The Real which resists symbolization. Blocks all thinking and every thought. Opens up a inner void. Excludes the subject from the symbolic order. Throws it into the unbearable abyss of nothingness.
Ofcourse, this is only a theoretical explanation of it, and I am not saying it was 100% like that, but... I've encountered that kind of "feeling" before and I think I know precisely what Lacan/Žižek had in mind by talking about the Real.
And there, I think, reside the two (in my view opposite, though I may be completely wrong) possible ways to "self-recovery": joiussance and the (freudian) death drive. One is the most humanly feature that makes language as such possible, and other is as it were the counterpart of it (when accepting the social order, one has to take a responsibility for what is accepted).
Dancing. - Dancing I claim can be related to both ways of regaining freedom: like Zorbas, who danced of depression (a death drive, I would say) and the dancing of "joy" in the "expressionized" sense. This is I think why sport is often adviseable in such cases. Dancing seems to be more universal.
"Don't think, just dance" - seems appropriate here. Indeed. In both ways discussed.
One of the best examples of the Lacanian Real is, I think, the ending scene form the Roberto Rossellini's film "Stromboli", where Ingrid Bergman is trapped between two symbolic "worlds" and which both were incompatible with eachother. This, I think, is precisely why one also encounters Real by the sudden change of plans, because human mind isn't that fast to make such a direct connections between the symbolic "systems" 'available'. This is also why language as such has a disharmony in itself. And the 'thing' that makes the 'symbolic fulfillment' possible is the object petit a.
The pure Real, is ofcourse, somewhat different. It lacks the object, which can be symoblized or which would even be accessible. The Real is the pure void of the subject. The pure meaningless. The pure unbearable meaningless of life. Because...
when you take the lacanian subject as the pure void, exclude it from all the inner meaning, there is nothing left... and in this case one is between two... no, three choices: jouissance as the bridge between the Real through the Imaginary to the Symbolic (in the Kierkegaardian sense), and (as I understand it) "the death drive", which actually leads to the third choice: suicide (as 'the only successful act').
But basically: we have the bad and the worst choice...
because... the direct jump from the Real to the Symbolic is humanly impossible; and there is always a 'traumatic' gap between these two registers. This gap is always embodied with the Real... the traumatic kernel which is always in the way of safety... self-indentity and... happiness...
...this I think something that might have been like to walk on the volcano as Ingrid did...
...what a great way to put psychoanalytic theory into practice, or what!?
ps: this post is in english mainly because... it just is, okay!?! and it is not supposed to be understandable, after all - it's only a theory. it is, when you think about it.
* kirjutasin luuletuse pealkirjaga "metatasandi enesepete."
* MJ, you truly healed the world; at least you healed me!
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