“…analytic work is motivated by an intolerable suffering, which places the subject in a state of separation from itself, at the same time as this state sustains that same suffering in a repetitive way.”
[Jean-Francois Lyotard]
“…analytic work is motivated by an intolerable suffering, which places the subject in a state of separation from itself, at the same time as this state sustains that same suffering in a repetitive way.”
[Jean-Francois Lyotard]
“…Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower frieze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, “Jeeze
I can’t find my knees…”
The peddler now speaks to the countess
who’s pretending to care for him
Saying, “Name me someone that’s not a parasite and
I’ll go out and say a prayer for him”
But like Louise always says
“Ya can’t look at much, can ya man ”
As she, herself prepares for him…”
…I do know that
space,
time,
dimension,
becoming,
future,
destiny,
being,
non-being,
self,
non-self,
are nothing to me;
but there is a thing
which is something,
only one thing
which is something,
and which I feel
because it wants
TO GET OUT:
the presence
of my bodily
suffering,
the menacing,
never tiring
presence
of my
body…
[from, 'To Have Done With the Judgment of God' by Antonin Artaud]