Borderline Personalities... and "Other" Disorders

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Hysteria has to be comprehended in the complexity of its strategy, as a radically ambiguous protest against the Master's interpellation which simultaneously bears witness to the fact that the hysterical subject needs a Master, cannot do without a Master, so that there is no simple and direct way out. For that reason, one should also avoid the historicist pitfall of rejecting the notion of hysteria as belonging to a bygone era: the notion that today, borderline disturbances, not hysteria, are the predominant form of 'discontent' in our civilization. 'Borderline' is the contemporary form of hysteria, that is, of the subject's refusal to accept the predominant mode of interpellation whose agent is no longer the traditional Master but the 'expert knowledge' of the discourse of Science. In short, the shift from the classic form of hysteria to borderline disturbances is strictly correlative with the shift from the traditional Master to the form of Power legitimated by Knowledge.

-Slavoj Žižek, "The Indivisible Remainder: On Schelling and Related Matters" (London: Verso, 1996 & 2007). The following citations are from the 2007 edition pp. 163-165.

Come View the Violence Inherent in the System!

....Help! I'm being Repressed!

No matter where; of comfort no man speak:
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth,
Let's choose executors and talk of wills:
And yet not so, for what can we bequeath
Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke's,
And nothing can we call our own but death
And that small model of the barren earth
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings;
How some have been deposed; some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;
Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd;
All murder'd: for within the hollow crown
That rounds the mortal temples of a king
Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits,
Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp,
Allowing him a breath, a little scene,
To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks,
Infusing him with self and vain conceit,
As if this flesh which walls about our life,
Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus
Comes at the last and with a little pin
Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood
With solemn reverence: throw away respect,
Tradition, form and ceremonious duty,
For you have but mistook me all this while:
I live with bread like you, feel want,
Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus,
How can you say to me, I am a king?

-Shakespeare, "Richard II" (Act II Sc III)

Decalcomania

If Hua Tuo was reincarnated again
People who blindly worship foreign things will be cured
Foreigners will come and learn Chinese
Stimulating our national consciousness
Semen Strychni
Cassia Tora
Fructus Xanthii
As well as Lotus Seed
Rhizoma Dioscoreae Bulbiferae
Sophora alopecuroides
Szechwan Chinaberry Fruit
I want face (respect)
Use my way
To change history
Nothing much really
Follow me
Read aloud a few words

Common Yam Rhizome
Angelica
Lycium Barbarum
Go
Common Yam Rhizome
Angelica
Lycium Barbarum
Go
Look at me pick up some Chinese medicine
Take a dose of pride

My expression is free from restraint
Jump an approximate
My movement is relaxed and free
You can't learn it
The signboard of the rainbow
Adjusts to a good state
At the gorgeous city
Waiting to wake up
My expression is free from restraint
Jump an approximate
Use calligraphy in the dynasty's books
The inner force spreads
The heroic air wipes away the regular script
Give a punch of dialogue
Ending lying flat on the ground
See who's fierce

Refine what cinnabar
Kneaded into what pill
The slices of antlers cannot be too thin
The technique of the old master cannot be messily copied like this
Turtle jelly
Yunnan white drug-powder
And there is also cordyceps (Chinese caterpillar fungus)
My own music, my own medicine
The quantity is just right
Listen to me, Chinese medicine is bitter
Plagiarism should be even bitterer
Quickly flip open Compendium of Materia Medica
Read more of these rare books
Chansu
Lumbricus (earthworm)
Has already turned over river and lakes
These are the hard work of our ancestors
We definitely mustn't lose
It is this light
It is this light
Sing together
(It is this light
It is this light)
Let us blend a folk medicine
To specially treat your inner injury of fawning on foreign powers
The Chinese prescription that has already been rooted for a thousand years
Have powers other people don't know about

My expression is free from restraint
Jump an approximate
My movement is relaxed and free
You can't learn it
The signboard of the rainbow
Adjusts to a good state
At the gorgeous city
Waiting to wake up
My expression is free from restraint
Jump an approximate
Use calligraphy in the dynasty's books
The inner force spreads
The heroic air wipes away the regular script
Give a punch of dialogue
Ending lying flat on the ground
See who's fierce

Crouch
The little vampire crouches
The little vampire crouches
And crouches
The little vampire crouches
A light is lit in the dark alley
And crouches
A light is lit in the dark alley
Enter Luo Bo Keng (landmark at Zhong Shan)
And crouches
The little vampire crouches
Reading out curses and humming

Politically Incorrect

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Inspirational Founts

We cannot know his legendary head
with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso
is still suffused with brilliance from inside,
like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low,

gleams in all its power. Otherwise
the curved breast could not dazzle you so, nor could
a smile run through the placid hips and thighs
to that dark center where procreation flared.

Otherwise this stone would seem defaced
beneath the translucent cascade of the shoulders
and would not glisten like a wild beast’s fur:

would not, from all the borders of itself,
burst like a star: for here there is no place
that does not see you. You must change your life.

- Rainer Maria Rilke, "Archaic Torso of Apollo"

Journalists, the New Masters of Perspectival Anamorphosis

Gosnell never happened! The Terrorist's who perpetrated Benghazi will be brought to justice! These are NOT the Droids that you're looking for....

from Wikipedia

Anamorphosis is a distorted projection or perspective requiring the viewer to use special devices or occupy a specific vantage point to reconstitute the image. The word "anamorphosis" is derived from the Greek prefix ana-, meaning back or again, and the word morphe, meaning shape or form.