{"id":9397,"date":"2012-10-02T13:20:40","date_gmt":"2012-10-02T18:20:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.terada.ca\/discourse\/?p=9397"},"modified":"2012-11-14T13:30:40","modified_gmt":"2012-11-14T18:30:40","slug":"undead","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.terada.ca\/discourse\/2012\/10\/02\/undead\/","title":{"rendered":"Beckett undead"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u017d on Beckett from lacan.com<\/a><\/p>\n

a gradual reduction of subjectivity to the minimum of a subject without subjectivity<\/p>\n

\u2013 a subject which is no longer a person, whose objective correlative is no longer a body (organism), but only a partial object (organ), a subject of DRIVE which is Freud\u2019s name for immortal persistence, \u201cgoing on.\u201d<\/p>\n

Such a subject is a living dead \u2013 still alive, going on, persisting, but dead (deprived of body) \u2013 undead.<\/p>\n

The subject we thus reach, a subject without subjectivity, is a subject which<\/p>\n

\u201ccannot maintain with any certainty that the experiences he describes are in fact his own; we have a narrating subject who cannot discern if his voice is his own; we have a subject who cannot tell if he has a body; and most crucially, we have a subject who has no sense of personal history, no memory. We have, in short, a subject whose ontology denies the viability of mourning and trauma, yet who seems to display the viability of mourning and trauma.\u201d(337)<\/p>\n

Is this subject deprived of all substantial content not the subject as such, at its most radical, the Cartesian cogito?<\/span><\/p>\n

Boulter\u2019s idea is that, for Freud, trauma presupposes a subject to whom it happens and who then tries to narrativize it, to come to terms with it, in the process of mourning.<\/p>\n

In the case of the Beckettian narrator, on the contrary,<\/p>\n

\u201cthere is no hope of establishing a link between his own present condition and the trauma that is its precondition. Instead of having a story seemingly given to him unawares \u2013 as in the case of the victim of trauma who cannot recognize his past as his own \u2013 the Beckettian narrator can only hope (without hope \/\u2026\/) for a story that will reconnect his present atemporal \/\u2026\/ condition to his past.\u201d(341)<\/p>\n

This is the division of the subject at its most radical: the subject is reduced to $ (the barred subject), even its innermost self-experience is taken from it.<\/span><\/p>\n

This is how one should understand Lacan\u2019s claim that the subject is always \u201cdecentered\u201d – his point is not that my subjective experience is regulated by objective unconscious mechanisms that are decentered with regard to my self-experience and, as such, beyond my control (a point asserted by every materialist),<\/span><\/p>\n

but, rather, something much more unsettling: I am deprived of even my most intimate subjective experience, the way things \u201creally seem to me,\u201d that of the fundamental fantasy that constitutes and guarantees the core of my being, since I can never consciously experience it and assume it.<\/span><\/p>\n

One should counter Boulter\u2019s question \u201cTo what extent do trauma and mourning require a subject?\u201d(337) with a more radical one:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Boulterto what extent does (the very emergence of) a subject require trauma and mourning?\u00a0[Judith Butler developed this point in detail, especially in her The Psychic Life of Power<\/em>.]<\/p>\n

The primordial trauma, the trauma constitutive of the subject, is the very gap that bars the subject from ITS OWN \u201cinner life.\u201d<\/p>\n

Scenes From a Happy Life<\/em>. This inner and constitutive link between trauma and subject is the topic of what is undoubtedly Beckett\u2019s late masterpiece: Not I<\/em>, a twenty-minute dramatic monologue written in 1972, an exercise in theatric minimalism: there are no \u201cpersons\u201d here, intersubjectivity is reduced to its most elementary skeleton, that of the speaker (who is not a person, but a partial object, a faceless MOUTH speaking) and AUDITOR, a witness of the monologue who says nothing throughout the play (all the Auditor does is that, in \u201ca gesture of helpless compassion\u201d(Beckett), he four times repeats the gesture of simple sideways raising of arms from sides and their falling back.<\/p>\n

(When asked if the Auditor is Death or a guardian angel, Beckett shrugged his shoulders, lifted his arms and let them fall to his sides, leaving the ambiguity intact \u2013 repeating the very gesture of the Auditor.)<\/p>\n

