks, and headquarters between 1940
and 1945 why and how did it come to attract, like a magnet, so many other meanings,
virtues, semantic or disseminal chances? Im going to tell you which ones, even if I
cannot discern the secret of my inconsolable nostalgia which thus remains to be
analyzed or which resists analysis, a little like the navel of a dream. Why have I always
dreamed of resistance?2
Despite appearances, Derrida is not really dreaming of a lodestone of untrammeled political
engagement a molten core of existentialist commitment, collective solidarity, unimpeded
emancipatory action prior to its practical adulteration, ideological cooptation, envious deflation,
or theoretical complication. Or if he is, he has immediate second thoughts. In any case he will
speak no more of the matter, declaring such a fantasy to be both in need of analysis and strictly
unanalyzable. He will devote the rest of the essay to exploring the other meanings, virtues,
semantic or disseminal chances distinctly less lovely meanings -- that will have clustered
annoyingly around this beautiful word, like iron filings around a magnet, obscuring its lovely
contours and muffling its clarion call to action. This is no ordinary navel. Its not that the
fantasy of having blown up trains, tanks, and headquarters during the Occupation necessarily or
obviously eludes analysis. Its rather that analysis would have no bearing on the potency of the
dream. It would neither dissolve the grip of the fantasy nor alleviate the inconsolable nostalgia

such a fantasy elicits. And analysis would do nothing to ward off all those other pesky meanings,
considerably less jubilant, that keep swarming around to ruin it.
Magnets are a bit like earthworms: even when you cut up them up into tiny pieces, they keep on
wiggling. The magnet retains its polarity, it continues to exert its force of attraction, no matter
how many times you break it up or try to analyse it. In what follows I want to explore some of
these other meanings of this beautiful and not-so-beautiful word: resistance.
Primal words
Theres an antinomy implicit in the word itself: resistance signals both impediment and impetus.
It can either disrupt or sustain the equilibrium and steadiness of every state of affairs or set-up:
either a force of transformation or a bulwark against innovation, either conservative or
transformative-- and at times, disconcertingly, both at once. Resistance shares many of the
semantic tensions of its close cognate, stasis, with its contradictory senses of immobility and
upheaval.3 Stasis, in Greek, has the ambiguity pertaining to all things standing (both resistance
and stasis derive from histemi, from which the Latin, stare, sistere, from which also, eventually,
existere, to step out into being, to stand forth, to exist), a verb that pivots on the grammatical
tension between its stative and its dynamic usage, between the condition of standing and the act
of standing up, between situation and eventsteadfastness, constancy, and stability, on the one
hand; interruption, instigation, initiation, on the other. It points to that which is stationary, static,
persists, which stands up over time, which withstands the corrosive and erosive forces of
antagonism and entropy, which is consecrated to status, consistency, and standing, for example
the installation of a statue, the establishment of an institution, constitution, legal statute, or
sovereign state (the state, like every institution, is tautologically bound to its own status and
stability). But it also gestures to that which insists, takes a stand, stands apart or against, stands
up to or rises up against the existing state of affairs, defies the status quo, desists from consensus,
dismantles statues and institutions, defies laws and constitutions, introduces dissent, division,
discord into the stable order of the state itself. Stasis means steadiness, constancy, permanence -and it also means sedition, faction, rebellion, civil war.
Theres thus an internal dissensus or stasis in the very meaning of stasis. Nicole Loraux, who has
done more than anyone to explore this antinomy, speaks of a Gegensinn, alluding to those

primal words that Freud loved to draw on when demonstrating the imperviousness of the
unconscious to the law of non-contradiction.4 Barbara Cassin finds the word FreudianHegelian, which immediately raises the stakes: it resembles those special words Hegel enjoyed
stumbling on in his own mother tongue (words like Aufhebung, notably, with its antithetical and
incompatible range of meanings) and that he took as evidence of the pulsating negativity of
thought (and being).5
Stasis forces us to reconsider the opposition of motion and rest. It puts the very antithesis of
stasis and kinesis into question. Too much stability can be destabilizing, while excessive
mobility produces deadlock. In a medical register, stasis refers to digestive sluggishness,
circulatory constriction, gastric blockage, constipation, the toxic coagulation or clogging of
bodily humors, a stagnation that will eventually throw the whole organism into crisis. In a
political register, stasis is a kind of hardening or rigidity that can precipitate upheaval precisely
because in its obduracy, its one-sidedness, its refusal to adapt to circumstances, to go with the
flow, it exposes the rigid armature sustaining the status quo, provoking violent counter-reactions
and thus forcing latent antagonisms to the surface. We are in a state when our confinement, our
stuckness, becomes explosive.
Conversely, too much agitation can be immobilizing. The sixth century poet Alcaeus speaks of a
stasis of the winds, as when a ship a sailing vessel, a ship of state -- is caught between
countervailing gusts, buffeted from one side to another, marooned in constant motion, as if
becalmed. We are at sea when too much turbulence becomes constricting when we become
immobilized by internal conflict or trapped in the ceaseless vortex of opposing forces. This also
happens in a political register when protracted conflict produces oppositional gridlock the
stalemate of prolonged civil war, the repetitive circle of revenge, the collapse of time and history
into an endless cycling of provocation and reprisal. This historical paralysis can leave as its
legacy yet another blockage. The future dissipates before the traumatic persistence of a past that
will not pass but lingers on as a stony impediment arresting both thought and action.
This is why stasis, for the Greeks the civil war at Athens, for example, when the unified city
found itself convulsed by internal dissension (at once paralyzed by strife and spinning out of
control: simultaneously agitated and frozen) why stasis poses such a problem for the reestablishment of subsequent rule and the return to history. It also poses a fundamental crisis for
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the archive. Nothing short of enforced amnesia, an indelibly inscribed erasure, could break the
traumatic hold of the past and suspend the deadlock of inter- and transgenerational violence.
This amnesia often took a paradoxical form: legally mandated forgetfulness, the paradoxical
injunction not to remember, me mnesikakein -- to take an oath, to make a promise, committing
oneself not to remember: that is, to remember not to remember, or more accurately, to remember
to not remember the official oblivion decreed by the law of amnesty of 403 BCE, which will be
the blueprint for so many subsequent amnesties, from the Edict of Nantes through the Treaty of
Westphalia to the postwar legislation in France forbidding the prosecution, or even the naming,
of collaborators in the Vichy regime.6
But amnesty is itself a kind of freeze, stasis supervening upon a previous stasis -- a kind of shock
administered to an inert or emptily gyrating body politic. Everything is arrested, everything starts
up again, history is resumed, but only after a deep freeze an instantaneous and hyperbolic
freezing: the world is suddenly surgel, like a frozen supermarket product-- a sudden standstill
that interrupts stagnation precisely by intensifying and repeating it.
Antinomies of resistance
Resistance is a kind of primal word in just this sense. An oppositional and repetitive stance
and standing (theres an again lurking in every against, just as theres a Wieder hiding in
every Wider), resistance straddles the line between persistence and insistence. Resistance points
at once to a kind of conservatism a reluctance, inertia and even paralysis -- and to a
restlessness that needs to push every situation to breaking point and to leave nothing standing.
The point is not that resistance is ideologically amorphous or that it inherently lacks political
motivation, as is often charged. But theres a fundamental instability in the concept that makes it
both intriguing and awkward as a political resource. Although its always tempting to think of
resistance as a good thing -- defiant, courageous, on the side of liberty and justice it can be
sobering to recall that its earliest expressions tilted decidedly towards the right: think of Edmund
Burke. Everybody wants to claim it and everyone needs to deflate it.
There are some uncomfortable historical issues. One need look no further than to the mother of
all resistances, the movement that claimed the name as its very own --the Resistance, la
Rsistance, to see how quickly the waters become murky. Its not simply that the extent of the

