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The Image of the Body
in Psychoanalysis

J-A MILLER

The Communist Idea &
the Question of Terror

ALAIN BADIOU

I Saw Him, Blushed,
Grew Pale
FRANÇOIS REGNAULT

A Desire Without
Cause?
MARIE-HÉLÈNE BROUSSE

The Other Who Does
Not Exist

PIERRE-GILLES GUÉGUEN

The Two Sexes and
the Other Jouissance
ÉRIC LAURENT

The Reverseof the
Hysterical Symptom
ÉRIC LAURENT

Wall of Screens
GÉRARD WAJCMAN

Love Versus
"Symptomatic Love"
ALAN ROWAN

Better Living through
Facebook
NANCY BARTON

Stations of the Arkwork
HUNTER HUNT-
HENDRIX

Empty Centers
COLLEEN A
SPER

God as the Big Other
SLAVOJ Z
IZEK


          

Stations of the Arkwork






Hunter Hunt-Hendrix

 


The pond was frozen black with flame. Solid blocks of black fire.

Certain things I forgot about but then remembered: Kel Valhaal has seven eyes. "The seven eyes can always circulate, but we must wipe away the sleep so that we can see, because OIOION is quite voluptuous - but she has a certain translucence that makes her easy to miss."

Malfunctioning NPCs who cannot hear their names but instead stagger in a loop waiting for a command but in fact not waiting at all. "Grabbing the rings of saturn, gathering them together and weaving a lasso. Melting the lasso and forging a yoke."

The seven eyes: [Egon, Arger and Anders], Fairfield, Reign ARRAY, The Diadem Star of Tiara, Holzwege, Efrain, Traynor

The Stations of the Arkwork: It should be understood that there is a geographical component. The twin rivers of time. And the names of the rivers are Oscilla and DevRam.

Here the Stations will be enumerated: Oscilla, whose modes are despair, striving and union. Apophasis, the refusal of any one domain. Revelation, in Schiller's sense: the meaning that ties together a series is produced at the end of the series. Mediators, idols to kill. Alchemy. Holzwege, my lack of free access to that which I contain. I go on random walks. Fraya, the affirmation of the loose thread. Oscilla, Apophasis, Revelation, Alchemy, Holzwege, Fraya, Apocalypse, Traynor, Medellia

The Arkwork: A heap of splinters glued together. The normative sorrow enlisting rose-colored support. The issue at stake is ontological: pain and destruction are more real, and better, than pleasure. Or? Orbit around the stunning vacuole and you will discover that if you are to move freely there must be a stage of broken windows and slashed muscles. Travel forward is ineluctable, and there are obstacles which differ in nature from one another. What about the oscillation between forgetting and remembering?

I am drowning [...]




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