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Originally Posted by Revu2
117-118/ When we experience something that takes us beyond the here and now of reality, something that pushes us beyond the limits of what keeps the organism in balance, this is what Lacan calls jouissance. Jouissance is not pleasure, or within what Freud called “the limits of pleasure,” but rather an excess that takes us into a state of being out of control, where the next limit for the organism is felt to be death.
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This! This is what I was experiencing this week! An incredibly uncomfortable, not pleasurable but not unpleasant either feeling. A very difficult feeling to be with... I didn't know what to do with myself...
Need to read that book...
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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