French Resistance turned out to have been woefully exaggerated; that, like any other historical
event, it so quickly came to be overtaken by myth and fantasy; and that the line between
resistance and collaboration could be blurry (the so-called Vichy syndrome that shook France
in the 1970s).7 The Resistance was fraught with political tensions from the outset and its legacy
remains painfully divided. The patriotic sentiments inflamed by the French resistance to the
German occupation would be harnessed by de Gaulle almost immediately after the war to refuel
Frances own war of colonial aggression in north Africa -- a violence that would in turn help spur
the Algerian war of independence, with its own vicissitudes and vengeful aftermath. The
historical details are engrossing but its the structural issue that I want to engage here.8
Its become a little routine to disparage resistance, to doubt its efficacy, or to deplore its reactive
and even reactionary aspects (this deflationary project can sometimes be an exercise in
Schadenfreude). A cursory reading of Adorno, Foucault, Agamben, Arendt, Hardt/Negri, or
iek, might suggest that resistance is futile, that it is coopted in advance, that it is toxically
contaminated by what it opposes: it is a byproduct and accomplice of power, it has been snuffed
out by the forces of total domination, ensnared in the web of administration, devoured by this
thing called Empire, or absorbed like oil in the machinery of global capitalism. The gist of these
arguments (the details are of course diverse) suggests that hegemonic power not only
accommodates but even demands resistance. Every regime requires for its own maintenance a
reserve of thuggish negativity to absorb or overcome: capitalisms need for crisis; liberal
democracys need for (at least a show of) contestation in order to prove the resilience of the
system; the totalitarian need for a steady supply of dissidents that it can scarily suppress by a
show of force.
Resistance thus seems to be parasitical on what it opposes. It is caught up in the repetitive vortex
of action and reaction --the circle of reciprocal solicitation described by Hegel in the third chapter
of the Phenomenology and elaborated in his exposition of reflexive determinations in the Logic
the reciprocal binary logic of inside and outside, position and opposition, and so on. Or, to speak
in a Lacanian-Nietzschean register, resistance is frozen in the imaginary. Mesmerized by its
antithesis, caught up in the mirror-play of endless mimetic doubling, it is condemned to reactivity
and ressentiment. In its desire to challenge existing conditions, but without the means or will to

overcome them, resistance is committed to reproducing these conditions, borrowing its energy,
tactics and even objectives from extant social models.
Either every image of the future is forged in the crucible of the present (the standard Marxist
argument against utopian socialism)9, or there can be no vision of the future, not even the
aspiration to have one, because every future will have collapsed into the orbit of an eternal
present. Resistance, as its suffix suggests intransitive, uninflected, sheer participial
enduranceis always on the verge of becoming autotelic, self-fulfilling, formalistic, dedicated
solely to its own perpetuation. This is also the Leninist argument against left wing communism
as an infantile (that is to say narcissistic or auto-affective) disorder.10 But the problem can
haunt any form of activism: you can get so captivated by the struggle that you never want it to
end. This was also Hegels critique of abstract negation: the problem is not that its too radical
but that its ultimately reactionary. Like all skepticism of the less-than-thoroughgoing kind, it
invests everything in its own powers of contestation, in this way conveniently obscuring its own
unwavering commitment to the status quo.11 In short, the negativity of resistance is either too
determinate or too abstract. Or rather, its own determinacy itself is an abstraction: determinate
negation is reduced to the endlessly reversible polarities of opposition and antithesis the slave
logic of reactivity and revolt.
This ambiguity produces the discomfort that so often arises when emancipatory political projects
(feminism or anti-colonialism, for example) come into contact with psychoanalysis: a disruptive
and even revolutionary concept of resistance as a practice of insubordination confronts a
seemingly regressive and repressive concept of resistance as a technique of self-subjugation.
Resistance can be either a struggle against or a secret collusion with domination: either a
challenge to oppression or an instrument of repression. It can be either a pressure to change or a
stubborn investment in not doing so. At times, irritatingly, it can seem to be both at once
simultaneously the opening and the greatest obstacle to transformation.
Interminable resistance, or, how to avoid talking about Hegel
In the Interpretation of Dreams Freud defines resistance capaciously as anything that interrupts
the progress of analysis (Stracheys translation).12 Was immer die Fortsetzung der Arbeit strt
ist ein Widerstand. More precisely translated: whatever impedes the work from proceeding --

from keeping on going is a resistance. Freud sets the bar pretty low: to speak teleologically of
thwarted progress, to set the terms of productivity, or even to define the goal or direction of the
cure, is already to beg the question. Freud is talking about the bare minimum of momentum in an
almost Beckettian sense -- Fortleben: keeping on going, going onwards, going forth or further;
its uncertain whether we can even say going forward. Resistance is what breaks the rhythm of
what Freud will continue to the end to call the work the repetitive, accumulating scansion from
month to month, from session to session, from moment to moment, from word to word.
Whatever interrupts or impedes the continuation, the going on, of work, is a resistance.
Which, as you know, pretty well covers everything: quitting; missed appointments; wasted
appointments; lateness; forgetting between appointments; stalling over procedure; complaining
about the schedule, or the fees, or the furniture; distracting the analyst with your charm, or with
your annoyingness; doubt, dissent, disagreement; obstinate stupidity; excessive knowingness;
quibbling over interpretations; acquiescing readily to interpretations but only so as to forestall
discussion; assenting sincerely, even with conviction, but in such a way that the idea is somehow
quarantined from any further association; assenting to interpretations but only through a dusty
cloud of memory whereby you are able, sort of, to recognize the truth, yet somehow manage to
keep it sealed off in the museum of the past, as untouchable as a mummy under glass13; assenting
to interpretations while remaining stubbornly impervious to their implications; assenting to
interpretations but in the mode of fetishistic splitting or disavowal: je sais bien mais quand mme,
I know very well that this is true, but nonetheless I will continue to believe (and to organize my
entire life as if) the very opposite is the case; preempting the analysts interpretations by coming
up with them first; cheating analysis by doing it on your own, over-preparing for sessions,
figuring out everything in advance, always rehearsing everything beforehand; constantly doing
extra reading; diligently writing down your dreams every morning instead of just remembering
them patchily the way regular people do; diluting the analysis by talking about it all the time with
your friends and family; shadowboxing over theoretical minutiae in order to prove your
intellectual superiority; offering up theoretical subtleties to flatter the analysts acuity or to
establish your own collegiality; refusing to get better in order to demonstrate the analysts
incompetence or to show the uselessness of psychoanalysis itself (a classic example of bad faith,
according to Sartre); getting better too quickly so as to prove his (and its) redundancy; clinging to
symptoms in order to display the moral profundity of your suffering, to torment the analyst by
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obliging her to witness the carnage, to force her to confront her own voyeuristic investment, or
simply to get out of doing the dishes; miraculously shedding these symptoms so you get to go
home earlier.
And then there are the dreams. You start producing dreams that seem custom-made to prove the
analyst wrong, for example, dreams so manifestly unpleasant that their only possible purpose
could be to refute Freuds theory of the dream as wish-fulfillment.14 Or you come up with
dreams that seem designed to prove the analyst right, but only in a vulgar, winking way, dreams
lifted straight from the textbook, bursting with prefabricated symbols (as Freud designated these
seemingly universal signifiers) cigars, stairways, rotundas, trains: items drawn from the
common stock of readymade signs, each wearing its meaning on its sleeve, so blatantly obvious
that anyone can surely offer up the correct interpretation immediately, automatically, without
any assistance.15 Or you dream up dreams so dense with autobiographical significance, so
knotted with allusion, with all these associative pathways sprouting off in so many directions that
they are simply impossible to disentangle, unpick, unpack, or analyze the much-admired navel
of the dream.16 Such tangles seem to be written in a private language that defy commentary
altogether.
Ill come back to these last two examples. The dream symbol and the dream navel are not
usually spoken of in the same breath. In fact, following a cue from Freud himself, the symbol is
rarely discussed by Freuds readers, perhaps because of its embarrassing phylogenetic overtones,
while the navel tends to be more appreciated than explored, perhaps because its so gorgeous.17
But theyre intriguing as a pair. Each presents a limit-case of resistance a blockage to
association that appears to be unmotivated and impersonal, a structural impediment rather than
one serving any obviously strategic defensive purpose. Their contrast is also dialectically
suggestive. The symbol is too universal to be informative, while the navel is too idiomatic to be
understoodeither an empty Esperanto or a blind idiolect, either too public or too private, either
too transparent or too opaque. Combined, they present the outer limits of intelligibility and stake
out the obstacle course through which every analysis must wend its way. Ill come back to this in
a few moments.
Resistance is the stagnant, dead time accumulating between and within sessions, the Sisyphean
cycle of obstinate regressions, false remissions, idle precipitations-- the repetitive recycling of the
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same material, boring both the analyst and yourself with endless reiterations of the same
complaint, or, fascinating the analyst and yourself with manic efforts to fill the time with
entertaining anecdotes, amazing theories, or penetrating observations. Its about the breakdown
or atomization of time. Unmodified by intervening history, removed from circulation, the past
intrudes as a static, isolated remnant; unconscious repetition takes the place of conscious
memory, and the present evaporates from view. Or, which might amount to the same, its the
present that impinges: everything is happening here and now, as if there were nothing and no-one
outside the room, no time outside the session, only the infinitely dilating now, a moment of pure
immediacy inoculated from every context, untrammelled by antecedent or aftermath, expanding
infinitely to fill all time.
Above all resistance is the breakdown in language when the chain of associations comes to a halt,
or never gets off the ground, when nothing comes to mind, when speech fails to spark, when
despite or because of your best efforts the whole thing sputters and stalls and goes off the rails; or
when, fleeing silence, you fill the air by telling stories or by concocting theories about languages
own inevitable failure. Its always tempting to think of resistance as a failure of productivity: the
work gets interrupted because the analysand goes on strike, stops talking, stops generating
material (strange industrial language) for analysis. But resistance can also take the form of a
crisis of overproduction: there can be an endless proliferation of material that keeps forestalling
any possible resolution; every interpretation generates new material to work through, new dreams
demanding interpretation, new symptoms to consider, including the vicissitudes of resistance
itself. Either way: the analysis gets mired down in a search for resolution that is either preempted
or kept dangling forever out of reach.
Resistance is the refusal or inability to obey the fundamental rule or ground rule of analysis
that oxymoronic, impossible injunction, a double bind really, that inaugurates the analytic
contract by constraining or forcing you to speak freely to communicate whatever comes to or
falls into the mind, Einflle, without selection, omission, evaluation, or concern for connection,
sequence, propriety, or relevance. Like a passenger on a train (thats Freuds own somewhat
Proustian analogy), youre to report the changing mental scenery as it passes by, merely looking
on, like Hegels phenomenological observer or even like Husserls, suspending judgment and
leaving understanding and explanation to another (day, or person).18 Free association is not a

