“A fear of death. ..Even if I hanged myself I would still not experience bliss. ..It seemed all so perfect before: contingency would be abolished, it was the dream of the perfect death. A garden of delight.“ – “We cannot remake ourselves through memory” – From Simon Critchley’s new story MEMORY THEATRE http://ift.tt/1dTF88o


Kafka was embracing the nothingness at the core of things, the void from which creativity springs. Kafka is Zizek’s prime example for working and writing despite the uncertainty at the heart of things. Kafka said, I must embrace the nothing. By this he did not mean suicide or self-harm, but the idea of doing nothing in order to be able to do anything at all. – ANDRE VANTINO

Zizek lives the same idea when he says that he lives purely in literature, that he only does what he likes. By this he takes away all the superego pressure and is able to endure the existential void of being alive. He then can live the drive as a death drive that is no longer a selfdestructive drive but one in tune with the Real, a drive no longer repressing the void of the Real. – ANDRE VANTINO

Something can be too realistic to endure, but what makes it Real is not that. What makes it real is its undeniability, its irreversibility, like the irreversibiility of an accident or of realising that one is exposed to a threat. In the same sense nature is real, because it can kill us if we don’t think ahead or respect its dangers. – ANDRE VANTINO

“It is not that ..we repress some traumatic content, and then this content continues to haunt us, repeating itself in disguised forms. ..Repression emerges with the “reification” of the Real into a Thing that resists symbolization. – Then the repressed Real repeats itself.” – Slavoj Zizek, Less Than Nothing

“A phobia is a conviction that bad things are unspeakable, and therefore that the unspeakable is always bad.” – And this makes ..understandings for the phobic person always dangerous. If you articulate the terror for the phobic person he may be persecuted by it again.

Adam Phillips, On Kissing, Tickling And Being Bored