so central and all-qualifying.
the giver of all accounts and form.
the proper name is the linguistic site of a formidable yet necessary lack, pointing sporadically and always towards the unconvincing fiction of everyday life.
vermin so unimaginatively accepting of this violence disgust me.
the proper name is a reminder of the violence that is the condition of possibility of being.
we all would rather just remain adjectives, evading random checkpoints and pat-downs.
beautiful dazzling sour sharp bitter red
Called upon, I shudder.
in a moment a name strips one of all relation.
a weapon like no other on the lips of the other;
in one moment of utter banality, boxed up and defined.
the proper name is the instance and instant of our fall.
forever babylonian. forever non-relatable.
“The subject, as much as he is a slave to language, is he not even more so that of a discourse in a universal movement of which his place is already inscribed at birth in the form of his name?” (Lacan, Écrits: A Selection 2002, p.140).