Jouissance (2 of 7): Inter-subjective enjoyment
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- Опубликовано: 4 июн 2020
- There are many odd cultural institutions - fox hunting in the Uk, the British naval tradition of 'crossing the line' - that provide exemplary examples of how ritualized forms of enjoyment become bonding libidinal treasures. These examples tell us something important about the libidinal economy of power: I'll accept a series of sacrifice and subjugations in my everyday life, so far as you don't touch my enjoyments!
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Thank you, DEREK for providing such intellectual work free of cost. I am benefitting from your lectures.
Another excellent lecture. Thank you. Your comments on crossing the line make me think of Bakhtin’s ideas on the carnivalesque. Real food for thought throughout.
This would seem to feature prominently in both Shawshank Redemption and one flew over the cuckoo's nest. The respective wardens took away the jouissance
What my libidinal treasure is? I'd say working out lol. Btw thanks for all the lectures man
One way of testing that (not that you would necessarily want to) would be to ask yourself, what it would be like if there was some reason that working out was no longer possible. I used to do lots of marathon running and when it came to a situation when I was no longer able to do that, that for me was an intimation of mortality unlike one I'd experienced before.
This is some great stuff!
Even better cause it’s not so popular...if that makes sense.
such a skilful lecturer !
My libidinal treasure is writing. Anyone serious about writing will tell you that it is an irresistible drive, both painful and pleasurable. To not write would be unthinkable. There's also a community aspect to it, since you are always-already a subject of society's writings and, being a reader, unable to divorce yourself from that influence. Also, one cannot write well alone; writers need other writers. On another note, for a relatively recent example of jouissance, there's Ariana Grande's song "no tears left to cry," which is about the pleasure of having recently broken up, despite obviously having mourned it. I think that's what makes it a compelling song.
So many parallels between Lacan and Bakhtin, especially the carnivalesque theme in literature.
At the last thing you said: isn't enjoying what's forbidden a way of obsessional neurosis?