Psychoanalysis is a terribly efficient instrument, and because it is more and more a prestigious instrument, we run the risk of using it with a purpose for which it was not made for, and in this way we may degrade it.
Jacques LacanRead
Obsessional does not necessarily mean sexual obsession, not even obsession for this, or for that in particular; to be an obsessional means to find oneself caught in a mechanism, in a trap increasingly demanding and endless.
Interpretation
Obsession can stem from various aspects of life and can trap individuals in repetitive cycles of thought or behavior.
In this quote, Jacques Lacan discusses the nature of obsession, emphasizing that it is not limited to sexual desires or specific objects of fixation, but rather it represents a broader psychological state. He illustrates how being obsessively caught in a pattern or mechanism can create an endless cycle that is difficult to escape, highlighting the importance of understanding the complexities of human thought and behavior.
In practice
In a psychology class discussion about the nature of obsessions.
Psychoanalysis is a terribly efficient instrument, and because it is more and more a prestigious instrument, we run the risk of using it with a purpose for which it was not made for, and in this way we may degrade it.
But what Freud showed us… was that nothing can be grasped, destroyed, or burnt, except in a symbolic way, as one says, in effigie, in absentia.
The real is what resists symbolization absolutely.
If psychoanalysis clarifies some facts of sexuality, it is not by aiming at them in their own reality, not in biological experience.
I think where I am not, therefore I am where I do not think. I am not whenever I am the plaything of my thought; I think of what I am where I do not think to think.
The reason we go to poetry is not for wisdom, but for the dismantling of wisdom
The only thing harder than getting a new idea into the military mind is to get an old one out.
I long for the days of disorder. I want them back, the days when I was alive on the earth, rippling in the quick of my skin, heedless and real. I was dumb-muscled and angry and real. This is what I long for, the breach of peace, the days of disarray when I walked real streets and did things slap-bang and felt angry and ready all the time, a danger to others and a distant mystery to myself.
When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid - in which case all comment is superfluous - or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.
All is ephemeral - fame and the famous as well.
There are not one hundred people in the United States who hate The Catholic Church, but there are millions who hate what they wrongly perceive the Catholic Church to be.
Like tired dogs they stand there, because they use up all their strength in remaining upright in one's memory.
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