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I thought about taking up tobacco smoking in pipes as a really nasty introduction to writing about Lacan, but this special effect was beyond
even my resolute epic-defending spirit.
Anyway, I did find a turtleneck thing and I really think I will don the cultural thing and speak ex turtlenecki quite soon.
Anyway, lo, I went unto the modest library of the local agriculture and mining school (don't try this "lo, I went unto" at home; I warn you I am Christian in Name only and the things I do that don't offend God would keep a good person in hell for a few years). And I said unto myself: where is the Lacan? Well he is in the library of Congress BFs ( perhaps why BF skinner became so psychological)!
Sure enough in the books about Lacan, there are many unposted letters, notes, subway schedules, directions to addresses and even notations of assignations gone awry (the floor in the stacks was literally covered with bits of undelivered correspondence and sad dribs and drabs of written despair -- I carefully put it all back in the books into which it had vanished over the last few years): never believe for a moment the letter always arrives! Very odd. I have found many odd things in books but the amount of left-behind correspondence in the Lacan books was....well...pretty darned symptomatic.
People have seemingly been very industrious in getting the peri-Lacanian oeuvre assembled, though the article I've always wanted to see (about the sandy Lacanian boy obsesssed with unicorns at the beach, circa 1964: "Phillipe, j'ai soif") is still nowhere to be found....no indeed...nowadays things are just plain pop culture and Slavoj Z^inverted iz^invertedEK's Enjoy your Symptom looks marvelous. Must read it soon.
even my resolute epic-defending spirit.
Anyway, I did find a turtleneck thing and I really think I will don the cultural thing and speak ex turtlenecki quite soon.
Anyway, lo, I went unto the modest library of the local agriculture and mining school (don't try this "lo, I went unto" at home; I warn you I am Christian in Name only and the things I do that don't offend God would keep a good person in hell for a few years). And I said unto myself: where is the Lacan? Well he is in the library of Congress BFs ( perhaps why BF skinner became so psychological)!
Sure enough in the books about Lacan, there are many unposted letters, notes, subway schedules, directions to addresses and even notations of assignations gone awry (the floor in the stacks was literally covered with bits of undelivered correspondence and sad dribs and drabs of written despair -- I carefully put it all back in the books into which it had vanished over the last few years): never believe for a moment the letter always arrives! Very odd. I have found many odd things in books but the amount of left-behind correspondence in the Lacan books was....well...pretty darned symptomatic.
People have seemingly been very industrious in getting the peri-Lacanian oeuvre assembled, though the article I've always wanted to see (about the sandy Lacanian boy obsesssed with unicorns at the beach, circa 1964: "Phillipe, j'ai soif") is still nowhere to be found....no indeed...nowadays things are just plain pop culture and Slavoj Z^inverted iz^invertedEK's Enjoy your Symptom looks marvelous. Must read it soon.
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