Nowadays, psychoanalysis has acquainted the vanilla fragrance of disturbing experimental elements, mathematics and other funky beats. Creepy details unveiled for internet community create extra tasks to keep the lyrical fight on and stay chill, sharp enough to cut the head off from the therapeutic indulgence wrapped in lame Jungian niceties pour idiots.
Years of scientific rebellion and quick access to the future is not a big science at all. The practice is now, which is knowledge, the only way to fly.
00:34 And techno has somehow a different message. More for the future. To prepare us for the future.
00:46 We dont send a lot of pattern, or something! We dont do big promotion. No advertise.
00:52 It runs on mouth-propaganda.. Very undergroundly.
The best promo of psychoanalytic practice is comparable to the old-school Rave parties – it is all up to you whether go headbanging this way or not.
Prior to the commercialization of the rave scene, when large legal venues became the norm for these events, the location of the rave was kept secret until the night of the event, usually being communicated through answering machine messages, mobile messaging, secret flyers, and websites.
The website is able to function as an online mind-blowing business card. A rambling guest visit may present some bonus tracks on psychoanalytic knowledge given away then finally a bit of a chance to think it all over and a slight jump-start the existential rave for the soul.
The symbol of Ankh inherited from Ancient Egypt used and abused at any sphere in post-modernity. And that’s not breaking news if it doesn’t seem unusual at first sight to encounter dark horses of pop-music in Nefertiti outfit. But first, Ankh tempted the Egyptologist researchers to scrutinise the origins and possible applications quite thoroughly. Well, the Internet helps it happen to be more entertaining than gruelling excavation below the Middle East sun. Here is the fat of Amazon search rendering full assistance.
What are we supposed to do
C’est une pratique de bavardage. Aucun bavardage n’est sans risques.
Oui, we may safely conclude that Ankh resides as an engaging logo performing plug and play device for the psychoanalytic knowledge defined in best famous quotes by Indiana Jones of Psychoanalysis – Jacques Lacan.
Most psychoanalysts explain poetry by means of psychoanalysis; for many years Lacan explained psychoanalysis by means of poetry. ‘The symptom is a metaphor.’ ‘Desire is a metonymy.’
Ok, it’s time to look up the scholarly definitions of me-taphor and me-tonymy on dictionary.com.
noun: metaphor; plural noun: metaphors
a figure of speech in which a word or phrase is applied to an object or action to which it is not literally applicable.
When we speak of gene maps and gene mapping, we use a cartographic metaphor
a thing regarded as representative or symbolic of something else.
The amounts of money being lost by the company were enough to make it a metaphor for an industry that was teetering
Late 15th century: from French métaphore, via Latin from Greek metaphora, from metapherein ‘to transfer’.
noun: metonymy; plural noun: metonymies
the substitution of the name of an attribute or adjunct for that of the thing meant, for example suit for business executive, or the turf for horse racing.
Mid 16th century: via Latin from Greek metōnumia, literally ‘change of name’.
Now that the love is gone
Beginning a narrative from pinpointing symbol as mentioned earlier and other its implicit embellished representations in Ancient Egyptian’s artifacts just to carry out durable materials for the sharp perception of the topological and mathematical concepts in a Lacanian approach. Furthermore, to clarify the reason why psychoanalysis as a talky practice has landed somehow in Western Europe, so far away from lonesome deserts and sandstorms.
Comparable to laser tag, a breathtaking game (should be noted it is played indoors or outdoors) the psychoanalytic method operates through metaphor as the scheduled offset point in a particular symptom to shoot correctly in sequences of metonymies continually. Assuredly, it takes some time, but firmly enough psychoanalyst “lodges” pausing till these two poetic tropes tightly merged in a link. These hard chores repeated until the object petit a exposed through the practice of chit-chat (“Une pratique de Bavardage”).
So, when palaver cut and got straight to the aim number one, yeah, the speaking – last but not least, another symptom love is gone, the pain of a-ni-male being talked away, bye-bye, windup.
What does the fox say?
The psychoanalyst is a rhetor (rhêteur): to continue equivocating I would say that he ‘rhetifies’ (rhêtifie), which implies that he rectifies. The analyst is a rhetor, namely, that ‘rectus’, a Latinword, equivocates with ‘rhêtification’.
