Gayve you my hart

I post poems and find psychoanalytical things. Currently sad.

[robertthomasgreene]

Hart to Hart

I feel very distant and foreign to Tumblr.

[hex-n2]

Most New Year’s resolutions are a drag! Have more fun! We’re all living in this moment; open the door to a friend’s office cheer and shout, beautiful silvery plumes of an insistent, whispering rush logically constructed inside of the simple physical act of washing the blood off your hands.

[lacan-psychoananalysisaspraxis]

Analytic practice places the subject in a profound state of reflection so that certainties about one’s identity can be questioned.

…there is a radical difference between psychoanalysis and other practices which share certain social similarities. This is the case with psychology, psychotherapy, psychiatry, pedagogy and others. Unlike these practices, psychoanalysis is not governed by rationality. It does not rely on Aristotelian, Cartesian, Comtian, or scientific truths about the suffering subject. In other words, it goes beyond established conventions of understanding and solutions of suffering. Analytic practice places the subject in a profound state of reflection so that certainties about one’s identity can be questioned. The intervention of the analyst does not clarify the condition of the subject. Psychoanalysis is a spontaneous and open practice; it is an unstable and therefore destabilizing force that functions outside of identity systems and control. Psychoanalysis is regulated within the session and it takes place at the margins of the state and the university.

…the work of the analyst functions effectively because it exists outside of the realm of power. The non-being of the analyst and the free-floating attention that is required of him are correlates of an emptiness of the self that is unthinkable from the point of view of psychology, psychotherapy and psychiatry.

For analysis to take place a subject must feel impelled by his suffering so as to seek out the help and guidance of another who is supposed to know. By addressing an Other, who in turn translates the enigmatic experience of suffering, the subject creates a link for transference. For the analysand, the commitment to the practice takes shape in an agreement to speak under the fundamental rule of free association. From the analyst’s perspective, the request for guidance is responded to in the form of listening in an equally free-floating manner.

Once the decision has been made to undertake analysis (a decision must be made since it cannot be taken for granted), the treatment itself may be delivered in varying forms in accordance with Lacan’s teachings. Consequently, the analyst’s choice in regard to the theory will define the process of analysis. Ignoring the differences between Lacan’s first and second clinical elaborations will have a definite impact on the direction of the treatment.

Jorge Santiago - Beyond Full and Empty Speech. Institute for the Humanities, Contours Journal. 2017.

[robertthomasgreene]

I died

[robertthomasgreene]

Hart to Hart

Once I said you were a mosaic of all people I had loved and lost.

Now that I lost you, it's losing them all over again.

Exponentially.

[robertthomasgreene]

Morning sex, a poem

I suddenly want to have a boyfriend.

And I want it to be him.

I want him to fuck me

in the morning

and feel spiritual literature

slip all over our skin

like glossy printer paper

I want it to be him

He is 50 I am not

of a caring disposition

I want his heart and mind.

He gets me,

And I want him,

I want his body and his heart.

[robertthomasgreene]

It crushes me how in love I was.

[robertthomasgreene]

Hart to Hart

And just like that I lost my interest in writing.

[robertthomasgreene]

Hart to Hart

Here is my last Hart to Hart of 2017. This year I focused on loving someone, but my heart failed to pursue happiness. I hope he continues to shine brightly and smile. In 2018, I will focus on becoming a shadow.

[journaling-junkie-deactivated20]

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Hope you all have a wonderful new year. :)

[post--grad]

benefits of living in a lighthouse

no fake friends, just real friends (the only ones who’ll come out to your godforsaken lighthouse to hang)

lots of stairs so u dont need a gym membership

when u look out the window and sigh mournfully it’s Cinematic Depression not just regular depression

minimum requirements: 1 large dog, 17 cable-knit sweaters, 1 mysterious but tragic past, 2 pair fingerless wool gloves

increased likelihood of mermaid encounters

effortless windswept look, complemented by soft lantern glow

free salt scrub 

[robertthomasgreene]

To the Lighthouse !

[robertthomasgreene]

Sharpie, part V, a poem

This is not Sharpie

Even after all these poems,

we're older and wiser as pen.

This is not Sharpie

Even after big pink erasers dull,

I cannot dim you from my brain.

This is not Sharpie

Life humbled me with

Ticonderoga scribbles.

This is not permanent marker;

your legal name remains the same.

