Sagbey
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Desire is but a shield from death— until truth silences even the echo it leaves behind.
There was once a man who carried water for a woman. She would always say, I’m thirsty. So he’d grab his bucket and go fetch water. But as he walked, she’d look out the window and say, You're too slow. You don’t care about me. One day, the man left the bucket and didnt move.…
I wasn’t just seeking to be understood — I was wide open, begging for someone to step into the absence inside me. Turns out, that space was mine alone.
There was once a man who built stairs for a woman. Every night, she’d stand at the bottom and say: “I want to rise.” So he carved steps from his own bones. Laid them one by one under her feet. She climbed — never looking down. One night, he stopped. Too many bones were…
The neurotic subject recognizes lack but suffers from it. The perverse subject denies lack and replaces it with an object. The psychotic subject never experiences lack — for language has already excluded them.
Excellent. All interesting accounts of under 200 followers are part of my never-ending signification chain, and so now this includes you, too, and all of the unnamed, unknowable witnesses.
1. want → to use psychoanalytic knowledge (Imaginary) “I’ll shine with my own intelligence and insight.” 2. believe → I will impress the crowd (Imaginary) “If I make this knowledge visible, I’ll be recognized as someone different.” 3. speak → using symbolic terms…
“I like learning about psychoanalysis, but I don’t want to become an analyst or therapist, so where can I use this?” SO glad you asked! You can use what you learn to: 1) go into your own analysis or therapy, and try and fail to impress your analyst or therapist with your…
Lacan said: “The Real cannot be represented.” He wandered for years in the darkness of lack. It was right before his eyes — but he couldn’t see. Mısrî lifted the veil in a single line: “No object veils the Face of Truth.” The Real was beyond. Hidden from the blind. #Lacan…
man → desires woman woman → represents phallus ↓ man thinks: “I possess the woman” ↓ unconscious meaning: “I possess the phallus” ↓ truth: “You possess nothing — you are structured by lack.” #Lacan
The woman, in assuming possession of the phallus, becomes its signifier. The man, in assuming possession of the woman, is confronted with his own lack. Desire circulates not around what is owned — but what is missing. #Lacan #Psychoanalysis #Desire #Lack #Phallus
Desire cannot be defined. But it can be traced. It cannot be fixed. But it leads you toward what is fixed. And if you trace your desire rightly, you may reach the Truth. But the moment you think you’ve defined it — you’ve already lost it.
“I have no unconscious,” says the one fully possessed by it. The analyst who claims full understanding speaks loudest in silence. The Real leaks from where we fall silent. #Lacan #Freud #psychoanalysis
The perverse subject fills the void of God with their own knowledge. Thinking they know, they begin to dominate. But: He who dominates is always enslaved by what he has repressed. Whose law do you obey in the name of God?
The subject who seeks to defeat the fantasy ends up shattering the self. For every desire to "unmask" the Other is, in truth, a desperate grip on your own mask.
Jealousy is the fear of not having a place in the desire of the Other. It’s not about sex — it’s a crisis of subjectivity. Because once you fall outside of desire, you no longer know who you are.
The biggest victims of castration are often the most flirtatious men. Because instead of living their desire, they feel compelled to constantly prove it.
Even if all the doctors gathered to heal you, No cure but Layla’s word could touch your soul
"To flee is also a form of desire. But whom are you showing it to?" (Lacan – Seminar VIII: Transference) If you're making your escape visible, you're not fleeing — you're being desired. #lacan
You were not given the secret because you were worthy. You became worthy because the secret was given to you.
Yes. And when language becomes the medium of jouissance, it no longer connects it seduces, breaks, and repeats. What Trump speaks is not content, it’s the echo of a disfigured mirror.
Yes. And when language becomes the medium of jouissance, it no longer connects it seduces, breaks, and repeats. What Trump speaks is not content, it’s the echo of a disfigured mirror.