Back on track, Ankh may be operated as a basic element for constructing another symbol equally vital for the world’s perception in Ancient Egypt – the Eye of Ra (or Horus).
To discern the system of symbols in Ancient Egyptian past, any portion of wild imagination may help.
Actually, at a closer look, in a direct sense, it is a smart shadow play implied to construct the Eye of Ra’a leaning on the walls. Some particular angle needed depending on the time of day or night also the place of observer matters.
What if some play with black magic practised right now?
Put down to the cauldron the essential parts.
Snake + Disk(s) + Ankh = ?
Limestone walls of former glory had clearly captured this flat beat twice: a smaller ball goes to the noose of Ankh, the bigger one to the bird’s body, well-shaped. The visible result is the same – an obtained image of the eye(s) where advanced representations turn later into the Eye of Horus or Eye of Ra’a ahead.
From Lacanian discourse, these balls redirect to the regal fundamentals of pop-psychoanalysis: Big Other (accordingly the Big ball placed in the body) and Little Other in the tiny hole.
Alright, the big fat question brought on the introduced logical chains of analysis evaluated in this long-read post of unrelenting steel of my b-itchy blade: “Why?”.
The psychoanalysis is in the deep shit.
The crisis of social, economic, political thoughts comes along with the rapid global changes ensued in unwanted complications. Just a brief dive into Search in Google Books for bureaucratic complacency stats.
It transpires that no one gives a flying bug on the psychoanalytic basics referred to ‘metonymy’ or ‘metaphor’ turning page by page in a comfortable position.
One tries to say the truth. One tries to say the truth, but that is not easy because there are great obstacles to saying the truth, even if only because one makes mistakes in the choice of words.
Saying the ‘truth’ … is impossible, ditto. A well-known fact that the truth is out there if one’s looking for the signals and proofs. The truth is written on the walls. Moreover, the knowledge(s) scribed, printed, rewritten everywhere…
The fundamental law of every psychoanalytic 101 lectures: the figure of Sigmund Freud equals a Real Father of Psychoanalysis; he suffered extreme pain of being enough to be assisted to leave cruel world . His relatives witnessed the cultural aftershock and similarly got into troubles.
A risky one prime psychoanalyst could have died from an overdose triggered by the previously unheard-of white substance he originally dedicated his pioneer works written on and on cocaine indisputably.
The drug, though isolated from coca leaves in the year 1859-1860, was hardly known. Those scientists that were acquainted with it generally considered it worthless and at the same time dangerous. Rumors of its benefits were believed to be based on superstitions of wretched Peruvian Indians, accepted by gullible travelers.
Freud praised his experience in a little magazine but then realised his mates die and go insane, mentally deteriorated atmosphere tentacles his genuine intentions to help. Complete fuckup. What a catastrophe for the amateurish explorer to see the opposite results of academic misfortune although he sweetened his eccentric actions in 6 kids. That’s a number to stop the blow ultimately and realise the financial slump is going to collapse conjugal life. More money to support the family needed and the right name of his medical and scientific ground not to be besmirched. But worst is yet to come.
Cocaine makes the trash talk last forever, lustful and depraved sensations combined with the dull situations, and finally, dirty fantasies, the excruciating pain of gazing abrupt visions then ejected bizarre myths about Oedipal complex remastered.
The refuse to concede the defeat plus survival horror pushed a zealous decision to formulate existential eye-patches as the initial plan for efficient succour: Freud raised a pen like a phoenix. The next discovery he treated carefully as a great gentleman, truly matured Victorian age person from Austria. He declaimed once again his invention as the new approach to cure many hopeless patients through private conversations where emotional prompting are allowed and not resolved as something shameful to share. More importantly, no pills prescribed.
There is no significant fun without music videos in HD quality at good load speed and, that’s a quintessential part of this – some captivating critical reviews below to give a lazy smile or erupt a burst of laughter hitting a subscribe&share button. Here goes the winsome YouTube service where the comment section sometimes is more entertaining than the original content. A long-awaited function lately introduced allowing YouTube-rs to leave a reply to comment, so the grand maze of opinions complement each other, scrolling the page sometimes as infinitely as a requested video in 10-hour version on auto-play. YouTube style of having your say is like a downgraded Reddit for amateurs.
