Day 124: Jouissance is an Aspect of the Nom du Pere

Not much going on recently. Trying to articulate the logical similarities between the death of the young man as soon as he kisses Rappaccini’s daughter in Hawthorne’s short story and the location of the secrecy of the letter in its actual presence in Poe’s “The Purloined Letter.” May also be connected to the multiplicity of reasons that underlie the fact that Lacan never actually gave his Name-of-the-Father seminar. Absence is often presence and not only that, it may in fact be a foundational moment, i.e. absence can be creation–unless we speak from the point of view of the mother, in which case we must talk about death. Since jouissance arises out of NP(x)/DM  desire is a tricky business. A dissertation following its completion (in this case objet a) must be a prime example of the definition of the names of the father as indicative of the paradox within this paradigm resulting out of the move from the singular to the multiple: “one of many but no more than one,” which indicates the pure functionality, hence the blasphemy of the dissertation upon completion as connected to the nameS-of-the-father. Can a dissertation make you happy?



  1. I have no idea what you just said.

    But it sounds convincing. 🙂

  2. Try structuring your text with paragraphs so that you and your audience can see where one thought ends and the next begins. The same technique works excellent on another level in your document for words and blanks.

  3. joanna: well, in this case you may be more convinced than I am. 🙂 How is life, by the way? Any responses from publishers?

    albert: it’s stream-of-fucking-consciousness! There are no paragraphs (oftentimes not even thoughts). Sheeesh. You science people and your empirical obsession with order and structure. Natural sciences need a heavy dose of Schreber-Burroughs-Pollock (schizo-collage-catalysmic-consciousness) and stop framing “thy fearful symmetry.” 🙂

    BTW: I actually intensely dislike the Beat Generation (yes, that includes Ginsberg’s freaky reading of Blake’s “The Tyger.” More of a “The Lamb” person myself).

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