freudian theory
id, ego, superego
who believes this shit?
As a specular mirage, love is essentially deception. It is situated in the field established at the level of the pleasure reference, of that sole signifier necessary to introduce a perspective centred on the Ideal point, capital I, placed somewhere in the Other, from which the Other sees me, in the form I like to be seen.
Now, in this very convergence to which analysis is called by the element of deception that there is in the transference, something is encountered that is paradoxical—the discovery of the analyst. This discovery is understandable only at the other level, the level at which we have situated the relation of alienation.
This paradoxical, unique, specified object we call the objet a. I have no wish to rehash the whole thing again, but I will present it for you in a more syncopated way, stressing that the analysand says to his partner, to the analyst, what amounts to this—I love you, but, because inexplicably I love in you something more than you—the object petit a—I mutilate you.
This is the meaning of that breast-complex, that mammal-complex, whose relation to the oral drive Bergler saw so clearly, except that the orality in question has nothing to do with food, and that the whole stress is placed on this effect of mutilation.
I give myself to you, the patient says again, but this gift of my person—as they say—Oh, mystery! is changed inexplicably into a gift of shit—a term that is also essential to our experience.
When this swerve is achieved, at the conclusion of the interpretative elucidation, we are able to understand retroactively that vertigo, for example, of the white page, which, for a particular character, who is gifted but stuck at the limits of the psychotic, is like the centre of the symptomatic barrage which blocks off for him every access to the Other. If, quite literally, he cannot touch this white page at which his ineffable intellectual effusions come to a stop, it is because he apprehends it only as a piece of lavatory paper.
—Lacan, Seminar XI: The Four Fundamental Concepts of Psychoanalysis, p. 268-9.
This class on contemporary psychoanalytic theory should be interesting ‘cause I kinda think it’s total bullshit.
lol freud is the biggest piece of shit i’ve ever read, but he’s a genius
Good morning! Today I’m going to take a shit on my last final. Also, this morning, I realized that my ass is really round. Despite it’s fat, it’s still round. I’m a happy girl today. Last, but not least, I read something that completed my life.
“A certain degree of neurosis is of inestimable value as a drive, especially to a psychologist. ” - Freud