If you’re having girl problems I feel bad for you son
As expected, the comment section is full of recreational meme users who would presumably turn a problem instantly to a witticism on any subject matter — Internet-Warriors of anti-censorship have come for action.
So what about
Memes constitute a vital part of daily communication to survive in digitalized routine and will likely to progressively spread the latest trends on the Merriam-Webster dictionary.
But top-rated and cringey word references best inhabited on Urban-Dictionary, the dark side of professional demeanour at fast searching to get the profound meaning at a glance.
Meme-raised generations show up as the confused poets of nowadays.
Shifted to the office-settled jobs, today the working class use the web platforms as weapons of time-destruction, send-a-friend post to win over the depressive thoughts, they graciously struggle with anxiety in umpteen guilty pleasures watching the blue screens. Behind the positive attitude in everyday meme and viral videos, like-button clicker subjects exemplified in the topological structure also in a “poem with bass”, “best internal conflict song”.
A hero of Frenchcore, Jacques Lacan, was engrossed in the studies of ‘sanctity’ which paved the way to narratives on enjoyment at Catholic worship services, well, in simple terms, Western Culture in general.
But for the HADEWIJCH in question, for Saint Therese, finally let’s say the word … and then besides you have to go to look in some church in Rome the statue of BERNIN – to understand right away … well what:
Additionally, these obsessive, best cold served customs have diminished to slogans ‘Enjoy’, ‘Real’ then later remastered the uncomplicated version as it should be more apparent for devoted Coca Cola consumers to ‘Make it Real’ entirely have afflicted the global village.
Just wow, it is fantastic to observe an incredibly prevalent tendency to discuss films (mostly art-house, aha), and occasionally some bestselling novels – all the excellent products of modernity among the experts, philosophers, wanna-be intellectuals performing with successful tools utilized nearly like a professional orison to empower the Lacanian Trinity: Real, Symbolic, Imaginary.
All saints, shine
A saint person genuinely believes they can solely speak for any God blessed topics and change the world for the better; the deeds are for the public good. In effect, an individual, a subject of the speech, chiefly articulated. Gradually here goes the cumulative loss of body control, depression, transgressions to corrupted condition… Faithless we, conclude that these subject-ruining upshots come as one unmanageable logic applied to the physical world which prompts the challenging task to be consistently enthusiastic and stay active on the move all day as freshly canonised Mother Theresa did in third countries. Besides, each non-profit charity organisations stumble upon the local outrage mixed with ignorance towards its legitimate members.
In the perestroika period, back in USSR, Tetris plays you, so, for illustration, let’s pick up an active protestant way to express the sublime logic of ‘self’ seen in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, the Great Maker vocalises you to utter some sayings in the name of Saviour. Once again, addressed for dummies stuck in history lessons, it is easier to explain the psychoanalytic foundation in the fashion of dunking some ancient Egyptian myths into strong-brewed Lacanian apparatus: Creator Ra’a articulates you which is impossible to deal in real life.
Holy Martyrs of Love, therefore they are exclusively called Martyrs in this spiritual sense, appear to be extremely radical Masters of the Faith. They did hard duties – showing that the Creator is real (some particular actions not for the faint of heart). Yes, Martyrs suffered for us, so we do not need, honestly, to follow blindly those uncommonly long hard roads to witness real names and feats, encountered in theological manuscripts written by Saints and Doctors of the Church. They practised risky elements of Love, then some reflections of it further stayed on the icons, coverings of temples’ walls.
Faces of various emotional specter displayed in the late period of Christianity, realistically sculptured angels, stained glass, vivid frescoes, gleaming altars – there are no limits for enjoyment. Symptoms, immense cosmos of flags on the suffering flesh curled into a knot of pain. And at the present time, they are celebs, Sufferers of Screen-land. American Hollywood is an asylum for innovative personages.
Walking on the great minds is dangerous, the books may seduce, corrupt the lives and even great nations too.
Not a post-structural shock that the text is everywhere now, and that’s why psychoanalytic knowledge may profit from University discourse. For a start, the Matrix movie is a brilliant piece of art to lacanyze the splendid script of Chemical Sisters.
