"Fire is motion / Work is repetition / This is my document / We are all all we've done / We are all all we've done / We are all all we've done / We are all all defenses."

- Cap'N Jazz, "Oh Messy Life," Analphabetapolothology

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Lacanian Others: on love and the movies

"there are three absolutes: Life. Death. and Love."
- Dr. C.P. Gause
"i'm a thief, and a liar."
"it's OK. i like you anyway."


it's hard to say what makes you love someone. i'm beginning to suspect love is something we created in the movies. every date out on the town getting dinner and drinks is reenacting something they saw on the screen. every move is a reflection of something they've seen. this isn't reel life, this is reality.

are we doomed to search for these projected loves, extant in only the collective imagination of our generation? will we lose forever in these battles because we haven't learned that the enemy is our selves?

we are searching for ideas, images, tautological feelings we've been conditioned to want, by advertisements and soaring movie soundtracks. we're trying to live the dream, to live what we see, to feel, to be. we internalize these ideas, then become frustrated when our "Others" don't project the images we'd had in mind. is that love?

the psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan said that love is the thing we don't have that we are trying to give to someone who doesn't exist. in other words, a null set between the self and a nonexistent other... so sad, but canonical post-freudian psychology!

[mp3's, yousendit]
The Idea of You - The Neo-Futurists.
Our Life Is Not a Movie, Or Maybe - Okkervil River.



remaerdyaD said...

I think romance was killed off bcos at some point you have to return to its roots which seem very dull and uneventful and boring and at best quaint or innocent of whatever the hell today is supposed to be. Also, romance is not heart shaped chocolate boxes, candlelit dinners, wine, white dresses (on women) and tuxes (on men). It is blood and guts and sin and war and poetry and all that stuff like a just wrote - a big yawn.

Barring romance, love is just something that gets lost in the haze of holywood and its empty mythos were only speilburg-esque juvenile mastrubatory intellectuality is passed off in the form of special effect. The rest is just stolen from the Hong Kong-ese anyways.

stephan!e lee said...

i liked this:
"its empty mythos were only speilburg-esque juvenile mastrubatory intellectuality passed off in the form of special effect."

= poetic.

your comment reminded me of one of my favorite quotes from Mike Nichols' CLOSER (a favorite, and an anti-love movie):

"You think love is simple. You think the heart is like a diagram."
"Have you ever see a human heart? It looks like a fist wrapped in blood! Go fuck yourself."


remaerdyaD, soon to hack youtube said...

Tanx, me am sure ur compliment will be like a bit of nuclear fuel for me.

your quotes = (-: + LOL But if I love myself, should I punch myself in the groin?

Now THAT would be a popular clip for me to email-spoof youtube with, eh?!

BTW, when the canuck dollar went parity to yours I started buying the only jewelry I ever buy: heartshaped junk pendants. The only ones I can find are on friendship bracelets, which are already worn down.

But for now,
_ _
/ V \ bEsT
\ / fRiEnDs
\ / fOrEvEr

PS what is spooning hole anyways?

stephan!e lee said...

aw. i'm touched. virtual BESTIES. FOREVER.

the only junk jewelry i ever bought was in canada, which isn't to say that it was junk B/C i bought it in canada, but the two just happened to coincide. it was a mood ring that i lost very shortly after. anyway, i felt ok about buying it cuz then the canada currency was weaker and the US $ was all powerful. but alas, things have changed. sad, i know.


Rae Jin Devine said...


good to hear from you. and thanks for the video. i hope things are going well for you in S Korea. write occasionally, ok?


That last bit confuses me on several levels. Mostly because I keep telling myself to do so...

As for love...it is what it is and that is what (you/it) makes (you/it). Do you recall the monologue I read for one of our earliest Western talent shows?

I wouldn't say my views on romance have "changed" so much as "matured" much like myself. None of this is necessarily a "good" thing.

Hmm, I'm not being very clear today.