Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman?
Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything
You say is ricochetin' off of me, and it'll glue to you and
I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
How can you not love this language?
It’s beauty and pain and relentless anguish
Each twist and turn that you’re controlling
Taste each verb as of ya tongue it’s rolling
Nothing is more entertaining
Than fuckin’ with words and their arrangement
Every syllable can rhyme
If you will afford the time
But now I’ll leave it there alright?
And simply declare
From Lacan by Lionel Bailly pg 124:
There is just as much, if not greater jouissance in the functioning of the mind than in the functioning of any other bodily part. The ability to cross the bar of metaphor, to operate in the symbolic realm – to conceptualise, to analyse, and to rationalise – are all libidinal functions, which entail enjoyment of the mere functioning of the intellect. One can observe in children who have just successfully integrated the laws of language the enjoyment they derive from reading and other Symbolic activities. Nonsense rhymes, limericks, and puns are screamingly funny for children (and adults) who fully understand the rules of language and society are being broken. This is jouissance, rather than pleasure, for no tension is reduced, and often they try to sustain it for as long as they can, piling joke upon joke, until the rules collapse, and the enjoyment dissipates.