Beckett himself pointed to the similarities between Not I<\/em> and The Unnamable<\/em> with its clamoring voice longing for silence, circular narrative and concern about avoiding the first person pronoun: \u201cI shall not say I again, ever again\u201d. Along these lines, one could agree with Vivian Mercier\u2019s suggestion that, gender aside, Not I<\/em> is a kind of dramatization of The Unnamable<\/em> – one should only add that, in Not I<\/em>, we get the talking partial coupled\/supplemented with a minimal figure of the big Other. \u2013 Here, then, is the text of this piece in its entirety:<\/p>\n

Stage in darkness but for MOUTH, upstage audience right, faintly lit from close-up and below, rest of face in shadow. Invisible microphone. AUDITOR, downstage audience left, tall standing figure, sex undeterminable, enveloped from head to foot in loose black djellaba, with hood, fully faintly lit, standing on invisible podium about 4 feet high shown by attitude alone to be facing diagonally across stage intent on MOUTH, dead still throughout but for four brief movements where indicated. As house lights down MOUTH`S voice unintelligible behind curtain. House lights out. Voice continues unintelligible behind curtain, l0 seconds. With rise of curtain ad-libbing from text as required leading when curtain fully up and attention sufficient into:<\/em><\/p>\n

MOUTH: \u2026 out \u2026 into this world \u2026 this world \u2026 tiny little thing \u2026 before its time \u2026 in a godfor\u2013 \u2026 what? \u2026 girl? \u2026 yes \u2026 tiny little girl \u2026 into this \u2026 out into this \u2026 before her time \u2026 godforsaken hole called \u2026 called \u2026 no matter \u2026 parents unknown \u2026 unheard of \u2026 he having vanished \u2026 thin air \u2026 no sooner buttoned up his breeches \u2026 she similarly \u2026 eight months later \u2026 almost to the tick \u2026 so no love \u2026 spared that \u2026 no love such as normally vented on the \u2026 speechless infant \u2026 in the home \u2026 no \u2026 nor indeed for that matter any of any kind \u2026 no love of any kind \u2026 at any subsequent stage \u2026 so typical affair \u2026 nothing of any note till coming up to sixty when\u2013 \u2026 what? \u2026 seventy? \u2026 good God! \u2026 coming up to seventy \u2026 wandering in a field \u2026 looking aimlessly for cowslips \u2026 to make a ball \u2026 a few steps then stop \u2026 stare into space \u2026 then on \u2026 a few more \u2026 stop and stare again \u2026 so on \u2026 drifting around \u2026 when suddenly \u2026 gradually \u2026 all went out \u2026 all that early April morning light \u2026 and she found herself in the\u2013\u2013 \u2026 what? \u2026 who? \u2026 no! \u2026 she! \u2026 (Pause and movement 1<\/em>) \u2026 found herself in the dark \u2026 and if not exactly \u2026 insentient \u2026 insentient \u2026 for she could still hear the buzzing \u2026 so-called \u2026 in the ears \u2026 and a ray of light came and went \u2026 came and went \u2026 such as the moon might cast \u2026 drifting \u2026 in and out of cloud \u2026 but so dulled \u2026 feeling \u2026 feeling so dulled \u2026 she did not know \u2026 what position she was in \u2026 imagine! \u2026 what position she was in! \u2026 whether standing \u2026 or sitting \u2026 but the brain\u2013 \u2026 what? \u2026 kneeling? \u2026 yes \u2026 whether standing \u2026 or sitting \u2026 or kneeling \u2026 but the brain\u2013 \u2026 what? \u2026 lying? \u2026 yes \u2026 whether standing \u2026 or sitting \u2026 or kneeling \u2026 or lying \u2026 but the brain still \u2026 still \u2026 in a way \u2026 for her first thought was \u2026 oh long after \u2026 sudden flash \u2026 brought up as she had been to believe \u2026 with the other waifs \u2026 in a merciful \u2026 (Brief laugh<\/em>) \u2026 God \u2026 (Good laugh<\/em>) \u2026 first thought was \u2026 oh long after \u2026 sudden flash \u2026 she was being punished \u2026 for her sins \u2026 a number of which then \u2026 further proof if proof were needed \u2026 flashed through her mind \u2026 one after another \u2026 then dismissed as foolish \u2026 oh long after \u2026 this thought dismissed \u2026 as she suddenly realized \u2026 gradually realized \u2026 she