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Entries for August, 2006

August 5th, 2006

Shel Silverstein and Lacan

Posted by over_the_EdGE at 12:46 PM on August 5, 2006.

I stumbled across this today and it brought a smile to my usually glum face. I had used "The Missing Piece" for my H1 Adv LT (goody) and this just, well, complicated things.

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Shel Silverstein’s The Missing Piece: A Lacanian Reading


Shel Silverstein’s book The Missing Piece creates a system of relations between beings where the structure of desire is presented without gender, but references a division between beings that resembles gender.
Nate Garrelts

The children’s book The Missing Piece, first published in March 1976, has just been reissued in a thirtieth anniversary edition. In it, author/illustrator Shel Silverstein succeeds in creating a system of relations between beings where the Lacanian structure of desire is presented without gender, but at the same time references a division between beings that resembles gender. As I’ll show below, the book seems to be the perfect primer for children on the gender theories of French psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan (1901-1981).

Like the Lacanian subject, Silverstein’s pie-missing-a-slice character It is consumed with the desire to fill the lack created by some pre-existing castration. A castration It is aware of, yet does not, nor most likely cannot, explain. It is propelled by this felt need. The book begins:


It was missing a piece
And it was not happy
So it set off in search
of its missing piece
And as it rolled
It sang this song –
"Oh I'm looking for my missin' piece
I'm looking for my missin' piece.
Hi-dee-ho, here I go,
Lookin' for my missin' piece."

In the first encounter It has with a pie shaped “missing piece,” It immediately deploys the rhetoric of the demanding “possessor” subject. Without asking any questions or even stopping to see if the piece fits, It sings “I've found my missin' piece." To which the pie-slice immediately objects:

"Wait a minute" said the piece
"Before you go greasing your knees
and fleecing your bees..."
"I am not your missing piece.
I am nobody's piece.
I am my own piece.
and even if I was
somebody's missing piece,
I don't think I'd be yours!"

After the initial rejection by the first piece, It realizes that finding the object of one’s desire will not fill the lack. Instead, It must also ensure that the object of desire wants this attention--is playing the role of the objectified being. Realizing this, a later encounter is different:

"Hi!" It said.
"Hi!" said the piece
"Are you anybody else's missing piece?"
"Not that I know of."
"Well, maybe you want to be your own piece?"
"I can be someone's and still be my own."
"Well, Maybe you don't want to be mine."
"Maybe I do!"
"Maybe we won't fit..."
"Well..."
"Hummmmm?"
"Ummmmmm?"

It fit
It fit perfectly
At last! At last!

As Kaja Silverman writes in her text The Subject of Semiotics, “one could say of the Lacanian subject that it is almost entirely defined by lack” (151). She continues, in a discussion of the assumptions fundamental to Lacan’s argument, that the origin of “the human subject derives from an original whole which was divided in half, and that its’ existence is dominated by the desire to recover its’ missing complement.” This missing compliment is often referred to as the phallus, which is simply defined as the object of desire. Appropriations of Lacan by scholars such as Elizabeth Grosz identify the fundamental exchange of the phallus as occurring between a man who desires to posses the phallus and a woman who desires that she be possessed as the phallus. Silverstein’s children’s book manages to depict each of these components clearly without gender-based references. For Silverstein’s It, the lack is taken as a given; lack is a preexisting condition that stimulates desire, demand, and action and gender plays no part in this condition—except to socially interpolate people into various roles.

Of course, Lacan’s formulation is not perfect. When we recognize ourselves as the object of desire, it is also accompanied by our recognition of the other as a split self, someone else experiencing lack (someone who could not complete another being)—this would be like patching an inner tube with a patch that has a hole. Perhaps this is why in Shel Silverstein’s second book about the missing piece, The Missing Piece Meets the Big O, the impossibility of the other to create a whole is finally accepted when the lack is not filled but instead denied an existence. Instead of singing a happy song and trying to find a compliment to itself, the missing piece eventually takes the advice to roll itself into a whole on its own. If there is no lack, there is no desire, and the whole can therefore exist.




