The Reason We Go To Poetry Is

All Sorts Of Things In This World Behave Like Mirrors.

Meaning Is Produced Not Only By The Relationship Between The Signifier And The Signified But Also, Crucially, By The Position Of The Signifiers In Relation To Other Signifiers.

I Identify Myself In Language, But Only By Losing Myself In It Like An Object. What Is Realised In My History Is Not The Past Definite Of What Was, Since It Is No More, Or Even The Present Perfect Of What Has Been In What I Am, But The Future Anterior Of What I Shall Have Been For What I Am In The Process Of Becoming.

But What Freud Showed Us… Was That Nothing Can Be Grasped, Destroyed, Or Burnt, Except In A Symbolic Way, As One Says, In Effigie, In Absentia.

The Unconscious Is Structured Like A Language.