Portrait De Jacques Lacan (Le Diagrammatiste)

Every day
I ride with falcon to the river’s edge
Or carry the ringed mail upon my back,
Or court a woman; neither enemy,
Game-bird, nor woman does the same thing twice;
And so a hunter carries in the eye
A mimic of youth.

[W.B. Yeats]
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A Labyrinth Named Desire

Freedom is the activation of desire. Buñuel's unsatisfied characters embody another perception, another way of seeing that is only achieved by slitting eyeballs, desiring the impossible, desiring all that for moral, political, or economic reasons has been hidden, mutilated, disfigured, or deprived of time, place, name or reflection in our societies--he is a poet....

[Carlos Fuentes]

Shodoka Topologica

"the proposition

‘All forms point to the formless’

is itself a formal proposition..."

R. D. Laing

Vera

Vera

L’inconscient n’est pas pulsation obscure du prétendu instinct,
ni coeur de l’être mais seulement son habitat.

[Jacques Lacan]

She enters sinuously
between the clatter of rainfall
and the silence of thaw
whispering promises to greybeards:

"Do you have an ear for Spring? Do you reverence green? Is your last winter dead and gone?"

At first you humor her, unbelieving
the faintest giggle of any future.

Then
suddenly--she's all there,
laughing maid with overflowing glass
slightly tipsy, exuberant of all flesh.

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