For further study:

Grosz, Elizabeth. Jacques Lacan: A Feminist Introduction. New York: Routledge. 1998.

Silverman, Kaja. The Subject of Semiotics. New York: Oxford U P, 1983.

Slverstein, Shel. The Missing Piece. New York: HarperCollins, 1976.

See also the website Lacan dot com .

Nate Garrelts is Assistant Professor of English at Saginaw Valley State University in Michigan.

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Currently listening to: Avenue Q
Currently feeling: BLARGH

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August 14th, 2006

I'm Normal!!!

Posted by over_the_EdGE at 06:39 PM on August 14, 2006.

I just realized that I'm actually normal or that I'm actually capable of having a relatively normal life.

Last Saturday I actually went out with friends who are not from Xavier. This is such a relief because as of the late, I realized that my life is defined by Xavier School.

How bad is it? I don't see my friends anymore. The only friends I see are those who work here. I go to work on Saturdays. I feel like I've undertimed if I spend less than twelve hours here. I only go home to sleep. I have breakfast and lunch here - sometimes even dinner. And if Xavier kicks me out because teachers can't stay after 9 PM, there's always Ashcreek. Whew, talking about being married to your job!

It was such a relief to be able to break away from the daily grind of being "Cher." However my friends are always fascinated with my stories of teaching...oh well.

I suppose you can't win 'em all!
Currently listening to: The Last 5 Years
Currently reading: Beyond the Chocolate War
Currently feeling: Oddly content

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August 15th, 2006

Okay maybe not so...

Posted by over_the_EdGE at 05:40 PM on August 15, 2006.

Okay, maybe I'm not so normal.

One moment's high is a prelude to the impending fall.

Last night was great. I got check a ton of work, but only more to face even more today.

Last evening, I reconnected with a friend, only to feel a little bit more distant with another.

I ended up sleeping more than I should, only to feel more tired (and stressed) in the morning.

Great, when will this end?

Someone tell lady luck that I'm stuck here.


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Someone show me a way to get outa here,
'cause I constantly pray I'll get outa here.
Please, won't somebody say I'll get outa here.
Someone gimme my shot or I'll rot here.
Show me how and I will, I'll get outa here.
I'll start climbin' uphill and get outa here.
Someone tell me I still could get outa here.
Someone tell lady luck that I'm stuck here.
Gee, it sure would be swell to get outa here,
bid the gutter farewell and get outa here.
I'd move heaven and hell to get outa skid,
I'd do I dunno what to get outa skid,
but a hell of a lot to get outa skid,
people tell me there's not a way outa skid,
but believe me, I've gotta get outa skid row.


-Skid Row (Downtown), Little Shop of Horrors
Currently feeling: Down

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August 17th, 2006

Out Of Roads

Posted by over_the_EdGE at 06:56 PM on August 17, 2006.

Out Of Roads
(Song of the Prodigal Son)
Music: Arnel dC Aquino, SJ
Lyrics: Johnny Go, SJ

I just ran out of roads again
Don’t know where to turn
I started counting stars again
Then I lost my way
I just ran out of time again
Will I ever learn
To stop my chase of hours again
Only to learn I’ve lost the day?

The last thing I need
Is to hear this whisper in the wind
The last thing I want
Is this voice that rises from within
I’ll need to go home soon, I know
But maybe tomorrow, not now
When the last thing I need here and now
Is this lasting need for you.

I’ve been rushing out of rooms again
Too afraid to stay
I’ve been dreaming of some rainbow’s end
But the colors melt away.
Should my heart be like an open door
Helpless to the storm,
Permit your wind to touch my soul
Only to leave this aching song?

The one thing I need
Is to hear your whisper in the wind
The one thing I want
Is your voice that rises from within
I need to go home soon to you
Won’t wait for tomorrow, right now
For the one thing I need here and now
Is this haunting need for you
This haunting need for you.

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August 28th, 2006

Posted by over_the_EdGE at 07:18 PM on August 28, 2006.

What fool of man steps before the feet
A monster deep four years asleep
Aroused from what eternal slumber
By such disturbance on this hour

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