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How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?
āLeonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
āTo live in this world
You must be able to do three things
To love what is mortal;
To hold it
Against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes
To let it go,
To let it go.ā
Mary Oliver In Blackwater Woods 1983
Artworks by Luka Samkharadze
Hua Xi, from "The Past Still Needs Me"
Lacan said we make love through conversations. I believe that's how the meaning of making love should be. Whenever we talk about making love, it should only have pure connotations and it shouldn't involve something sexual at all.
D. H. Lawrence, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of D. H. Lawrence
imagine being the first ancient person to realize that the ocean and their tears taste the same. imagine realizing that your sorrow and the waves share a taste. i wouldve gone crazy
And Now That You Donāt Have To Be Perfect You Can Be Good 2026
imagine if i did my work. if i sat down and Did it. and it was Done. can you even imagine such a thing
when u look at 2017 and think āoh thatās only like 3 years agoā and itās actually 12,000 years ago and everything is gone and everyone you know has been reduced to ash and the world is completely different
I remember learning that Lacanās original description of jouissance establishes it as something occurring in a purely imagined and symbolic space and was like well clearly this is incorrect. Obviously jouissance is a physical sensation and therefore grounded in the body. And itās not like I didnāt understand what he was saying, it just made zero sense to me to imagine pleasure to the point of pain as occurring in a space that was purely conceptual, that the threat of it was tied solely to its impact on consciousness and not to the deeply visceral fear of pain and loss of physical control.
And Kristevaās exploration of jouissance (specifically feminine jouissance) does address this, as she imagines a female experience of jouissance felt through physical pleasure. And itās fascinating to me to establish that dichotomy, that the jouissance Lacan described exists in a phallic mode. Is it a product of western cultureās desire to triumph over the body? Of the politics of civilization, of defeating viscerality through reason and self-control? Is that what pushes jouissance into a purely imagined realm, for Lacan?
Another side of it is that the concept of jouissance can admittedly feel a little āyeah, duhā as an autistic person. Bliss to the point of painā so much of sensation is like that. So many things that feel good also hurt. The familiarity of sensory sensitivity and overstimulation colors my understanding of jouissance inherently.
To me, the experience of jouissance is so deeply visceral it feels like a reflex, not just a physical experience but something that possesses, that occupies the body. When I think of jouissance I think of watching a horror movie and breaking out into excited, overwhelmed laughter at a moment of visual/narrative climax. The feelings of disgust/revulsion, horror, discomfort, catharsis, surprise, and pleasure all converge and cause a transcending and uncontrollable physical response. Or perhaps the overstimulation, alarm, amusement, panic, indignation of being tickled to the point of tears, or the heady, delirious feeling of laughing to the point of physical pain. I donāt think I could ever see it as something occurring only within the realm of consciousness.
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Rainer Maria Rilke, "The Prodigal Son." The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by Stephen Mitchell)
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Trista Mateer, from a poem featured in her collection titled The Dogs I Have Kissed