matter of self-expression or catharsis; the point is not to alleviate tension, to discharge pressure,
or to tap into an archaic stew of primary process ideation. In fact, the apparent spontaneity of socalled stream-of-consciousness can be yet another stalling tactic a way of plugging the void with
noise. The point of the free association method is not to achieve freedom in any immediate or
obvious way, and certainly not in the sense of autonomy, freewill, or self-expression. Its about
suspending the official rules of language but only so as to allow the real constraints to reveal
themselves in their unembellished tyranny. The aptly named chain of signifiers is anything but
uncoerced.
These examples were all more or less drawn or extrapolated (sometimes mildly embellished)
from Freuds own case histories from Doras belligerent defiance to Wolf Mans lusterless
compliance--including the snippets of Freuds own self-analysis in the Interpretation of Dreams
and elsewhere. My point in running through this laundry list is simply to underline the protean
versatility of resistance, its indefatigable inventiveness, as it keeps shuffling unpredictably from
negation to position, from affirmation to refusal, until the very distinction becomes unclear: every
denial can mask an affirmation, every acquiescence can harbor a sly repudiation. The comedy of
the exercise shouldnt blind us to the seriousness of the stakes. Thats a lot of work to get out of
work, and a lot of energy and ingenuity invested in prolonging suffering. The inventory doesnt
begin to exhaust the repertoire of evasions, obfuscations, and prevarications that block the
pathway of associations and interrupt the continuation of what Freud will continue to the end to
call the analytic work.
There are also the ever-expanding social and institutional barriers the panoply of resistances to
psychoanalysis in the broader cultural arena (medical, religious, scientific), which Freud will also
describe in consistently military terms a beleaguered garrison, a fortified enclave, a frontier
outpost -- and which like the individual resistances, and reinforcing these, run the gamut:
suspicion, ridicule, embarrassment, scientific incredulity, intellectual irritation, professional
jealousy, moral outrage. But resistance to analysis can equally manifest itself as a disconcerting
absence of resistance -- disingenuous credulity, vulgar pragmatism, stupid optimism, the very
traits that Freud found most annoying about America, as it happens, the place where
psychoanalysis seemed to be most easily assimilated, provoking least shock or outrage, and
where he consequently saw the whole project to be on shakiest ground.19 He notes that the very

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tolerance of the Americans betrays a discomfiting disengagement: like the labile libidinal types
whose excessively mobile or vaporous libido prevents attachments from adhering, their whole
existence is a slippery surface to which nothing sticks.
Above all, as psychoanalysis acquires cultural capital, resistance to psychoanalysis will
increasingly come to focus on the very concept of resistance. Among the many irritations
induced by psychoanalysis, vastly outstripping the more obvious shockers (infantile sexuality,
incest, etc.), none is more maddening than the assurance with which it seems to court objections,
rewriting its own vulnerability, its tendency to attract detractors, as the signature of its greatest
strength. My expectations were by no means disappointed, writes Freud of his most noxiously
recalcitrant patient, Dora, when this interpretation of mine was met by a most emphatic
negative.20 Every rejection is a tacit acquiescence, the very objection to a theory a perfect
confirmation of its cogency, if only because it shows the speakers investment in denying it.
Negation in this sense functions, rhetorically, as a form of preterition -- an admission by way of
denegation -- the negative operator providing a kind of invisibility cloak under which the
inadmissible material can elude the censorship and enter consciousness unscathed. In stating
not-p, I allow p to be put into words, if only at the level of propositional content. The
negative prefix allows the truth to be admitted but as an empty formula: a pure nonc handed
over to the analyst like a specimen under glass, immunized from interpretative elaboration,
recited as if suspended between quotation marks, both referentially and pragmatically opaque.
The more vehement the refusal, the more certain the cogency of the intervention. Its not my
mother.21
This kind of thing is of course exactly whats always contributed to the bad reputation of
psychoanalysis as a science-- its seemingly flagrant disregard for protocols of proof and
legitimation: refusing falsifiability, it relinquishes verifiability. Thats the standard Anglo
philosophical reproach, and Freud gleefully courted this reaction; but intriguingly similar
objections arise also from the opposite end of the philosophical spectrum. Nietzsche-inspired
critics will also take issue with the priests of lack (as Deleuze and Guattari describe Freud and
Lacan) on oddly compatible grounds. Obviously this is precisely the kind of indignation that
Hegel has always provoked as well: the dialectical machinery always waiting in the wings, the

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evil genius parrying every resistance in advance, anticipating every objection as its own
invention, converting failure into triumph, the slave ideology of the loser wins....
But Freud is of course being deliberately provocative. Weve just seen that negation comes in all
colors, shapes and sizes, each one modulated by the vicissitudes of tone, mood, inflection, syntax,
timing, context. Negation runs the entire gamut: disagreement, refusal, disavowal, aversion, fear,
excitement, desire, hallucinatory foreclosure. It can also, as it happens, mean acceptance. No
is not a word you can look up in the dictionary or in a dream book: its neither a stable lexical
unit nor a formal operator guaranteeing the conveyance of forbidden content. Nor is yes, for
that matter, a guarantor of affirmation, however many times you repeat it: were not all Molly
Bloom a point driven home by Sydney Morgenbessers proverbial riposte to J. L. Austin.
(During a lecture at Columbia, Austin had been musing on the fact that whereas a double
negative always implies a positive, the reverse is not the case -- there is no language in which a
double positive can possibly signify a negative whereupon, from the back of the auditorium,
someone could be heard already darkly muttering, "Yeah, yeah.")
The point is that no, like yes, is strictly speaking a shifter or indexical: it draws its entire
energy and significance from its site of enunciation. Peeling away the negation as if it were a
price tag22 does not in itself, says Freud himself, lift or overcome (Freud actually uses the
philosophically charged word aufhebt) the repression,23 just as lifting repression in turn does not
necessarily remove the symptom, and just as, for that matter, naming the resistance does not
automatically dispel it. In fact it usually has the very opposite effect. This is because truth is not,
as Hegel had said, a freshly minted coin (39) its not a blind lump of theoretical or pre-critical
positivity but a practical result. Intellectual acceptance of the truth has no bearing on its affective
or pragmatic import. Even the analysands more-than-simply-intellectual conviction of the
correctness of a given interpretation does not guarantee the clinical validity or efficacy of this
interpretation, however you might measure this efficacy. The Wolf Man will relapse almost
immediately after Freuds last-ditch intervention, despite unflinchingly (even if, it must be said,
at gunpoint) endorsing Freuds interpretation, and will end up spending the remaining decades of
his life in virtually uninterrupted therapy, handed on from one analyst to the next, generating
more and more archival paperwork, more files, more case studies, more memoirs, and more
deadlines, until his death. This is because any content that can be presented at a purely

