Jouissance: two kinds

Francisca 2022-10-24 09:24:04

The story of Wilde's life is around two jouissances: pleasure or more responsibility from his marriage to the constant Constance, who died of back pain because of hard life, and pleasure from what Wilde calls the love beween an old man for a younger boy, the love between intellect and youth, the most noblest love. Wilde describes the second pleasure: an city under siege for 20 years, and suddenly the gate throws open, the citizen inside pours out, wandering in the field, plucking the wild flower, and he felt relieved.

These two kinds, I think, Wild pursued both equally because, as he defended in the court, there is such thing as morality or immorality in thought. That is certainly what Lacan is seeking to prove in the Kant versus Said. In some sense, these two kinds of pleasure resembles the relationship of being or nothing. If you want your existence, then you must purse the platry jouissance, or the surplus jouissance, the surplus jouissance that everyone of us is after. If you want to pursue the second pleasure that is beyond, that exists in the act of saying, in the act of watching as Wild is observing the other two young boys making love, and in the act of destroying, then nothing will be your destiny like what Wild ended up with, wife died, children sent away.

These two kinds of jouissance also resember the sexual jouissance that man and woman enjoys separately: the former the phallic, the latter the jouissance of the big Other. Although the woman's jouissance is fantastic, spectral, or in otherworldly, but it si the ultimate reference for our miserable partial life.

Throughout the fiilm, it narrates the Wilde's story aobut the Selfish Giant. It seems that he is describing hmself, but the story ends with the word of wounds of love. So whether is the price he is willing to pay or the Giant has come to appreciate the children as Wild is desperate to meet his boys.

One Last thing is another famous work by Wilde, the portrait of the young artist Dorian Gray. When the real man withered and old, the paint become young and hansome again. Masks and faces are hard to differentiate. Which one is truer, platry jouissance or homesexual jouissance of the lost?

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Wilde quotes

  • Lord Alfred 'Bosie' Douglas: [Oscar is ill in bed] You look such an idiot lying there. Revolting. Have you forgotten how to wash?

    Oscar Wilde: As a matter of fact, I'm dying for a glass of water.

    Lord Alfred 'Bosie' Douglas: Well, help yourself. You know where the jug is.

    Oscar Wilde: Bosie, darling...

    Lord Alfred 'Bosie' Douglas: It stinks in here. You'll be wanting me to empty your chamber pot next.

    Oscar Wilde: Well, I emptied your chamber pot... I looked after you...

    Lord Alfred 'Bosie' Douglas: Well, I'm not looking after you. Not now. You don't interest me, not when you're ill. You're just a boring, middle-aged man with a blocked-up nose.

    Oscar Wilde: Bosie, dearest boy...

    Lord Alfred 'Bosie' Douglas: SHUT UP! Dearest boy! Darling Bosie! It doesn't mean anything! You don't love me! The only person you've ever loved is yourself. You like me, you lust after me, you go about with me because I've got a title. That's all. You like to write about Dukes and Duchesses, but you know nothing about them. You're the biggest snob I've ever met, and you think you're so daring because you fuck the occasional boy.

    Oscar Wilde: Bosie, please... You're killing me...

    Lord Alfred 'Bosie' Douglas: You just about do when you're at your best. You're amusing, very amusing, but when you're not at your best, you're no one!

    Oscar Wilde: All I asked for was a glass of water...

  • John Gray: I'm not good enough for him anymore. I'm just the son of a carpenter, while Bosie...

    Robbie Ross: Oscar's only ever been smitten before. He was smitten with me. He was smitten with you...

    John Gray: I wasn't smitten.

    [long pause]

    John Gray: I loved him.

    Robbie Ross: Well, now he's fallen in love.

    John Gray: I'm halfway to hellfire and I'm not joking.

    Robbie Ross: Someone else was a carpenter's son.

    [John looks at Robbie, confused]

    Robbie Ross: I've given in and become a Catholic. I find Confession wonderfully consoling.

    John Gray: I can't go to Confession when I want to kill Bosie... and myself...