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Anais Nin & Henry Miller Those two wrote the best love letters ever! Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin featured in A Literate Passion: Letters Of Anaïs Nin. quotes from A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin Henry Miller, 'Anaïs, I don't know how to tell you what I feel. I live in perpetual e. Anais Nin was of Spanish decent, she studied psychology in Paris under Otto which she offered inexhaustible exploration and insight into her relationships. this awareness of the goal, this acceptance of the goal, this moving on towards a .
Miller was a magnet. She was also living through the stigmata of being an adult child of incest, characterized by an early and pervasive interest in sex, promiscuity, and a recurring theme of being used by men Courtois, Miller spent his life escaping his childhood YouTube, We know that it was very dysfunctional.
It seems reasonable to assume that Miller had both a negative father and mother complex. Diekmann teaches us about the pathology of the positive mother complex. He states that complexes go deep into the unconscious as well as into the collective unconscious.
The stronger the complex the more it dominates the psyche in pathological forms. This becomes a spiraling psychological event which must increasingly remain unconscious.
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It seems reasonable that Miller would have a strong abandonment complex and an overpowering need for a nurturing feminine mother figure. Diekmann describes one form of the positive mother complex in which it can: How can we see this in Miller? Miller was obsessed with endless sexual encounters, of every variety with women, either individually or in groups, the wilder the better. He continued feeding his sexual appetites until his death at age 81 at which time he was living with a young Playboy Bunny.
One may ask rhetorically: If you are obsessed with the carnality of sex, can you ever find encompassing love in it? What sorrows at the core of their unconscious led them to find the creative complex in themselves?
They had both suffered deep loss from their families in different ways. They both sought transformation of their inner tension, which had been raised to ego consciousness, through the inspiration found in the muse archetype and the creative energy contained in the Great Mother archetype.
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Jung, Their unconscious need was to increase their own sense of authenticity, greater personal awareness, and love. It is that longing which can bring truer understanding of the self. But this involves the resolution of the alienation between ego and self which requires ego awareness initially, and ultimately the surrender of the ego, the dissolution of the polarities between ego and soul, and achievement of the transcendental function.
The presence of the right human muse, as was the case with Miller and Nin, can enhance this. Jung termed this a reconciliation with ourselves, a transcendental function Jung, Often, it may be a fleeting thing, yet our deepest yearnings for transcendent awareness and love, which is so deeply a part of us, will keep us longing.
We have sacrificed our identity in the process, and partially dissolved our egos and the experience has been transformative, but the road to individuation is a lonely one. Even though both had significant negative complexes to deal with, an incarnate muse love in a mysterious way transcended them and they were able to function independently after the fires of their passion cooled.
In the words of Neale Lundgren: Theory will not define it or explain it. It was truly miraculous. Their resonance lifted them creatively and allowed them to transcend, or at least accommodate to, their complexes in a way that would allow each of them in their late years to define their art, as well as, in some way validate the level of individuation they perceived they had reached.
In a YouTube interview he said of himself: My books are who I am. I want to be a clown, a symbol of man, a figure who suffers on earth, and his attempts to deal with his life. Someone who laughs and cries at the same time.
The book is the man. In another interview late in her life YouTube, Nin describes her inherent need to pattern herself after Lou Andreas Salome. In it she stated with obvious enthusiasm that Lou Andreas Salome had been her muse and mentor.
I am slightly paraphrasing some of her quotes, and taking others out of the total context of the conversation: Salome created a freedom in herself, at a time when this was incredibly difficult, but which women today demand She inspired men, even if the relationship was tragic, as it was with Niezsche, she was a muse who always inspired men to become their highest self…This was her seduction, and she demonstrated this with Rilke who she elevated from an ordinary poet to greatness by expanding his vision… She always ended the relationship, which was unusual for that time…She had no guilt, and a rebellious spirit which almost commanded her to break all of the taboos.
Experience teaches that there are many forms of love, and love that lasts beyond its carnality, and causes us to go into the collective unconscious to spark our creativity, is love whose meaning transcends it.
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Perhaps this is one aspect of the creative complex. Jung believed this demonstrated an awareness of the primordial images of the collective unconscious to transcend the personal consciousness of each of them Lundgren, Jung.
What about my personal transference into Nin and Miller? Anais Nin was my symbolic wife and I was Hugo.
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My wife was a very beautiful woman who I adored, but who was unattainable. I was Hugo, the successful male who provided a luxurious life style and endlessly tried to find ways to make my wife happy and fulfilled over a twenty year marriage. Just like Nin, the more I tried to love her the less successful I was. Only a fraction of us get it right the first time, if ever. Miller also presented himself as a source of transference.
Having come from both a family of conservative values, and growing up at a time of constrictive and conservative cultural mores, I would not have been able to let my shadow see the light of day the way Miller was able to. What was then the shadow of the general public regarding sexuality has now become the norm. It is possible to relate to the acrobatic, promiscuous, and unbridled sexual behavior that Miller espoused at a shadow level. The archetype of the eternal child, the puer eternis, is not a sought after goal by most of us, but Miller was a creative genius and not like most of us Myss, Nin ended up with a lifetime of tawdry affairs, one night stands, duplicitous and manipulative behavior, all of which were very deleterious to any personal resolution of her many complexes, and she spent her life trying to write and rewrite her dairies, always the eternally wounded child Duxler, How did it seem to you when Hugo came back?
Was I still there? I can't picture you moving about with him as you did with me. You became a woman with me. I was almost terrified by it. You are not just thirty years old—you are a thousand years old.
Here I am back and still smouldering with passion, like wine smoking. Not a passion any longer for flesh, but a complete hunger for you, a devouring hunger. I read the paper about suicides and murders and I understand it all thoroughly. I feel murderous, suicidal. I feel somehow that it is a disgrace to do nothing, to just bide one's time, to take it philosophically, to be sensible.
Where has gone the time when men fought, killed, died for a glove, a glance, etc? A victrola is playing that terrible aria from Madama Butterfly—"Some day he'll come! I know you're happy in the kitchen and the meal you're cooking is the best meal we ever ate together. I know you would scald yourself and not complain.Henry Miller Is Not Dead
I feel the greatest peace and joy sitting in the dining room listening to you rustling about, your dress like the goddess Indra studded with a thousand eyes.
Anais, I only thought I loved you before; it was nothing like this certainty that's in me now.
A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin Henry Miller, 1932-1953
Was all this so wonderful only because it was brief and stolen? Were we acting for each other, to each other? Was I less I, or more I, and you less or more you? Is it madness to believe that this could go on?
When and where would the drab moments begin? I study you so much to discover the possible flaws, the weak points, the danger zones. I don't find them—not any. That means I am in love, blind, blind. To be blind forever! Now they're singing "Heaven and Ocean" from La Gioconda. I picture you playing the records over and over—Hugo's records. How you must be furrowed and ploughed by it. I know all that, but I can't do anything to prevent it. I wish indeed it were me who had to endure it.
I know now your eyes are wide open.