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propositional or theoretical level, dissociated from the context of analysis, can only function as an
extraneous piece of information, and is thus tantamount to a suggestion strictly speaking a piece
of wild analysis, and a subjection of the analysand to the mystical authority of the analyst.
Sometimes Its not my mother can be a decoy to get the analyst off your back. It can be a way
to avoid saying, for example, Its not, ahem, my father. This is a twist on the old Jewish
joke Freud likes to tell: you say youre getting off the train at Cracow, in order to trick everyone
into thinking that youre actually getting off the train in Lemberg, so that theyre all the more
outraged when, in fact, you get off (or for that matter when you dont get off: it doesnt really
matter by this point) the train in Cracow.24 The logic has affinities with what Derrida (citing
Koyr) calls the old Machiavellian technique speaking the truth on the premise that you wont
be believed anyway which is actually a sort of newish technique: Arendt identifies this as the
basic logic of the modern lie.25 Which is to say that negation, like every other molecule of
language, like every other aspect of our lives, is not a natural kind but a historical artifact.
In fact, as Freud knows perfectly well, by the time he writes his essay on negation, the phrase
Its not my mother will have become a recognizable Freudian trope, the grammatical
equivalent of a cigar in a dream, and is perfectly capable of functioning wildly, that is, as a piece
of frozen theoretical (mis)information. By this point Freud will have long stopped treating
resistance as an obstacle to be removed through the coercive power of magic, touch, suggestion,
or argument whether through hypnosis, by a shamanistic laying on of hands (the pressure
technique), by the power of priestly charisma, or by force of intellectual persuasion. This is
because the agenda of psychoanalysis will have irreversibly shifted from a hermeneutic of
unveiling to a pragmatics of working-through. Its no longer simply a question of undoing
repression -- bringing the unconscious into consciousness or dissolving illusion -- but rather
about examining the ongoing investments that make any such undoing either impossible or
ineffective or both.
Resistance is not simply a resistance to the lifting of repression; it cannot be cleared away like a
roadblock or dissipated like a mirage; the model of consciousness-raising or critical Aufklrung
is entirely inappropriate. There is no stable position from which the act of demystification could
be undertaken because this very act will have been invested with all the ambivalence directed
towards its object: the unconscious is no longer simply the object of investigation but will have
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invaded the entire analytic setting, including the walls and furniture. Resistance must for this
reason ultimately be registered as a resistance to the figure of the analyst and ultimately to
Analysis itself, which somehow keeps on getting personified, allegorized, mythified -- a big
Other which needs to be continually impressed, placated, flattered, seduced, ignored, defied.
Resistance is in this sense less a stable or stationary obstacle than the endlessly reversible
slippage or sliding, bertragung, from content to context, from story to setting, that will define
the transference proper. This is why the issue of time tact, timing, rhythm, frequency, velocity,
duration will become so decisive as a technical consideration, and also why time itself (the
sheer length and lack of it) will become such a killer. Ill come back to this in just a moment.
Five plus or minus one
In an Addendum to Inhibitions, Symptoms, and Anxiety, a latish essay, Freud tries to
enumerate and classify the resistances topographically with a view to dividing and conquering (as
has been often noted, his whole vocabulary is military-imperial-conquistadorial from the
outset).26 As his catalogue accumulates, however, the obstacles take on increasingly molecular
dimensions, becoming ubiquitous, protean, and directionless -- less an organized army fighting
on a unified front than a ragged and dispersed troop of guerilla warriors, launching their bombs
and barricades unpredictably and from everywhere---and the prospects of mounting a successful
counter-resistance seem to dwindle.
Derrida remarks on the uncertainty of Freuds arithmetic as well as the oddness of the list. There
are the explicit refusals of the ego as an agency motivated by strategic considerations of selfdefense: the reality-driven need to maintain repression at all costs; the inhibiting and distracting
effects of the transference; the almost-prudential investment in the secondary gains of illness
itself, not least of which the unquenchable thirst for recognition. (That adds up to three subdivisions, more or less, all more or less on the side of law and order, although the
dysfunctionality of each of these mechanisms will quickly become apparent.)
Then there is the purposeless obstinacy of the id, in its fixity and incorrigibility. Its hardwired to
last. Structurally impervious to modification, indifferent to contradiction, the unconscious is the
embodiment of motiveless intransigence in its purest form timeless in its indifference to
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such invulnerable to argument, induction, or the erosive force of habituation. Repetition is in this
sense a bulwark against the wear and tear of repetition. (Thats a fourth, although the count is
starting to blur, since surely this same obstinacy surely attaches equally to the ego, already itself
half submerged in the swamp of the unconscious and therefore prone to the same repetitive
insistence.)
And finally, most unfathomably and most intractably, there is the grinding ferocity of a superego
hell-bent on ruining everything, ripping up achievements, undoing or reversing progress,
undermining therapeutic alliances, administering punishment not so much for the purpose of
discharging guilt, as a retaliation, as a deterrent, or for any other even remotely instrumental
purpose, but for the sole purpose of provoking even more guilt, Kafka-style, that is, as a pretext
for administering even more punishment, inflicting suffering to create the opportunity of
inflicting even more suffering, prolonging illness for the sole purpose of prolonging illness, no
special benefits attached, violence for the sake of violence a kind of pure, disinterested unpleasure, in a quasi-Kantian sense. To speak, by way of determinate negation, of displeasure or
Unlust, with its sublime promise of moral profit, is very possibly to assume too much. Freud is
of course referring to the death drive.27
Analysis will eventually therefore come to circle around a core of purposeless suffering --a
suffering that will shed even the veneer of rationality, functionality, or sacrificial payoff, and that
will seek to prolong itself for the sake of prolongation itself. A strange conatus, void of
teleology or purpose: this defines the essential drivenness of the drive itself, without which no
analysis, or any other project, for that matter, could ever get off the ground. If analysis is literally
to be understood as a dissolving or untying -- this is the original meaning of ana-lysis: an
unbinding or loosening of the tightly wound knot of punishment and desire -- the resistance to
analysis consists of an incessant reweaving of this fabric of oppression and repression. Any
attempt to loosen the weave, to unpick, unbind, or analyze the knot of suffering, is Sisyphean, or
more precisely, counter-Penelopean; the very act of unweaving is itself silently knitted back into
the mesh, seamlessly reintegrated into the pathology, like an invisible scar. This is, incidentally,
one wayof course not the standard one -- of understanding Hegels most infamous statement
that the wounds of spirit heal and leave no scars (669).28

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Depending on how youre counting, if youre still counting, this might add up to five distinct
species of resistance. But the categories have by now broken down: everything is pounded and
pulverized by repetition, everything is spinning around its own axis, which means there is no
hard and fast way of determining the specific locus or motivation for any resistance, or even that
it makes sense to speak of motivation in the first place. This also means, and here we are coming
to the most difficult kernel, that the cruelty of the death drive must be considered in its most
formal, unembellished abstractness -- prior to any specific tendency to aggression, untethered
from any libidinal investment in pain, withdrawn from visibility, silently diffusing itself,
unbound from the pleasure/power complex in which Foucault, for one, located psychoanalysis,
and where he identified its most insidious disciplinary collusions.29 In the Postcard Derrida
identifies this recursive, repetitive structure as the transcendental tautology -- that defines the
drivenness of the drive as such.30
This conceptual leakage between the various resistances might indicate, suggests Derrida, a
common conceptual or genetic core. But if you try to introduce repetition as the mother of all
resistances, that is, as the unifying principle or genus of resistance, the very principle of
resistance breaks down. That is to say, it no longer functions as a principle, insofar as the logic
of repetition ruins conceptuality, exerting an atomizing pressure that disintegrates the coherence
of resistance not only as a category but also, and here the stakes become more than simply
theoretical, as an effective force. If there can be no coherent concept of repetition, it follows that
there can be no unified concept of resistance, which means that resistance itself, Derrida hazards
to say, is at the limits a non-resistance, that there is no resistance in the sense of la rsistance, a
singular, focalized, capital R-resistance31 -- which also means, and Derrida is explicit here, that
psychoanalysis itself, la psychanalyse, does not exist either, that there is strictly speaking no
such thing as psychoanalysis either.32
Freuds list, then, is either redundant or incomplete or both: five minus or plus one, by
Derridas reckoning.33 With this enumeration Derrida slyly suggests that the count is off: its
either inflated or truncated or both at once. Freud is either cheating by double-counting, or hes
leaving off the most important item on the list -- which is to say, the list itself. By omitting from
the catalogue of resistances the motivation for the inventory in the first place that is, the strictly
lytic or philolytic drive to divide, classify, itemize and atomize Freud leaves out of the

