Meant to be as inconspicuous as possible in human civilization, shit plays a rather conspicuous part of the human psyche. But the closer one gets to the fecal and its psychological and material, bodily, reality—in particular what psychoanalysis actually has to say about it—the stranger and more alien the topic becomes. What better opportunity for a rapprochement with our relation to defecation than the celebration of this work, of all works, ‘Merda d’artista.’
For Freud, when homo sapiens began to walk upright we renounced our interest in mutual smelling of the genitals and anus. Defecation entered into social conditioning, meaning that we were taught to find feces disgusting and unclean; bodily waste products were to be gotten rid of, even to be ashamed of. We conduct our relations with them in privacy. During a child’s toilet training, giving up feces means giving up a certain kind of original instinct or pleasure (and we can sense how alien taking pleasure in feces is, unlike other renunciations, for example of pure sadism). We make this sacrifice first for mommy—to please her, as it were—and then eventually for civilization as a whole. Anal defiance is the refusal of these limitations, of the restrictions on one’s personal freedom. It is an unwillingness to miss out on any pleasure, especially when it comes to a pleasure that is for the other.
The anal erotic character keeps for himself what he likes, accumulates all that he imagines as his, smears it around as he pleases, and even investigates the body of the other at will—serious boundary issues. Such a character is a parodic representation of ‘anal’ trends; fastidiousness, obstinacy, defiance, hoarding, mess making, smearing, making laws and breaking them, keeping time. Speaking of time, the anus is the origin of time, telling us when we need to go, organizing our bodies according to its evacuative rhythm, tracking what goes in and what comes out. The anus is also a destroyer of sexual difference, as men and women both have one; it is a place where we can dare to have sex without the burden of procreation. The anus also homogenizes what is eaten into one substance. It is the origin of the dream of universality.
‘Lacan said that Rome was bound to be the first great civilization because it streamlined its sewer systems.’
Freud theorized that children conceive unconsciously of feces as a gift, the first in their experience. Anal loss as ‘poop for mommy’ places the idea of universality into the realm of moral rectitude that surrounds gifts: giving, renouncing, losing for the other, breaking the closed loop of anal self-gratification. Furthermore, value distinctions—Shit or gold? Clean or dirty?—are the beginnings of civilized communal life. Submission to the dictates that one maintain control over one’s body and bodily products shows the first outlines of law and order, though these lines continually shift. Lacan said that Rome was bound to be the first great civilization because it streamlined its sewer systems—civilization means deciding what to do with waste, putting some things out of circulation and others into it. As Milan Kundera puts it in ‘The Unbearable Lightness of Being:’ If man was made in God’s image, does that mean God defecates? How can the divine and shit be thought together? ‘Shit,’ he writes, ‘is a more onerous theological problem than is evil.’
One of Freud’s lesser known but important short papers focuses on anality. ‘On Transformations of Instinct as Exemplified by Anal Eroticism’ was written in 1917, the same year as ‘Mourning and Melancholia’ and ‘The Taboo on Virginity.’ In ‘Anal Eroticism,’ Freud seeks to map all the erotic transformation that take place among vagina-rectum-penis, as well as those among baby-feces-gift-semen as the products of the body. These elements form unconscious identities with one another and allow for the anarchic transformations of sexuality.
What is of prime importance for Freud is to make clear that, while this equation creates a primer for our relationship with our own body, with the body of the other and with what may be exchanged or wished for between parties, the equation is deeply material. The excitation of the mucous membrane of the anus by feces is a first intimation of penetration by a penis into the vagina, or of a baby being born. This is a rather strange thought and leads Freud to say something that many women have taken issue with, namely, that the vagina is on lease from the anus. But while it may have angered some women, it went a long way toward explaining something about misogyny, no less racism, since both women and racialized peoples are often marginalized by being classified as impure or dirty.
‘The anus is the orifice of alchemy, of magic and of transformation: shit into gold, gold into shit.’
