What is Psychoanalysis?

What is Psychoanalysis?

What is psychoanalysis: the inquiry could echo the response “It is what it is,” yet this is an answer equalling the reply of a god, which psychoanalysis is not, neither is a panacea representing a tyrannical oath promising to cure one’s suffering with a special modus operandi- techniques are the weapons of those who cannot understand freedom and responsibility, and with whom philanthropy collects a dreadful meaning; and, within these musical notes of thought, Lacanian Psychoanalysis, any decent psychoanalysis cored on those ethics, in general, represents the human right to speak up, to form one’s own ways of life- and death. From the moment one attempts, or, even worst, to answer that question – What is psychoanalysis – in the formula of one statement for the minds of all, with the confidence of the dictator, one does practise at the very best case scenario a bad psychotherapy- for, psychoanalysis, is something created with each one of the analysands, as much as the analyst who is gratified to lack of memory so to accommodate that novel desire by the subject of the unconscious. Psychoanalysis cannot be but a plasmatic breathing liberty within a geometry of motion, within the process of which, a subject creates the soil for its own idiomatic tongue: that is why it is an enigma, not to be answered but to be formed, which, among other things, paints the beauty and the plurality of human subjectivity. A subject begins by conversing the speech into silence.

Languages

Psychoanalytic treatments and consultation in English or Greek.

London Office

The psychoanalytic practice is located in London at the following address, and opposite the British Museum:

91 Great Russell Street

Bloomsbury

London

WC1B 3PS

 

On the Symptom

Symptoms treated by Psychoanalysis: Life.

Discontents- that is a symptom, which makes a subject bear an incomparable weight, in one way or another. Unique individuals have unique ways of discontent although the outcome- filtered in the cultural discourse- may appear the same in the violent forms of grouping, turning what ought to be private into something indiscriminate out of context with one’s personal experience as if the subject itself were the symptom to a brilliant theory of an illness. In Lacanian orientation each voice is inimitable, and each symptom is a subject, an outcome of the body’s exposure to language beyond the general formulations of cause and effect- this is the affect of a cause, which, in time, has shaped the body into a discursive one: in fact, not one but another one.

What is the Oedipus myth, if not the structuring of the question “What does it mean to be a human?” a question that outshines the illuminations of both biology and cognition- in fact, and, to be defined: it is a different biology: for biology means the word of life; if it is more apposite, life speaks. Although the word analysis relates to destruction, which is, breaking down into the smallest agencies, it is apropos to describe it as creation, a formation, one that Lacan utter as the direction for the formation of analysts as well, not in mass production but as one by one. In this manner each one’s symptom exists- beyond the statistical silence of individuality, but one by one, dissimilar.

 

The only certainty being one’s anxieties, manifested through a number of symptoms, only to be categorized into a group of syndromes and such we tend to become: yes, if this is the declaration of a manifesto equal to the ethical guiding principles of a slave. Subjects’ symptoms are the results of a discourse that has marked the entrance of their bodies within the social discourse, and the rebellion towards the demand of subjection, not subjectivity, is the topology of the indication of the symptom, which is, faithfully to the steps of the act, the instant of the subject’s next performance. The entrance into analysis, or, better stated, the crossing towards this path happens not because of the violence of the symptom but because of the symptom’s malfunction, or, if it is favored, the subtraction of enjoyment from the indication of agony, with gratification- one it static: panic attacks, anorexia, boredom, repetition of failed relationships and incidents- no, these do not need cognition because it is their cognition that brings about their failure, doomed into a system of mastery between ideal goal and disillusionment.

 

We have rushed too much, so much that we have forgotten that speech, as much as in the myth of Oedipus, has been the marking and seminal reference to one’s destiny, written yes but not ours and certainly not the only form of writing- for, when analysand read they actually sculpt: a novel truth. The hastening towards an ideal led to the loss of a place, not a place to bring to a standstill, but, on the contrary, one from where we choose our departures. When a subject reaches that elastic point of departure, psychoanalysis is, does not become, only a moment. No more than an act.

Contact Details

For Psychoanalysis at the London office, you can use the following contact details:

Phone number: 02032396979

Email: petrospatounas@freudianletter.com

On Psychoanalysis’ Theory

On the Theory of Psychoanalysis.

Psychoanalysis does not exist- it is not solid; it is oriented until it is dissolved again: as much as the analyst; this orientation is the other side of Lamella. In the beginning there is the deed- one that it is not without speech, a tongue that stutters its letters and hesitates when it encounters its desire, yet igniting the proposition of inflowing into analysis; it is accompanied by the dissatisfaction and questions that do possess their question marks; this is the ingress into analysis, into what has been until that moment without time, not because it has not been calculated but because it was infinite.