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picture, or at least conspicuously in the shadow, the auto-resistant or auto-immune thrust of

analysis itself, torn as it is between its obsessional desire to break up or dissolve organic unities
(its stubbornly dismembering or dispersive attachment to the work of detachment) and its
archaeological, regressive, or anagogic longing for the atomic, the indivisible, the simple, the
original, the archaic. This split, which is equally a knot, simultaneously constricts or inhibits the
work of analysis, holds it back from what it does best, that is, from analyzing, and unravels it by
setting it on an endless Penelopean labour.
Too slow, too fast
I wanted to return to Freuds early discussion of the dream symbol and the dream navel.
Resistance to interpretation seems to oscillate between the two extremes of impossibility and
redundancy. Either theres an excessive opacity that blocks interpretation or theres an excessive
transparency that makes interpretation superfluous. On the one hand the dream is bristling with
idiomatic meaning, a knot of tendrils reaching ever deeper into the unknown but in their
knottedness stubbornly blocking access to this unknown. On the other hand, the dream is coated
with a veneer of socially acquired significance, its elements borrowed from the public domain, a
mass-produced readymade produced by the dreaming collective. Its either so thickly woven that
its closed to further penetration or so thin that theres nothing left to penetrate. Either murky
depth or shiny surface, the dream repels interpretation either by refusing exegesis or by offering
up its own elucidation with such alacrity that it preempts even the desire for further investigation.
The navel is the magical detail that crystallizes everything, but only for the individual dreamer
and only at the point of dreaming. It knots together the entire network of associations, but so
tightly it becomes inaccessible to every observer, including even the dreamer herself, at least by
the next morning, or by the time she brings it to the appointment. Shared by no-one, it escapes
intelligibility altogether. The dream symbol is the breakaway detail that escapes the texture of
the dreamwork it seems to defy the principle of hermeneutic holism whereby each element will
be woven together with every other and eventually tethered to the central organizing dream wish.
It impinges from the outside as a kind of extraneous day residue from the collective patrimony:
it can be explained without reference to the network of associations belonging to the individual
dreamer and peculiar to her idiolect alone. Shared by everyone, it reveals nothing about anyone,

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and in its prosthetic exteriority has the incantatory or hypnoticstrictly citational or spectral
impact of a message from the beyond.
Either there is too much to interpret or there is nothing. In both cases the archeological or
anagogic model interpretation as excavation, elucidation, uncovering, unveilingis rendered
ineffective; there can be no passage or mediation between depth and surface because its either all
depth or all surface. Everything is either too obscure or its too obvious, either too hidden or too
exposed: the act of interpretation is either thwarted or pre-empted because its always already
been performed. These extremes mark the outer limits of analysis, but also expose its intractably
social and political stakes: the whole thing takes place along the shifting continuum of privacy
and publicity, veering between the two extremes of an impossible individuation and a forced
collectivization, between the two abstractions of the I and the we.34
Theres also a crucial temporal dimension (Im cutting to the chase). Interpretation either takes
too long, that is, forever, or it doesnt take nearly long enough. Everything is happening in the
limbo staked out by the two poles of interminable (or infinite) analysis and wild analysis:
between an analysis mired down in the thicket of endless hermeneutic hesitation and an analysis
that keeps racing ahead of itself to the finish line, between sluggishness and haste, between
obsessional deferral and hysterical precipitation. Either you cant get to the end because you
never even make it past the starting gate: the pathway is cluttered with obstacles and you cant
cut through the tangle of interpretative possibilities. Or you cant get to the end because its
always already behind you; you know the outcome from the very beginning and the tales always
already told. Either you cant cut the umbilical cord: like Tristram Shandy, you cant get born;
analysis is either stillborn or the moment of parturition is eternally prolonged. Or you miss the
end because youve already managed to get beyond it: like Hunter Gracchus, you cant die; the
moment of conclusion has been always already overreached and the analysis is over before its
started every analysand is an all-knowing Oedipus, already certain of the outcome, reciting
formulas of an already ossified tradition. Either way, you cant terminate: either you never get
there or youve always already got there, and in any case the very fantasy of the there will
prove to have been the ultimate impediment to reaching it.
This brings us to the central paradox of psychoanalysis, which also happens to be the essential
paradox of the dialectic and part of its ongoing provocation. On the one hand, resistance is the
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fundamental obstacle to analysis. With their incessant digressions, diversions, and

prevarications, the resistances to analysis are always on the verge of derailing it forever. On the
other hand, without resistance, without delay, there would be nothing but wild analysis --which is to say there would be no analysis at all, only the shadow cast by the all-knowing
authority of the analyst, or even by analysis itself qua personified subject-supposed-to-know. Any
truth that presents itself immediately, without impediment, is itself an impediment -- an empty
abstraction, a fetish of pure meaning marooned from history, a blind bit of theory thrust upon the
analysand with no means of mobilizing it. Meaning must be postponed in order to be articulated:
judgment must be deferred; every decision about truth, value, or signification must be suspended.
This is another way of describing the so-called free association method, and points to its
strictly phenomenological (in every sense) restraint. In the Interpretation of Dreams, Freud
describes analysis as a process of travailler comme une bte (hes quoting Claude Bernards
description of the scientific work ethic), a beastly, inhuman project, undertaken without regard
for a final result or answer.35 Without this suspension, nothing could ever happen because it
would have already been achieved: everything would be frozen like a fly in the amber of the
always-already accomplished past.
But at the same time, meaning and direction must be preemptively assumed. Even the decision,
which will need to be continually repeated, to start analysis, to make that initial, insane
commitment of time, money, mental energy, is premised on the presumption, very likely a
phantasmatic one, that will have been a final truth and purpose, that there will have been
someone or something to ground the entire undertaking. Without that commitment, that mad
transferential attachment, nothing would ever get off the ground. Transference is not only the
repetition or reactivation of familial or ancestral prototypes. Its also the pre-theorized,
predigested, and pre-formalized investment in the process and person of analysis itself: the
mimetic compulsion attaches to the very activity of interpretation. Every analysis is conducted in
the tracks of previous analyses, every dream the citation of a previous dream, every couch the
replica of a previous couch (as Plato already somehow in his own way surmised). The mimesis,
or anamnesis, is triggered the moment you walk in and see the little portrait of Freud hanging
there on the waiting room wall. The transaction is not only between individuals but with the very
institution of psychoanalysis itself -- which is another way of saying that that psychoanalysis has
an implacable political dimension.
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Freud coined the captivating term wild analysis, in 1910, upon the founding of the International
Psychoanalytic Association. He was getting annoyed by everybody who kept on ventriloquizing
psychoanalysis, who kept invoking Freuds own name in order to hurl interpretations at patients
without possessing the institutional credentials, without establishing the clinical context, and
above all, without tethering a given intervention to the specific vicissitudes of the transference.
The wildness in question did not consist, as one might think, in an unbridled spontaneity or
enthusiasm, but on the contrary in a kind of scholasticism or academicism that construes the truth
of psychoanalysis to reside strictly in its propositional correctness. We could in fact describe
such wildness as a vulgar sort of textualism. If psychoanalysis really were just a theory, writes
Freud, listening to lectures and reading books would be enough to cure people the equivalent,
he adds, of handing out menu-cards in a time of famine.36
Misappropriation of property by attempted impersonation, Freud goes on to write, in 1914, of
those who practice in the name of psychoanalysis without subscribing to its central tenets:
namely, the facts of transference and resistance.37 Even as Freud kept on writing in this vein he
knew perfectly well that that the border could never be secure. The wildness was never really on
the outside, it was not a function of lack of training or unprofessionalism, but rather haunted the
science from the inside, and was even essential to its disciplinary momentum. For resistance
and transference are of course precisely the technical tenets most vulnerable to codification, to
mechanization, and thus to all the vicissitudes of bad timing -- that is, most prone to working like
a suggestion. Freud will playfully acknowledge this fact himself when he officially welcomes
the self-declared wild man Georg Groddeck to the fold, writing provocatively in 1917 that
"anyone who recognizes that transference and resistance are the pivots of the treatment belongs
irredeemably to the wild army [wildes Heer]."38
There is a point at which every analysis threatens to turn into a wild analysis: it must get ahead of
itself, it must be jump-started if only to get started. And theres a point at which every analysis
threatens to become interminable: it must forever lag behind its own presuppositions.
Times up
At least in its formal structure, the contrast between interminable and wild analysis
corresponds to what Hegel identifies at the very outset of the Phenomenology as the two