[robertthomasgreene]

Our Sexuality, a poem

Our sexuality ranged

from your false promises

of anal penetration

to my guilty patience

Guilty it wasn't really

patience but impatience

I liked deepthroating your

faulty irrumatio

and gagging until tears

rekindled my sight

straining to feel the high

constricted in my throat

choking to feel it's right

but our marriage is divorce

[robertthomasgreene]

The Economy, a poem

Recession and Depression

A SeeSaw grieves the process

I recede into my childhood

Though I have forehead wrinkles,

but depression runs in BitCoins.

Funerals cost money.

The semen and saliva we

exchanged turn Marxist

vulgate expressions of loss

Capital comes in the whimpers

we make

outside the industry,

alone in our cars,

receded in smog

[robertthomasgreene]

Hart to Hart

You never made me "Ooh".

[robertthomasgreene]

I could have been a Haiku, a poem

ill at ease:

"I like Utada Hikaru,"

no one cares;

I could have been a haiku,

surplus syllables

stay here

after you left

[robertthomasgreene]

Paragraphs to my Corpse, a poem

I had a dream you attended my funeral. When you nodded with eyes closed and tears streaming down, I knew you would be okay if I were not in your life. It's my corpse that worries me.

Now we are gone from each other, I have a dead body entwined with my skeleton and it sends vibes of rusted metal and chokes me in sobs. Your objects in my room remain, but it's mine that feel like relics.

The "my"s polluting my speech testify for your absence; all I own was for you, too-- the dinners I eat without your comfort in surety detain peace of mind and rest for the soul. The rest of "my" words are of someone else: scattered remains of a voice, much like echoes that crash against irregular rocks in a cave and exit harmed and inaccurate.

We died. You are a ghost and I am a corpse. Heart murmur birthed these words.

Does yours ever speak?

[lacan-psychoananalysisaspraxis]

Lacan; Anxiety...Desire...Lack...objet petit a

In the seminar of 1960–1, Lacan stresses the relationship of anxiety to desire; anxiety is a way of sustaining desire when the object is missing and, conversely, desire is a remedy for anxiety, something easier to bear than anxiety itself (Seminar 8, 430). He also argues that the source of anxiety is not always internal to the subject, but can often come from another, just as it is transmitted from one animal to another in a herd; ‘if anxiety is a signal, it means it can come from another’ (Seminar 8, 427). This is why the analyst must not allow his own anxiety to interfere with the treatment, a requirement which he is only able to meet because he maintains a desire of his own, the desire of the analyst (Seminar 8, 430).

In the seminar of 1962–3, entitled simply ‘Anxiety’, Lacan argues that anxiety is an affect, not an emotion, and furthermore that it is the only affect which is beyond all doubt, which is not deceptive (see also Seminar 11, 41). Whereas Freud distinguished between fear (which is focused on a specific object) and anxiety (which is not), Lacan now argues that anxiety is not without an object (n’est pas sans objet); it simply involves a different kind of object, an object which cannot be symbolised in the same way as all other objects. This object is objet petit a, the object-cause of desire, and anxiety appears when something appears in the place of this object. Anxiety arises when the subject is confronted by the desire of the Other and does not know what object he is for that desire. It is also in this seminar that Lacan links anxiety to the concept of lack. All desire arises from lack, and anxiety arises when this lack is itself lacking; anxiety is the lack of a lack. Anxiety is not the absence of the breast, but its enveloping presence; it is the possibility of its absence which is, in fact, that which saves us from anxiety. Acting out and passage to the act are last defences against anxiety. Anxiety is also linked to the mirror stage. Even in the usually comforting experience of seeing one’s reflection in the mirror there can occur a moment when the specular image is modified and suddenly seems strange to us. In this way, Lacan links anxiety to Freud’s concept of the uncanny (Freud, 1919h).

Whereas the seminar of 1962–3 is largely concerned with Freud’s second theory of anxiety (anxiety as signal), in the seminar of 1974–5 Lacan appears to return to the first Freudian theory of anxiety (anxiety as transformed libido). Thus he comments that anxiety is that which exists in the interior of the body when the body is overcome with phallic jouissance (Lacan, 1974–5: seminar of 17 December 1974).

Dylan Evans - An Introductory Dictionary of Lacanian Psychoanalysis. Routledge; 1996.

[robertthomasgreene]

Phallic jouissance yes

[robertthomasgreene]

EP

Our relationship

was a sampler

:30 teaser trailer

But a trailer

Came and killed us