It should be clear that “truth,” as I am using it here, is not so much a property of statements as it is a relationship to the real; to hit the truth is to alight upon something that had never before been formulated in words and to bring it into speech, however haltingly or insufficiently at first. For it is in the impact that speech is able to have on the real that lies the power of psychoanalysis. Left to its own devices, the real does not change over time; like a traumatic war experience, it persists, insistingly returning in nightmares or even waking life (leading, at times, to what I would be tempted to call “intruthive thoughts”). It is only by symbolizing it in words—and in many cases it must be articulated a number of times in different ways—that one can begin to shift positions with respect to it.
Fundamentals of Psychoanalytic Technique: A Lacanian Approach for Practitioners Pg 77
If I was a smarter man I’d’ve never gave you momma’s wedding ring
I’d’ve went ahead and just pawned the thing
Skipped town and never called again
But your brain never listens to the songs that your heart’ll sing
I ain’t no Christian, that was momma’s thing
I don’t know how to pray and if I did I’m not too sure He’s listening
To me it’s whispering
I don’t know
Maybe there is some fucking magic in giving language to hidden things
Mark Carrigan 