The materiality of the unconscious that is manifested by anality cannot be underestimated, nor the passions that spring from it. ‘Those who question this derivation of gifts should consider their experience of psychoanalytic treatment, study the gifts they receive as doctors from their patients, and watch the storms of transference which a gift from them can rouse in their patients,’ writes Freud.
‘Anal eroticism,’ he adds, ‘finds a narcissistic application in the production of defiance, which constitutes an important reaction on the part of the ego against demands made by other people.’ In other words, civilization at times goes too far. Lines need to be redrawn and the ego must free itself from the demands of others, no less from civilization, especially from what Freud called group psychology. This is the key to the free play of eroticism, even of transformation itself, of becoming this and that and the next thing, finding a means of crossing over. Notice where the only exit lies—the back entrance of anal erotic defiance. One might say Manzoni’s work clearly rests here.
In a 1908 Freud paper, there’s a fascinating footnote in which he recounts a conversation with a patient about that patient’s friend, who he said that agreed with most of what Freud had to say in his landmark ‘Three Essays on the Theory of Sexuality’ except the bit about the child who refuses to empty his bowels when put on the toilet, deliberating about whether accepting this restriction will impede his sense of freedom, in particular freedom over his own pleasure, which he is anxious not to lose. Freud’s patient said the man found the passage so grotesque and comic that he laughed for nearly a quarter of an hour. The two men laughed about this other man’s laughter and then carried on talking. Freud writes:
There’s something so wonderful about this footnote. Not only does it involve an industrial dream rife with capitalism and the anal vicissitudes of production, but along with anality it features a great secret in need of protection, a secret power which one desperately wants to keep for oneself rather than give it up as a boon to humanity—I’m keeping the power of my feces for myself, thank you very much!
Freud’s accidental interpretation in the form of a pun on the name Van Hauten (‘Wann haut’n’) equates the great coco manufacturer with the necessary smack of a mother against a child’s stubborn refusal.
Isn’t this anal secret—what is inside Manzoni’s tins, for Christ’s sake?—also the secret of the alchemy of anality? The anecdote is more prophetic than Freud could have known. Yes, the anus is the orifice of alchemy, of magic and of transformation: shit into gold, gold into shit. One might imagine that when Marx said ‘all that is solid melts into air,’ about capital, he was talking about the great toilet that is capitalism, the accumulation of commodities like feces, and the way any sense of labor—pushing—goes under repression. Every day we have to work, we have to physically push feces out, but all we think about is money. Manzoni condenses, compacts even, these vicissitudes in work, in his manufactured tins.
‘Obscene amounts of money can be made—obscene, in fact, like feces—literally by selling shit that creates more shit, un-dissolvable shit.’
Problems surrounding the pleasures of accumulation and the difficulty of loss and letting go find new vicissitudes in a 21st century throw-away culture that encourages us to spend, spend, spend in the sublime heights of conspicuous consumption and conspicuous waste that is global capitalism. Obscene amounts of money can be mad —obscene, in fact, like feces—literally by selling shit that creates more shit, un-dissolvable shit. Our polluted earth is the visible spectacle of thousands of years of human civilization in which what is kept as valuable and what is garbage, what is natural and what is manmade, are increasingly rendered indistinguishable, to the degree finally, we see human creation as creation: There is no natural order. We’ve made it all up. One’s person’s gold is another’s shit. If humankind can make one thing, humans who try to exercise so much power against mother nature and father time, what is that end product but shit. Look up at your mountains of feces. This is the tragicomedy of the everyday object life that we live out and that will outlive us.
It is our art. Or rather, as Manzoni encapsulated it, it is our world as artist’s shit.
Jamieson Webster is a psychoanalyst in private practice in New York City. She is the author of ‘The Life and Death of Psychoanalysis’ (2011) and ‘Conversion Disorder: Listening to the Body in Psychoanalysis’ (2018); she also co-wrote, with Simon Critchley, ‘Stay,’ ‘Illusion! The Hamlet Doctrine’ (2013). She teaches at the New School.