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inevitable temptations to be avoided (ultimately the two resistances to be resisted) as the project
of speculative philosophy gets off the ground. Either the work never gets started, or the work
gets finished all too soon. These are two sides of the same coin, which for Hegel stake out the
outer limits of German Idealism --the evil twins, roughly speaking, of Kant and Schelling: the
tepid waters of endless critical reflection versus the skyrockets of rapturous revelation; the bad
infinite of interminable postponement versus the bad finite of instant gratification; delay versus
haste. This last antithesis already conjures up the antinomy of the master-slave: either everything
has to be consumed immediately, without deferral, and the meal is over before its even started;
or the preparations take forever, nothing is consumed, and the menu replaces the meal.
On the one hand: there is the natural tendency to procrastination (73). You delay the
beginning, you pile on the obstacles, you invent endless make-work projects so as to avoid the
hard labor of the concept sharpening your pencils, reading the instruction manuals, the endless
propaedeutic prep-work that will culminate in Kants critical philosophy, with its obsessional
need to inspect the apparatus, to check the equipment to make sure everythings in working order,
brakes and safety features installed so that you dont overstrain the engine or veer out of control
and end up crashing on the rocks of the antinomies.
On the other hand: there is the (equally natural) tendency to precipitation or abbreviation. We
seek the royal road of instant gratification (70). We grab for results, we race to the end, we
want the whole truth given to us instantly in its unelaborated immediacy. Like a reader rushing to
the last page we want everything summarized or paraphrased in advance. We need the result
delivered to us in one concentrated aphoristic burst, compressed into a single instantaneous
abridgment, without remainder or delay. The true is the whole. The True is a Bacchanalian
revel. Everything turns on grasping the true, not only as substance but equally as subject.
In the Introduction to the Phenomenology Hegel underscores the essentially phobic structure of
consciousness: the critical fear of error conceals a far more paralyzing fear of truth (74), where
truth itself amounts to the infinite abandonment or sacrifice (807)--the relinquishment of
every last shred of positivity that will eventually define absolute knowing. To lose everything
straightaway, to cut to the chase immediately, would be like dying all at once, without mediation,
so we do our dying in bits and pieces. We forestall the inevitable, we hold back from getting
there, even if this means getting mired down in the exhausting process of negotiation and
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prevarication (which is, of course, only another kind of mortification) which is life as such. Life,
as Freud will show, is nothing but an infinite detour to death, a way of dying on our own terms,
an avoidance which is just as forcibly a confrontation, in that we court death in the obsessional
efforts to postpone it.39
Or we try to discharge everything before we have anything specific to discharge: we cut our
losses by cultivating loss as such pure intransitive loss in advance and excess of every possible
lost object a kind of melancholic strategy of preempting disaster by making sure its always
already over and done with.40 Hegels brilliance is to demonstrate that these two strategies are
two sides of the same coin. Like Achilles and the tortoise, we manage to forestall the encounter
by continually overleaping it.
The Phenomenology is often read as a Bildungsroman: the story of the steady accumulation of
insight regarding the world, my place in it, and above all regarding my own normative
commitments in securing that place, including the social conditions necessary for making and
sustaining such commitments. As such it tends to be read as the story of progressive
demystification or consciousness-raising the gradual but inexorable overcoming of illusions or
blind-spots, the clearing away of impediments to rationality, including the new impediments
inevitably generated in the course of overcoming these impediments, and above all those
impediments generated by reason itself, the ultimate obstacle to enlightenment turning out to be
not the opacity of things, the inscrutability of other minds, the recalcitrance of the passions, or the
unruliness of the body, but the resistance mounted by reason itself to its own inexorable
demands. The ultimate obstacles to reason are those generated by reason.
In the Introduction to the Phenomenology, Hegel compares the pathway of consciousness to a
ladder (26). What he describes is actually more like a game of snakes and ladders, where the
snakes vastly outnumber the ladders, where at any moment you might find yourself sliding back
to the beginning, and where the outcome is as often as not a function of chance more than skill.
Its for this reason that the Phenomenology is such a long book: its a kind of antiBildungsroman. Its not so much that that there is so much wisdom to amass, so much
experience to digest that it will take forever to tell the tale (although Hegel will of course often
talk that way). Its precisely because there will be so much to have unlearned. If consciousness
wont stop accumulating experiences, if it cant stop archiving, collecting, stockpiling, this is not
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for the sake of eventual recollection, not for the sake of having a story to recount or a history to
remember, but precisely in order to have had something to disremember and dismember.
The Phenomenology announces its own trajectory as an unhalting [haltlose] or unstoppable
progress towards rationality (80) an irresistible movement.41 What it depicts is a thicket of
evasions that seem designed to halt any such progress: every stopping point is on the verge of
becoming permanent, every station (Station: the Christian allusion is of course explicit [77
and 80]) a place of interminable stasis and stagnation, every stage a stumbling block to further
progress. Everyone always remarks on the bloated, engorged dimensions of the
Phenomenology: the thing keeps swelling, the chapters keep getting longer and longer, the
material keeps proliferating, the book keeps expanding, as if Spirit cant stop accumulating until
it has managed to take in the whole world as its material the horrible digestive tendency that
Hegels critics, from Nietzsche to Adorno, have never ceased reviling. The system is the belly
turned mind, and rage is the mark of each and every idealism42 In the final pages of the
Phenomenology Hegel speaks of the inertia, the Trgheit, of the entire preceding trajectory a
sluggish movement, he calls it. Spirit moves so slowly because the self has to take hold of and
digest the whole of this wealth of its substance (808).
The landscape of the Phenomenology is littered with corpses that, like Polyneices, wont go
away a heap of defunct structures persisting long after their utility, legitimacy, enjoyment factor,
and antiquarian picturesqueness has disappeared. Theres an almost Baroque clutter to Hegels
stagecraft (Im thinking of Benjamins description of the desolate settings of the German
Trauerspiel)43: even as the scene keeps changing, the stage is never fully cleared, the old props
and costumes accumulating long past their expiration date, abandoned attitudes constantly
returning, refuted arguments continually reasserting themselves, relinquished desires resurging,
everything crammed together in some kind of impossible simultaneity. The whole thing has
elements of an eighteenth-century capriccio (Hegel must have seen them) -- one of those
architectural fantasias, sometimes sold as souvenirs, in which all the landmarks are crammed
together without regard for geography, chronology, or logic, the ruins of the Coliseum jammed
right up against the Pantheon, the Villa Borghese on the same block as the Domus Aurea.
(Which is, of course, precisely how Freud will describe the eternal city of the unconscious in

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Civilization and its Discontents: a jumble of relics jostling together in an impossible

phantasmagoria of space and time.44)
Even more striking than the profusion of the material is the prodigious inefficiency of the
narrative: the incessant stalling and backsliding, the meandering and repetition, the stubborn
obliviousness, the self-censorship, and the constant blackouts. Consciousness proves to be a
virtuoso at forgetting what it learns -- disparaging its significance, disarming its impact, or
drawing inferences that can be counter-intuitive and even perverse. Whats most unstoppable is
the relentless pressure of resistance itself, which proves to be anything but inert. Or rather,
inertia, if thats what we want to call this principle of delay, finds itself capable of endlessly
reinventing itself: consciousness will come to reassign the very categories of motion and rest: it
will learn to redefine the terms of historicity as such. Hegels most brilliant insight is that the
category of change is in itself an empty abstraction --it provides the perfect alibi for its own
denial --while the resistance to change can be the greatest impetus to transformation. In its
refusal of the new, consciousness shows itself to be a genius at innovation, if only in its ability to
keep generating ever more surprising strategies of avoidance. Hegel accounts for this clearly in
the Introduction to the Phenomenology.
Such hesitancy is not confined to the beginning; or rather, since Hegel will have established on
logical grounds that every moment is strictly speaking a beginning, the work can get stalled at
each and every moment, and all too frequently does. Every setback is an obstacle to continuation,
every transition has the unpredictability of an ex nihilo beginning, the hiatus between every
station on Spirits journey is always on the brink of becoming impassible. This is why, at a
narrative level (to return to the literary analogy, for what its worth), the Phenomenology presents
itself less as a novel than as a series of interlinked short stories. The connective tissue between
the individual shapes is often tenuous; each moment threatens to become an isolated episode, a
set piece waiting to be ripped out of context, quoted, excerpted, anthologized, recycled. Which is
how the Phenomenology is usually read and is almost always taught, as if it can be transmitted
only as a compilation of greatest hitsSense-Certainty, Master-Slave, Antigone,
Beautiful Soul. Every shape is on the verge of becoming disconnected and encysted, every
moment spinning on its own axis, always on the brink of dismemberment, dissociated from
ancestor and successor, oblivious of its antecedent and incapable of going further -- a fragment