was not suffering \u2026 imagine! \u2026 not suffering! \u2026 indeed could not remember \u2026 off-hand \u2026 when she had suffered less \u2026 unless of course she was \u2026 meant to be suffering \u2026 ha! \u2026 thought to be suffering \u2026 just as the odd time \u2026 in her life \u2026 when clearly intended to be having pleasure \u2026 she was in fact \u2026 having none \u2026 not the slightest \u2026 in which case of course \u2026 that notion of punishment \u2026 for some sin or other \u2026 or for the lot \u2026 or no particular reason \u2026 for its own sake \u2026 thing she understood perfectly \u2026 that notion of punishment \u2026 which had first occurred to her \u2026 brought up as she had been to believe \u2026 with the other waifs \u2026 in a merciful \u2026 (Brief laugh<\/em>) \u2026 God \u2026 (Good laugh<\/em>) \u2026 first occurred to her \u2026 then dismissed \u2026 as foolish \u2026 was perhaps not so foolish \u2026 after all \u2026 so on \u2026 all that \u2026 vain reasonings \u2026 till another thought \u2026 oh long after \u2026 sudden flash \u2026 very foolish really but\u2013 \u2026 what? \u2026 the buzzing? \u2026 yes \u2026 all the time buzzing \u2026 so-called \u2026 in the ears \u2026 though of course actually \u2026 not in the ears at all \u2026 in the skull \u2026 dull roar in the skull \u2026 and all the time this ray or beam \u2026 like moonbeam \u2026 but probably not \u2026 certainly not \u2026 always the same spot \u2026 now bright \u2026 now shrouded \u2026 but always the same spot \u2026 as no moon could \u2026 no \u2026 no moon \u2026 just all part of the same wish to \u2026 torment \u2026 though actually in point of fact \u2026 not in the least \u2026 not a twinge \u2026 so far \u2026 ha! \u2026 so far \u2026 this other thought then \u2026 oh long after \u2026 sudden flash \u2026 very foolish really but so like her \u2026 in a way \u2026 that she might do well to \u2026 groan \u2026 on and off \u2026 writhe she could not \u2026 as if in actual agony \u2026 but could not \u2026 could not bring herself \u2026 some flaw in her make-up \u2026 incapable of deceit \u2026 or the machine \u2026 more likely the machine \u2026 so disconnected \u2026 never got the message \u2026 or powerless to respond \u2026 like numbed \u2026 couldn\u2019t make the sound \u2026 not any sound \u2026 no sound of any kind \u2026 no screaming for help for example \u2026 should she feel so inclined \u2026 scream \u2026 (Screams<\/em>) \u2026 then listen \u2026 (Silence<\/em>) \u2026 scream again \u2026 (Screams again<\/em>) \u2026 then listen again \u2026 (Silence<\/em>) \u2026 no \u2026 spared that \u2026 all silent as the grave \u2026 no part\u2013 \u2026 what? \u2026 the buzzing? \u2026 yes \u2026 all silent but for the buzzing \u2026 so-called \u2026 no part of her moving \u2026 that she could feel \u2026 just the eyelids \u2026 presumably \u2026 on and off \u2026 shut out the light \u2026 reflex they call it \u2026 no feeling of any kind \u2026 but the lids \u2026 even best of times \u2026 who feels them? \u2026 opening \u2026 shutting \u2026 all that moisture \u2026 but the brain still \u2026 still sufficiently \u2026 oh very much so! \u2026 at this stage \u2026 in control \u2026 under control \u2026 to question even this \u2026 for on that April morning \u2026 so it reasoned \u2026 that April morning \u2026 she fixing with her eye \u2026 a distant bell \u2026 as she hastened towards it \u2026 fixing it with her eye \u2026 lest it elude her \u2026 had not all gone out \u2026 all that light \u2026 of itself \u2026 without any \u2026 any \u2026 on her part \u2026 so on \u2026 so on it reasoned \u2026 vain questionings \u2026 and all dead still \u2026 sweet silent as the grave \u2026 when suddenly \u2026 gradually \u2026 she realizes\u2013 \u2026 what? \u2026 the buzzing? \u2026 yes \u2026 all dead still but for the buzzing \u2026 when suddenly she realized \u2026 words were\u2013 \u2026 what? \u2026 who? \u2026 no! \u2026 she! \u2026 (Pause and movement 2<\/em>) \u2026 realized \u2026 words were coming \u2026 imagine! \u2026 words were coming \u2026 a voice she did not recognize at first so long since it had sounded \u2026 then finally had to admit \u2026 could be none other \u2026 than her own \u2026 certain vowel sounds \u2026 she had never heard \u2026 elsewhere \u2026 so that people would stare \u2026 the rare occasions \u2026 once or twice a year \u2026 always winter some strange reason \u2026 stare at her uncomprehending \u2026 and now this stream \u2026 steady stream \u2026 she who had never \u2026 on the contrary \u2026 practically speechless \u2026 all her days \u2026 how she survived! \u2026 even shopping \u2026 out shopping \u2026 busy shopping centre \u2026 supermart \u2026 just hand in the list \u2026 with the bag \u2026 old black shopping bag \u2026 then stand there waiting \u2026 any length of time \u2026 middle of the throng \u2026 motionless \u2026 staring into space \u2026 mouth half open as usual \u2026 till it was back in her hand \u2026 the bag back in her hand \u2026 then pay and go \u2026 not as much as good-bye \u2026 how she survived! \u2026 and now this stream \u2026 not catching the half of it \u2026 not the quarter \u2026 no idea \u2026 what she was saying \u2026 imagine! \u2026 no idea what she was saying! \u2026 till she began trying to \u2026 delude herself \u2026 it was not hers at all \u2026 not her voice at all \u2026 and no doubt would have \u2026 vital she should \u2026 was on the point \u2026 after long efforts \u2026 when suddenly she felt \u2026 gradually she felt \u2026 her lips moving \u2026 imagine! \u2026 her lips moving! \u2026 as of course till then she had not \u2026 and not alone the lips \u2026 the cheeks \u2026 the jaws \u2026 the whole face \u2026 all those\u2013 \u2026 what? \u2026 the tongue? \u2026 yes \u2026 the tongue in the mouth \u2026 all those contortions without which \u2026 no speech possible \u2026 and yet in the ordinary way \u2026 not felt at all \u2026 so intent one is \u2026 on what one is saying \u2026 the whole being \u2026 hanging on its words \u2026 so that not only she had \u2026 had she \u2026 not only had she \u2026 to give up \u2026 admit hers alone \u2026 her voice alone \u2026 but this other awful thought \u2026 oh long after \u2026 sudden flash \u2026 even more awful if possible \u2026 that feeling was coming back \u2026 imagine! \u2026 feeling coming back! \u2026 starting at the top \u2026 then working down \u2026 the whole machine \u2026 but no \u2026 spared that \u2026 the mouth alone \u2026 so far \u2026 ha! \u2026 so far \u2026 then thinking \u2026 oh long after \u2026 sudden flash \u2026 it can\u2019t go on \u2026 all this \u2026 all that \u2026 steady stream \u2026 straining to hear \u2026 make some-thing of it \u2026 and her own thoughts \u2026 make something of them \u2026 all\u2013 \u2026 what? \u2026 the buzzing? \u2026 yes \u2026 all the time the buzzing \u2026 so-called \u2026 all that together \u2026 imagine! \u2026 whole body like gone \u2026 just the mouth \u2026 lips \u2026 cheeks \u2026 jaws \u2026 never\u2013 \u2026 what? \u2026 tongue? \u2026 yes \u2026 lips \u2026 cheeks \u2026 jaws \u2026 tongue \u2026 never still a second \u2026 mouth on fire \u2026 stream of words \u2026 in her ear \u2026 practically in her ear \u2026 not catching the half \u2026 not the quarter \u2026 no idea what she\u2019s saying \u2026 imagine! \u2026 no idea what she\u2019s saying! \u2026 and can\u2019t stop \u2026 no stopping it \u2026 she who but a moment before \u2026 but a moment! \u2026 could not make a sound \u2026 no sound of any kind \u2026 now can\u2019t stop \u2026 imagine! \u2026 can\u2019t stop the stream \u2026 and the whole brain begging \u2026 something begging in the brain \u2026 begging the mouth to stop \u2026 pause a moment \u2026 if only for a moment \u2026 and no response \u2026 as if it hadn\u2019t heard \u2026 or couldn\u2019t \u2026 couldn\u2019t pause a second \u2026 like maddened \u2026 all that together \u2026 straining to hear \u2026 piece it together \u2026 and the brain \u2026 raving away on its own \u2026 trying to make sense of it \u2026 or make it stop \u2026 or in the past \u2026 dragging up the past \u2026 flashes from all over \u2026 walks mostly \u2026 walking all her days \u2026 day after day \u2026 a few steps then stop \u2026 stare into space \u2026 then on \u2026 a few more \u2026 stop and stare