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I think the kids’ screaming at around 14 minutes perfectly captures the analyst’s resistance to the-object-supposed-to-go!!! The horror of AMA, APA and IPA doctors and Nurse Ratchets of the world inflicting and inscribing their cookoo’s nests on us, where we “live”, in torn pieces and bleachy-plasticy-saturated veins, reflecting off the walls of the hallway in the children’s screams. Juxtaposed on your teaching of a teacher’s teaching, in conjunction with an audience whose “learning” includes the screams, it’s a fuc*ing work of art! ❤
@@lecturesonlacanthose screams are precious. They are precious because, insofar as they are the product of the children’s encounters of each other’s bodies, they are, those screams, the discourse of the Real. Those muted screams are all of our screams. I remember them as if I was screaming yesterday. Jouissance at its purest, the soundtrack of this presentation!
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Very glad you found this helpful! Our new series on L’Étourdit will begin where this lecture ends: on the “en corps” of analytic experience. Hope to see you there!
I think the kids’ screaming at around 14 minutes perfectly captures the analyst’s resistance to the-object-supposed-to-go!!!
The horror of AMA, APA and IPA doctors and Nurse Ratchets of the world inflicting and inscribing their cookoo’s nests on us, where we “live”, in torn pieces and bleachy-plasticy-saturated veins, reflecting off the walls of the hallway in the children’s screams.
Juxtaposed on your teaching of a teacher’s teaching, in conjunction with an audience whose “learning” includes the screams, it’s a fuc*ing work of art!
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Well said! And lo! Those screaming kids. Tuche!
@@lecturesonlacanthose screams are precious. They are precious because, insofar as they are the product of the children’s encounters of each other’s bodies, they are, those screams, the discourse of the Real.
Those muted screams are all of our screams. I remember them as if I was screaming yesterday. Jouissance at its purest, the soundtrack of this presentation!
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