 

Many One could refer to a method, an old one, out of use- yet how can free speech be out of use: it is, when one is somehow dead, or, a mere Master attributing demands to its own echo. Lacanian Psychoanalysis does not refer to a system, neither to magic- perhaps we could, if we think of the authority of words to shape our lives; only in this sense. Psychoanalysis is not an application, neither a technique or a secret knowledge applied on a subject’s life experience- it is not even about clichés we have been exposed to throughout the decades after Freud’s discovery of the Unconscious; and certainly, it is not about being an “instead of.”

 

It is in itself, not what it is, but, what it becomes, and with each analysand the testimony is altered. Itself, it is an occurrence through which a subject constructs, or reconstructs in a different fashion, not memories, but the points of location through which subjectivity, that is, no more than being a person, is hearted: one can murmur a different kind of time, one counted with heart beats, and yet again one is to form a question. What makes a heart beat- this is not a riddle towards a biologist, for, when the subject suffering from anorexia enters analysis, what we are ethical into addressing is not the imaginary skeletal body but the obesity in the mirror- from this does the subject in question suffers. That is the geometry of motion of psychoanalysis and its flowing place within civilization.

Links to Freudian Psychoanalysis

These are a few links to other websites related to Freudian and Lacanian Psychoanalysis:

 

LACANIAN FORUM

A Forum for transmission of psychoanalysis in the Lacanian orientation, in London, UK.

 

LACANIANS IN PRAXIS

Lacanians In Praxis is a website for various Lacanian psychoanalysts offering psychoanalytic treatments, mainly in different areas of London.

 

THE SCHOOL OF THE FREUDIAN LETTER

The School of the Freudian Letter is a school of analysands dedicated in the formation of analysts and desiring subjects.

 

Cyprus Society of the SFL

The website of the Cyprus Society of the SFL.

 

LACANONLINE.COM

LacanOnline.com is a site for exploring psychoanalysis through the work of Jacques Lacan.

 

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On the Hallucinations of Psychoanalysts

The knowledge of the psychoanalyst- that the Woman dedicates herself to that which has no forename but indulges the Letters to the dimness of kinesis: that it is not, the Not All but the Not Always the Same, and, as such, one may marvel without a question mark not so much indispensable for the act of an imaginary inhalation, the kinesis of the eulogies of the breath tickling the underarms of identifications and their signifiers parodying the so called body, which can be feminine as long as the so called man has exchanged the phallus with the Ethic and has gone further than the binary of good and evil: this cannot be a body event, hopefully not, because it would have been a miraculous Act, and because a female vulture cannot make love with the Breath unless she is fed by the words of the Father: and the Act that is to reveal, which is of not of the Other but of the Alien, which is an Apocalypse to the psychoanalyst and the psychoanalysand alike, even to that one who is not there, that Real, brought forth by he who has been called a sophist of faith and his inability, has marked in his ignorance that the Nothing veils the Apeiron, where the dimensions, for, the signifier journeys with the drive form the Arche to the end that becomes Arche, uncontested from the fantasy and pinned not with the stigmata of jouissance because it is not of the Other yet remains of language: the Father of the Real is the Act, one of many that do not maneuver the Ethic.

 

Do not be content with meaning or an interpretation that does not pin on the joins of life’s navigations, for the practice’s principles are those of the subject of life, be that of the unconscious: a proper intervention, let us nominate it as an interpretation and not a foreshadowing apposite for Teiresias, is what creates space for the revelation of desire- that is the orientation, and psychoanalysts ought to travel life, so to practice: I mean the orientation of life, because it is easy for the impostor, he who manipulates signifiers, to set up the Freudian Déjà Raconté, this time from the ideal position of psychoanalysts, a true hallucination for one’s Act: Love, that Letter, La Lettre d’amour that is uncouthingly barbarian in its vociferation principally and presently to the revivification of desire, with sounds that are not Greek to the ears of the Greeks, been remunerated and wedged, approximating the algebra of an inspiration that is cuneiform, within the phoneme’s relegation to the urinary trait, beside the signifiers of fantasy, to be fed by words and a space-time of Nothing: the scene of the world, as long as it is universal, it can have the support of the woman∙ and, from the abyss, which language, a chain of signifiers of subjectivity answering simple human questions of how to reside in this world- have been missed by psychoanalysts because they have too much faith on the Index Librorum Prohibitorum, for, very few shall taunt their mirrors so to teach them their prosthetic mouths in speaking of the Letter and how it was revealed to them: Francis of Assisis, an uncivilized man of God, has been in the realm the et comme océanique, and yet his scene has been brought into the world with a negative mark, certainly stigmata of Lunguage, I mean this infamous –φ, a dishonor in the act of copulation because that which brings together the bodies of speech is the breath as long as it is stage on desire: it is here where the philosopher has been correct, that the subject ought to love the forest and fairies, for it is not, indeed, enhanced to die within the dissipated offers of a deceiver.

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