again \u2026 so on \u2026 drifting around \u2026 day after day \u2026 or that time she cried \u2026 the one time she could remember \u2026 since she was a baby \u2026 must have cried as a baby \u2026 perhaps not \u2026 not essential to life \u2026 just the birth cry to get her going \u2026 breathing \u2026 then no more till this \u2026 old hag already \u2026 sitting staring at her hand \u2026 where was it? \u2026 Croker\u2019s Acres \u2026 one evening on the way home \u2026 home! \u2026 a little mound in Croker\u2019s Acres \u2026 dusk \u2026 sitting staring at her hand \u2026 there in her lap \u2026 palm upward \u2026 suddenly saw it wet \u2026 the palm \u2026 tears presumably \u2026 hers presumably \u2026 no one else for miles \u2026 no sound \u2026 just the tears \u2026 sat and watched them dry \u2026 all over in a second \u2026 or grabbing at straw \u2026 the brain \u2026 flickering away on its own \u2026 quick grab and on \u2026 nothing there \u2026 on to the next \u2026 bad as the voice \u2026 worse \u2026 as little sense \u2026 all that together \u2026 can\u2019t\u2013 \u2026 what? \u2026 the buzzing? \u2026 yes \u2026 all the time the buzzing \u2026 dull roar like falls \u2026 and the beam \u2026 flickering on and off \u2026 starting to move around \u2026 like moonbeam but not \u2026 all part of the same \u2026 keep an eye on that too \u2026 corner of the eye \u2026 all that together \u2026 can\u2019t go on \u2026 God is love \u2026 she\u2019ll be purged \u2026 back in the field \u2026 morning sun \u2026 April \u2026 sink face down in the grass \u2026 nothing but the larks \u2026 so on \u2026 grabbing at the straw \u2026 straining to hear \u2026 the odd word \u2026 make some sense of it \u2026 whole body like gone \u2026 just the mouth \u2026 like maddened \u2026 and can\u2019t stop \u2026 no stopping it \u2026 something she\u2013 \u2026 something she had to\u2013 \u2026 what? \u2026 who? \u2026 no! \u2026 she! \u2026 (Pause and movement 3<\/em>) \u2026 something she had to\u2013 \u2026 what? \u2026 the buzzing? \u2026 yes \u2026 all the time the buzzing \u2026 dull roar \u2026 in the skull \u2026 and the beam \u2026 ferreting around \u2026 painless \u2026 so far \u2026 ha! \u2026 so far \u2026 then thinking \u2026 oh long after \u2026 sudden flash \u2026 perhaps something she had to \u2026 had to \u2026 tell \u2026 could that be it? \u2026 something she had to \u2026 tell \u2026 tiny little thing \u2026 before its time \u2026 godforsaken hole \u2026 no love \u2026 spared that \u2026 speechless all her days \u2026 practically speechless \u2026 how she survived! \u2026 that time in court \u2026 what had she to say for herself \u2026 guilty or not guilty \u2026 stand up woman \u2026 speak up woman \u2026 stood there staring into space \u2026 mouth half open as usual \u2026 waiting to be led away \u2026 glad of the hand on her arm \u2026 now this \u2026 some-thing she had to tell \u2026 could that be it? \u2026 something that would tell \u2026 how it was \u2026 how she\u2013 \u2026 what? \u2026 had been? \u2026 yes \u2026 something that would tell how it had been \u2026 how she had lived \u2026 lived on and on \u2026 guilty or not \u2026 on and on \u2026 to be sixty \u2026 something she\u2013 \u2026 what? \u2026 seventy? \u2026 good God! \u2026 on and on to be seventy \u2026 something she didn\u2019t know herself \u2026 wouldn\u2019t know if she heard \u2026 then forgiven \u2026 God is love \u2026 tender mercies \u2026 new every morning \u2026 back in the field \u2026 April morning \u2026 face in the grass \u2026 nothing but the larks \u2026 pick it up there \u2026 get on with it from there \u2026 another few\u2013 \u2026 what? \u2026 not that? \u2026 nothing to do with that? \u2026 nothing she could tell? \u2026 all right \u2026 nothing she could tell \u2026 try something else \u2026 think of something else \u2026 oh long after \u2026 sudden flash \u2026 not that either \u2026 all right \u2026 something else again \u2026 so on \u2026 hit on it in the end \u2026 think everything keep on long enough \u2026 then forgiven \u2026 back in the\u2013 \u2026 what? \u2026 not that either? \u2026 nothing to do with that either? \u2026 nothing she could think? \u2026 all right \u2026 nothing she could tell \u2026 nothing she could think \u2026 nothing she\u2013 \u2026 what? \u2026 who? \u2026 no! \u2026 she! \u2026 (Pause and movement 4<\/em>) \u2026 tiny little thing \u2026 out before its time \u2026 godforsaken hole \u2026 no love \u2026 spared that \u2026 speechless all her days \u2026 practically speechless \u2026 even to herself \u2026 never out loud \u2026 but not completely \u2026 sometimes sudden urge \u2026 once or twice a year \u2026 always winter some strange reason \u2026 the long evenings \u2026 hours of darkness \u2026 sudden urge to \u2026 tell \u2026 then rush out stop the first she saw \u2026 nearest lavatory \u2026 start pouring it out \u2026 steady stream \u2026 mad stuff \u2026 half the vowels wrong \u2026 no one could follow \u2026 till she saw the stare she was getting \u2026 then die of shame \u2026 crawl back in \u2026 once or twice a year \u2026 always winter some strange reason \u2026 long hours of darkness \u2026 now this \u2026 this \u2026 quicker and quicker \u2026 the words \u2026 the brain \u2026 flickering away like mad \u2026 quick grab and on \u2026 nothing there \u2026 on somewhere else \u2026 try somewhere else \u2026 all the time something begging \u2026 something in her begging \u2026 begging it all to stop \u2026 unanswered \u2026 prayer unanswered \u2026 or unheard \u2026 too faint \u2026 so on \u2026 keep on \u2026 trying \u2026 not knowing what \u2026 what she was trying \u2026 what to try \u2026 whole body like gone \u2026 just the mouth \u2026 like maddened \u2026 so on \u2026 keep\u2013 \u2026 what? \u2026 the buzzing? \u2026 yes \u2026 all the time the buzzing \u2026 dull roar like falls \u2026 in the skull \u2026 and the beam \u2026 poking around \u2026 painless \u2026 so far \u2026 ha! \u2026 so far \u2026 all that \u2026 keep on \u2026 not knowing what \u2026 what she was\u2013 \u2026 what? \u2026 who? \u2026 no! \u2026 she! \u2026 SHE! \u2026 (Pause<\/em>) \u2026 what she was trying \u2026 what to try \u2026 no matter \u2026 keep on \u2026 (Curtain starts down<\/em>) \u2026 hit on it in the end \u2026 then back \u2026 God is love \u2026 tender mercies \u2026 new every morning \u2026 back in the field \u2026 April morning \u2026 face in the grass \u2026 nothing but the larks \u2026 pick it up\u2013<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u017d on Beckett from lacan.com a gradual reduction of subjectivity to the minimum of a subject without subjectivity \u2013 a subject which is no longer a person, whose objective correlative is no longer a body (organism), but only a partial object (organ), a subject of DRIVE which is Freud\u2019s name for immortal persistence, \u201cgoing on.\u201d … Continue reading “Beckett undead”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[76,15,20],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9397","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-sub-destitute","category-subjectivity","category-zizek"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.terada.ca\/discourse\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9397","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.terada.ca\/discourse\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.terada.ca\/discourse\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.terada.ca\/discourse\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.terada.ca\/discourse\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9397"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.terada.ca\/discourse\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9397\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9400,"href":"https:\/\/www.terada.ca\/discourse\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9397\/revisions\/9400"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.terada.ca\/discourse\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9397"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.terada.ca\/discourse\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9397"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.terada.ca\/discourse\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9397"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}