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bristling uncomfortably against its own context, like a Romantic hedgehog.45 This is one way of
understanding Hegels famous image of the circle of circles.46
This is not a contingent result of misreading or misappropriation. Hegel shows how an
ineluctable fetishism is built into the very protocol of reading.47 Hegel spells this out very clearly
in the Preface to the Phenomenology. Thinking demands a constant dilation with the material
the famous tarrying with the negative ( 32) a stoppage and suspension that can come
perilously close to a Kantian-style exercise in procrastination. Hegel will identify this deferring,
disaggregative, interruptive -- strictly death-driven -- rhythm of thinking with the work of
analysis itself, the unsung hero of the entire undertaking. The activity of dissolution is the
most astonishing and mightiest of powers, or rather the absolute power.48
We can read the Phenomenology as a catalogue of resistances. Vastly outweighing its stockpile of
rational achievements is Spirits arsenal of ever more ingenious ways of erasing, preempting,
deflecting, or brutishly ignoring these accomplishment. Here are just a few of the techniques in
Spirits passive-aggressive tool kit. Sense-Certainty cant retain a thing it learns. Like a
schoolchild forced to keep writing the same lines forever, chronically unable or unwilling to
apply its hard-earned lessons, it is constantly thrown back to the beginning where it stumbles yet
again into the same trap, keeps relearning and forgetting the same lesson, mulishly persisting
(109). This forgetfulness will set the tone and tempo for the entire narrative to follow.
Perception specializes in tactics of isolation. Stymied by its own antinomies, consciousness
constructs an elaborate linguistic architecture of partitions and corridors designed to siphon off
contradiction in order to protect itself from imploding. The idiom of Perception is a bristle of
adverbs and conjunctions -- insofar, also, essentially little syntactical fetishes invented
for the sole purpose of allowing consciousness to sustain its own incompatible commitments long
enough to buy more time (131). The Understanding finds refuge in mindless tautological
repetition. Failing to meet its assignment and too tired to experiment further, consciousness
reclaims its legitimacy by reciting empty formulas, a kind of whistling in the dark undertaken by
the subject in order to reassure itself of its own continuing existence (154f). Skepticism tries to
disarm the deadly force of contradiction by turning its own incoherence into a form of
entertainment: internal dissonance is externalized as pugnacity and becomes a spectator sport

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like the squabbling of self-willed children, who by contradicting themselves buy for themselves
the pleasure of continually contradicting one another (205). This losers win tactic will be
developed into a full-blown aesthetic strategy by Rameaus Nephew (or his exemplar) a few
episodes later, who will come to monopolize the entire session with his verbal antics:
consciousness will learn to outwit cognitive dissonance by harnessing it to theatrical ends. The
list continues; you can take it from here.
Ive been dwelling on language in these last few examples. Above all, resistance is registered at
the level of the sentence. Hegels philosophical enterprise stages an encounter with the obstacle
of grammatical form itself. Every sentence is a struggle against resistance: not simply the stony
recalcitrance of the facts, or the stupid persistence of dogma, orthodoxy, or opinion, but the
blockage, within language, against its own illusory momentum. With the speculative sentence
the movement of predication is reversed, the grammatical flow is turned back, the fluency of
speaking and thinking is interrupted: this choking of speech marks thoughts recoil at its own
precipitation (62). To speak philosophically to learn to read every sentence as a speculative
sentence -- is like driving with both the brake and the accelerator pedal down at once. To think
philosophically is to dash again and again against the same wall, digging the same hole, skipping
and turning like a stuck record, forever repeating.
Door knob communication49
All this interminable stalling and stoppage might suggest that the prospects of change are bleak.
And of course they are. But then again: its only at moments of symbolic breakdown that history
sheds its veneer as inexorable second nature. It is the experience of stuckness that forces us to
reinvent the entire field.

This essay is based on talks given at the Hegel and Resistance conference at University
College Dublin and the Collegium Phaenomenologicum session on Law and Violence in Citt
di Castello; many thanks to Bart Zantvoort and Mara del Rosario Acosta for inviting me, and to
the speakers and audiences at both for exceptionally engaging discussion. Some of my

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comments on Derrida and Freud were developed in my talk at the Unpacking Derridas Library
conference at Princeton; I thank Eduardo Cadava and Avital Ronell for inviting me, and everyone
there for great discussion. Im particularly grateful to Elissa Marder and Elizabeth Rottenberg for
their trenchant comments, and to Frank Ruda for ongoing Hegel conversation.
2
Jacques Derrida, Resistances of Psychoanalysis, trans. Peggy Kamuf, Pascale-Anne Brault,
and Michael Naas (Palo Alto: Stanford University Press, 1998), p.2.
3
P. Chantraine, Dictionnaire tymologique de la langue grecque: Histoire des mots (Paris:
1968), p.1044.
4
Nicole Loraux, The Divided City: On Memory and Forgetting in Ancient Athens, trans. Corinne
Pache and Jeff Fort (New York: Zone Books, 2006), esp pp. 104-108; Loraux, Cratylos et
lpreuve de ltymologie, Revue de philosophie ancienne 5 (1987), pp. 49-69. Compare Freud,
On the Antithetical Sense of Primal Words, in SE XI: 154-161. On stasis as a theologicalpolitical goldmine (and Derridas pointed critique of Schmitts own narrowing of the concept),
see Carl Schmitt, Political Theology II: The Myth of the Closure of any Political Theology, trans.
Michael Hoelzl (Cambridge: Polity Press, 2008), pp. 122f and 149f and Derrida, Politics of
Friendship, trans. George Collins (London: Verso, 1997), pp 108ff and 113f. See also Dimitris
Vardoulakis, Stasis: Beyond Political Theology?, in Cultural Critique 73 (2009), pp. 125-147
5
Barbara Cassin, Politics of Memory: On Treatments of Hate, The Public 8 (2001); compare
Hegel on the pleasures of speculative polysemy in Science of Logic trans. George di Giovanni
(Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2010), p. 82.
6
The oath was instituted in 403 to secure the transition to democracy after the atrocities of civil
war and tyranny: let the memory of [these things] remain extinguished and dormant as
something that has not occurred. See (pseudo-)Aristotle Athenian Constitution (London:
Penguin, 1984). See Andrew Wolpert, Remembering Defeat: Civil War and Civic Memory in
Ancient Athens, (Baltimore: Johns Hopkins, 2001) and Edwin Carawan, The Meaning of M
Mnsikakein, Classical Quarterly 62 (2012), 567581. Nicole Loraux demonstrates that the
civic ban on memory was foreshadowed by the earlier theatrical ban, described by Herodotus, on
staging the tragedy of The Capture of Miletus, and echoed by comparable institutional erasures,
such as the elimination of dates from the calendar. On some of the paradoxes of legal amnesia,
Loraux, The Divided City, pp. 145-169 and on the theatrical proscription, Loraux, On Amnesty
and its Opposite, in Mothers in Mourning (Ithaca: Cornell University Press, 1990). See Paul
Ricoeur, Memory, History, Forgetting (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 2004) on the
various paradoxes of amnesty from the Treaty of Westphalia through to the 1971 presidential
pardon of Paul Touvier for his collaboration with the Nazis. On some of the blockages in the
archives pertaining specifically to the French Occupation, see Sonia Coombe, Archives interdites:
Les peurs franaises face lhistoire contemporaine (Paris: Albin Michel, 1994).
7

Henry Rousso, Le syndrome de Vichy de 1944 nos jours, second ed. (Paris: Seuil, 1990).
Howard Caygill explores some of the political complexities of resistance in considerable
theoretical and historical depth, and I recommend readers to consult his On Resistance (London:
Bloomsbury, 2013), as well as Franoise Proust, De la rsistance (Paris: ditions du Cerf, 1997)
and Jacqueline Rose, The Last Resistance (London: Verso, 2013).

Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels, Communist Manifesto, in Marx/Engels Selected Works,
(Moscow: Progress Publishers, , 1969), vol. 1, pp. 98-137 and Friedrich Engels, Socialism,

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Utopian and Scientific, in Marx/Engels Selected Works (Moscow: Progress Publishers, 1970),
vol. 3, p. 95-151
10

V. I. Lenin, Left-Wing Communism: an Infantile Disorder, Collected Works

(Moscow: Progress Publishers, 1964), vol. 31, pp. 17118.

