"Look here," he said, "is Joyce saying symptomy?" ----Jacque Lacan ". . .the old semetomyplace and jupetbackagain. . ." ------James Joyce We are all part of a World Wide Wake, a web of "semetomyplace," of spaces that flicker between the "crack" of perfect jouissance and the "Fin" of the End--the circut that dials Joyce via Lacan. During this call one of them laughs and other hangs up--and re-calls again--each of them seeking to reach that real space where communication is nolonger necessary because the symptom "says nothing to anyone." LACANIAN INK 11 is a meta-lapsus, a re-cording, which brings together different attempts at a topology of the symptom-as-unanalyzable endings. The always/already Doubles of Lacan speak first: Jacques-Alain Miller , and Mr. PopularSinthome, Slavoj Zizek--one sending the party message and second the post-party message--and it's always the same jokes. It would be more fitting if these Doubles were to remain silent for a year and let the Other(s) resume the question of the symptom. The truth-effect of the journal comes after we hang-up on these two wrong numbers--Patrick Healy, "Joyce: Through the Lacan Glass," and Adrian Dannatt, "The Crack," map the impossibilty of an end to our Wake since we, Joyce, and Lacan flow in the endless oscillation between binary of the Father and Crack. For Healy Joyce attempted to become the Father-in-disapearence, the Father-at-the-End, as endless frabrication of ex-communications. While Dannatt opens the question of 'Looking for the Crack' which is both a discourse about the Ur-vagina, entertainment, and of an addiction that has no end--because it has no End. A fine footnote to Avital Ronell's CRACK WARS. The central essays during this call are 'My Dinner with Jacques,' and 'Lacan: the End,' both of these works call forth the endless process of the symptom--in one the Master attempts to "fill his hollow tooth," only to be let down, and in the other we fine the "empty place of truth as cause," for here the truth is "the void at the center of the real which is called Thing." It is the empty space of truth which allows us to speak and make in this world of endless endings. In this exchange of calls many answer too soon and others too late--and all forget to remain silent while leaving a message. These two essays create the vital core of this issue and should be read. As always LACANIAN INK has fiction and art works that crosses over the "void of Being" as knotted ropes that one can dangle on. It is this element of the journal that gives it resonance, it is the hard kernel that makes it different. "Italics" by Raphael Rubinstein and "Next to Nothing," a selection from Lynne Tillman's next novel, frame the question of the End and the impossible in a visceral manner that the question begs for--certainly more so than the essays. The silkscreens by Antonio Muntadas create precise auras of the bite which link the hollow space of the mouth and language of the self at edge of the void--they indeed "Point to the sudden breath" John Yau's haiku logs speaks of. "The Woman Who Filled Up the World Because She didn't Know How to Exist In It," by Jan Avgikos fines the breath between Father-at-the-End and Crack that the works of Lorna Simpson navigate. The incomplete difference between objects and invisibility which condition the body as possessed history--which must always struggle against endless desire of the Master who fails and the Slave who succeeds in the recognition of never being more than the Lack without End. ". . .the old semetomyplace and jupetbackagain . . . ." ricardo dominguez

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It is always a pleasure to find lacanian links and texts to lacanian psychoanalysts

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sorry 'bout that. i tried to leave a message the other day and it didn't work. but now it does. so here goes: thanks, ricardo, this is a mouthwatering review! although i actually work on lacan.com, i had not read lacanian ink 11 in detail. but now i will! graciela, check us out at http://www.lacan.com for more new lacanian inks and texts, we're adding daily!i hope you enjoy them!

can i get a copy of lacanian ink in london?

sure you can, simon! check out our order form at http://www.lacan.com/form.htm!

Dear Mr Dominguez, My name is Angela Gallinella, I am a Psychologic Student and I am working on research as an assistent. The research name is "Interpretation on psychanalisis - rethoric and ethic aspects" - Teacher Dunker Mr Christian Ingo Lenz - Universidade Sao Paulo. Could you send me adresses of libraries, magazines, institutes and teachers, specialized in Lacan, Todorov, rethoric, hermeneutic and linguistic. I am looking forward to hearing from you. Kindest regards. Gallinella Angela Caixa Postal 855 01059-970 - Centro - Sao Paulo/SP Brasil Telefax- 0055 11 223.8855/223.4392

Dear Mr Dominguez, My name is Angela Gallinella, I am a Psychologic Student and I am working on research as an assistent. The research name is "Interpretation on psychanalisis - rethoric and ethic aspects" - Teacher Dunker Mr Christian Ingo Lenz - Universidade Sao Paulo. Could you send me adresses of libraries, magazines, institutes and teachers, specialized in Lacan, Todorov, rethoric, hermeneutic and linguistic. I am looking forward to hearing from you. Kindest regards. Gallinella Angela Caixa Postal 855 01059-970 - Centro - Sao Paulo/SP Brasil Telefax- 0055 11 223.8855/223.4392

we were just browsing through the thing and stumbled about the review of peggy ahwesh's latest work.and i must say we were shocked to see that you stole my impression of The Color of Love! make your own or mention where it came from! thank you. tanz

It would be better not to make your point on the basis of the silence of others, specially if it is the silence of Jacques-Alain Miller, whose speaking makes the field of the lacanian orientation...

do i not grasp your profundity or are you merely being coy? at any rate i already apologized at another locale but again: mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. however, do explain: silence? Jacques-Alain Miller? is this not a place of communication? and off the lacanian stage?

Your remarks on Zizek and J.-A. Miller are hilarious. And, I suspect, they represent a growing sense of the Tower of Gaggle, the gagged coalition of Lacanians who are forced into submission by the always prolific Zizek (same jokes, same books different titles, etc. Zizek's established himself as the New Master of a discourse practice that should be wary of mastery. He is jouis-sense, to be sure; a thrill to read. However, one grows tired, very tired of it all after a while. So what's next? I understand that R. Grigg is finishing up translation of S17, and perhaps that marks an opportunity of sorts for the leaning Tower of Gaggle to actually say something. I'm ambivalent: what is this symptom of feeling gagged all about, besides the obvious? Is it simply that Zizek & co. keep saturating the symbolic, filling in all the gaps with more jokes (the same jokes, the same books with different titles), thus leaving us nowhere to go but the province of frustrated hysteria? Or is their a seamier desire circulating here, a desire to be the master one has come to despise? Maybe we just want to publish without having to footnote Zizek every other sentence... At any rate, I appreciated your clever essay, and the thumbnail photo in it. All power to the dupe. jpm