I won’t lie to you, Neo. Every single man or woman who has stood their ground, everyone who has fought an agent has died.But where they have failed, you will succeed.
In the psychoanalytic construction scene, surely, you will, moreover are obliged to fucking succeed otherwise you are stupid therapist normie, but most martyrs of post-modernity will stay entangled with symptoms although very productive if carefully dressed, treated a little bit gently then.
He thought he was going insane, so he turned to undergo analysis with none other than his good friend, Jacques Lacan. Sartre said the two of them together concluded that the crabs were symbolic of his fear of loneliness.
There are symptoms not to be overexposed, many analysands are saints nowadays. Okay, fine, some pain still remains for the martyr of art. Don’t touch the existential wound too much as Lacan did with the drugged subject.
The walls of Ancient Egypt are knowledge imprinted in the enigmatic solvent spilt by chance for the next solar flares to occur.
The mysterious nebula of deities worshipped by adepts in cheating death neatly dropped some keys intervening the distinct hieroglyphs. Shall text be read along the sidelines – reverse engineering supports generating the keygens springing at Rosetta Stone period. The heads of animals, the manlike entities, weird combinations full of symbolism and exotic appealing forms assembled as an acknowledgement of all-encompassing design discovered amid the delicate nature of the Nile.
A little reminder carried through the synth-pop era as well.
Indeed, death is everywhere while no dread observed in carefully painted contours affixed to venturesome figures planning to move onward.
Who is a big boss down here had taught the flashed feathery predator to be nasty?
Likewise a falcon shows no mercy for the weak, a flying brute killimanjaro transmutes the catch into a bitty decapitated carcass within a few seconds.
Consequently, the Majestic God Ra’a takes the given life back harshly. To Him, it is the outstanding Super Powers located up somewhere at 12 o’clock and not applicable to the speaking earthlings regarded primarily to human beings. The nearly glaring line tightly sealed between the head and body amongst the envisioned shapes had already captured all the mythological lores ever told through the Sun-deity rendered corresponding to the fractal logic as the falcon-headed awesome personality embodied to a masculine entity.
Just a plane image of Ra’a directs to the inevitable conversance of Love. Unstoppable Creator sprays gods, cosmic bodies, beings and etc. Well, clearly, because he is capable of creating anything swiftly and also flawlessly wherever floats his boat without a ripple on peaceful waters of sky blue. Accordingly, He wants to be Loved because He is Great. No fuckups, the harmony in His actions, well-balanced flight over his deeds where Master observing the domains proudly.
Thus Heliopolis based cult was beyond the ordinary ‘pagan’ sense of the universal creation. Writings on the Pyramide’s walls had caged the impossible – an idea of ‘self’.
A Sphinx was a warning not to be like Selfish Jean.
Talks on the futuristic topics are addictive activities. You’ve got to move on and may never look behind the explosions. Everybody in the place be cool from the desk till dawn.
The World Association of Psychoanalysis (WAP) was launched at the initiative of Jacques-Alain Miller in Buenos Aires on 3 January 1992. It was declared in Paris, four days later, on 7 January. Its statutes are modelled on Jacques Lacan‘s “Founding Act” and adopt the principles outlined in his “Proposition” on the Pass.
Oh, the Spanish language is melodic, still chills on this classic trance song.
No doubt, Jacques Lacan had an unshakable interest in Oedipal stuff. Sincere attachments he must have had at the life-long analytical commitment. His old-school approach implies to go back and track down the bloody roots of that massive cause in his unblemished raving attempts.
The sweet seminar №17 denotes a beautiful throw for the future addressed mostly to his good fellas in the field. The touching passage has an aim to level up the jilted psychoanalysts for a vital next step in the knowledge if one can’t stop his rave on the moving forward and won’t stop.
The Seminar XVII, The Other Side of Psychoanalysis is to be transmitted anyway now thanks to enjoyable online tools.
Anyway, it didn’t happen.
Then the Oedipus question is intact.
So I’m going to make some opening remarks, because you see I…
we really have to hammer this thing out, because
this is not a story that can be retracted.
L’ envers de la psychanalyse 1969 – 1970 (via Google Translate)
Alright, it is the Hammer time to touch this Oedipal topic.