11

Hegel, Phenomenology of Spirit, trans. A.V. Miller (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1977),
79. [Henceforth all references to the Phenomenology will be supplied parenthetically in the text
by paragraph number, using Millers translation (occasionally modified)].
12
Psycho-analysis is justly suspicious. One of its rules is that whatever interrupts the progress
of analytic work is a resistance. Freud, Interpretation of Dreams, Standard Edition of the
Complete Psychological Works of Sigmund Freud (London: Hogarth Press, 1955), vol V, p. 517.
[Henceforth all references to Freuds texts will be to this edition, indicated by SE, followed by
volume and page number; Stracheys translations may be occasionally modified.] Freud
acknowledges that sometimes the whole world can conspire to interrupt the progress of
analysis. So many events outside the analysands control -- war, illness, death in the familycan
distract or interfere with the schedule. Freud addresses this issue head on in a provocative
footnote added to the 1925 edition of the Interpretation of Dreams. The proposition laid down in
these peremptory terms-'whatever interrupts the progress of analytic work is a resistance'-is easily
open to misunderstanding. It is of course only to be taken as a technical rule, as a warning to
analysts. It cannot be disputed that in the course of an analysis various events may occur the
responsibility for which cannot be laid upon the patient's intentions. His father may die without
his having murdered him; or a war may break out which brings the analysis to an end. But behind
its obvious exaggeration the proposition is asserting something both true and new. Even if the
interrupting event is a real one and independent of the patient, it often depends on him how great
an interruption it causes; and resistance shows itself unmistakably in the readiness with which he
accepts an occurrence of this kind or the exaggerated use which he makes of it (SE V.517n)
13
Freud is referring to the experience of so-called fausse reconnaissance (aptly labeled in
French): the past is recalled, but so disconnected from the present that it might as well have been
written in a foreign language. See Freud, Fausse Reconnaissance (dj racont) in
PsychoAnalytic Treatment, SE XIII: 201. Im grateful for Alenka Zupanics remarks on this
topic at the Actuality of the Absolute Hegel conference at Birkbeck College.
14
See Interpretation of Dreams, SE IV: 148 on the dream of the witty butchers wife, and
Cynthia Chases insightful commentary in The Witty Butcher's Wife: Freud, Lacan, and the
Conversion of the Resistance to Theory, MLN 102 (1987), pp. 989-1013.
15
This dreamer belonged to a type whose therapeutic prospects are not favorable: up to a certain
point they offer no resistance at all to analysis, but from then onwards turn out to be almost
inaccessible. He interpreted this dream almost unaided. 'The Rotunda,' he said, 'was my genitals
and the captive balloon in front of it was my penis, whose limpness I have reason to complain of
(SE V: 375). On dream symbolism generally, which Freud himself initially declares to be merely
supplementary to the dream work, but to which with every new edition of the Interpretation of
Dreams he will invest greater and greater attention (the number of additions to the symbolism

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discussion greatly outstrip any other additions to the Interpretation of Dreams over the course of
its many editions), see SE V: 345-414, and also Stracheys remarks in SE IV: xii-xiii on the
editorial issues.
16

Freud, Interpretation of Dreams, SE IV:111n and SE V:525

For some notable exceptions, see the outstanding discussions of the dream navel by Shoshana
Felman, The Dream from Which Psychoanalysis Proceeds, in What Does a Woman Want?
Reading and Sexual Difference (Baltimore: Johns Hopkins University Press, 1993), Samuel
Weber, The Meaning of the Thallus, in Legend of Freud (Stanford UP, 2000), 101-120, and
Elizabeth Bronfen, The Navel of Freuds Inaugural Dream, in The Knotted Subject: Hysteria
and its Discontents (Princeton UP, 1998), pp. 53-98. As for the dream symbol, two of the very
few readers who have taken Freuds account of the symbol seriously at both a theoretical and a
clinical level are Maria Torok and Nicholas Rand, Dream Interpretation: Free Association or
Universal Symbolism?, in Questions for Freud: The Secret History of Psychoanalysis
(Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 2000). For an excellent discussion of resistance to
interpretation more generally, see Elizabeth Rottenberg, Resistance to Interpretation,
Philosophy Today (2006), pp. 83-89.
18
Freud, On beginning the treatment (1913), SE XII: 135.
17

19

Cf Todd Dufresne, Tales from the Freudian Crypt: The Death Drive in Text and Context (Palo
Alto: Stanford University Press, 2000), pp. 7-8.
20
Freud, Fragment of an Analysis of a Case of Hysteria (1905), SE VII: 58
21
Freud, Negation, SE XIX: 235.
22
Freud compares the negative operator to the commercial Made in Germany certificate of
authenticity, where the place of manufacture would in this case be the realm of unconscious
desire. Negation, SE XIX: 236.
23
Freud, Negation, SE XIX: 236.
24
For Freuds own slightly different telling of the joke, see Jokes and their Relation to the
Unconscious, SE VIII: 115
25
Jacques Derrida, History of the Lie, in Without Alibi, trans. Peggy Kamuf (Palo Alto:
Stanford University Press, 2002); the original formulation, quoted by Derrida, is by Alexandre
Koyr, "La Fonction politique du mensonge moderne, " republished in Rue Descartes 8/9
(1993). See also Hannah Arendt, "Lying in Politics: Reflections on the Pentagon Papers," in
Crises of the Republic (New York: Harcourt, Brace, Jovanovich, 1972).
26
Freud, Addendum to Inhibitions, Symptoms, and Anxiety, SE XX: **
27
Cf Freud, Ego and the Id, SE XIX: 53 on the super-ego as the pure culture of the death drive.
28
I explore some of the ideological ambiguities of this invisible mending in Terrors of the
Tabula Rasa, the last chapter in Mourning Sickness (Palo Alto: Stanford University Press, 2011)
29
Michel Foucault, History of Sexuality, vol. 1, trans. Robert Hurley (New York, Pantheon,
1978), and see Derrida, To Do Justice to Freud: The History of Madness in the Age of
Psychoanalysis, in Resistances, pp, 116-18; see also Derrida, Au-del du principe de la
pouvoir, in Rue Descartes (2014), pp. 3-14 (thanks to Elizabeth Rottenberg and Elissa Marder
for sending, at short notice).
30
Derrida, The Postcard: From Socrates to Freud and Beyond, trans. Alan Bass (Chicago:
University of Chicago Press, 1979), p. 403.

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Dina Al-Kassim reads here a thinly veiled riposte to Gilles Deleuzes somewhat rarefied (and
reified) affirmation of resistance in his reflections on R as in Resistance, in Abcdaire, the
series of interviews conducted by Claire Parnet in 1988-89 and broadcast posthumously on
French television in 1996. See Resistance, Terminal and Interminable in Gabriele Schwob, ed.,
Derrida, Deleuze, Psychoanalysis (New York: Columbia University Press, 2007), at pp. 108-122.
32
Derrida, Resistances, p 20.
33
Derrida, Psychoanalysis Searches the States of its Soul: The Impossible Beyond of a
Sovereign Cruelty, in Without Alibi, p. 246. This lecture of 2000, almost a decade later than
Resistances, is worth considering in detail for its slight shift in focus to the institutional
conditions of psychoanalysis as well as for its marked hesitancy regarding the viability of the
concept of resistance itself.
34
Doesnt this tension afflict every attempt to narrate any dream? In his 1908 essay on
Creative Writers and Daydreaming (but the basic principle applies all the more stringently to
the night dream) Freud comments on the peculiar impediment to recounting ones own dreams to
others. The dream is intrinsically either too boring or too repellent to be narrated (sometimes
both at once) and yet it must be told; the simultaneous compulsion toward and inhibition
against telling, the drive toward and against witness, is the very ambivalence that marks our
minimal social bond. The true ars poetica consists in overcoming the feeling of repulsion in
each of us which is undoubtedly connected with the barriers that arise between each single ego
and every other. (SE IX: 152).
35

Freud, Interpretation of Dreams, SE V:523

Freud, Wild PsychoAnalysis, SE XI:25.
37
Freud, On the History of the Psychoanalytic Movement, SE XIV: 16.
38
Freud, letter to Groddeck, June 5, 1917, in Georg Groddeck and Sigmund Freud, Briefwechsel,
(Frankfurt: Strmfeld Verlag, 2008).
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39

Freud, Beyond the Pleasure Principle, SE XVIII

Cf Giorgio Agamben, Stanzas: Word and Phantasm in Western Culture (Minneapolis:
University of Minnesota Press, 19
41
Hegel, Encyclopaedia Logic, trans. Theodore F. Geraets, W.A. Suchting, H.S. Harris (NY:
Hackett, 1991), 81 Addition, p. 130
42
Adorno, Negative Dialectics, trans. E.B. Ashton (New York: Routledge, 2004), p. 23. For a
magisterial reflection on Hegels metabolizing logic, see Werner Hamacher, PleromaReading
in Hegel (Palo Alto: Stanford University Press, 1998). I develop some further thoughts on this
matter in Hegels Last Words: Mourning and Melancholia at the end of the Phenomenology, in
Joshua Nichols and Amy Swiffen, eds., The Ends of History (New York: Routledge, 2013).
43
Walter Benjamin, Origin of the German Tragic Drama, John Osborne (London: Verso, 1977).
44
Freud, Civilization and its Discontents, SE XXI: 9.
45
Cf Friedrich Schlegel, Athenaeum Fragment 206, in Philosophical Fragments, trans. Peter
Firchow (Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press, 1991).
46
Hegel, Science of Logic, p. 751.
47
One must linger at every stage on the way, for each stage is itself an entire individual shape.
(29).
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Slavoj iek has rightly drawn attention to Hegel's astonishing encomium, in the Preface, to
the atomizing or mortifying strictly counterspeculative --power of the Verstand.
49
Theres an interesting behaviour sometimes referred to in the clinical literature as door knob
or door handle communication. The session is officially over, farewells are said, the analysand
is on the way out, hand on doorknob -- and suddenly: Oh, and by the way, Im pregnant. I
had a dream about you last night. Its not my mother. The academic version of a door knob
communication is usually: Time prevents me from exploring further.

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