Basically --
The Real is an impossible contradiction to our sense of things and of life in the Symbolic order.
And to quote Lacan:
"...the essential object which is not an object any longer, but this something faced with which all words cease and all categories fail, the object of anxiety par excellence."
So that goes a long way in helping me understand how people are not only so wrapped up in forms of semiotic normality but also why few if any people have the least sense of the Real. The Real does not compute. It has no metaphorical referent. It would be even beyond a god. That also goes a long way in helping me understand why I'm rather peculiar, with my decades-long fascination with what I call "the Actual."
Saturday, May 26, 2012
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Loved your post. Recognized me... somehow!
ReplyDeleteThank you and thanks for reading, Dulce!
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