Sunday

DisSpIiCe 22

to splicE and DIsplice to displace the vowel of elongation to bifurcate the enunciation break the linear noRmative link

Displice and the monkeys were Mona`s sail. A button wore along her sheet in the shade of a shape not nearer to genesis and her remote control Roman. wAS fides herrr only cracker barrel hope ...

in the high weather of her hounding dogs she was dash and ampersand oveR OccaM and curlicue Something melts the metonym of her parent buttocks.


There is nothing Jill won`t do to make incarnadine her zombiesh ways of Hector and bumtagging her night is a somber plate of jewls and a madderpiece of MonaLisa and her cracked smile, her hairbrained gawk of determination before the Japaneses tourists and the Noh theatre.

Inside her arse is the pediment of truth, hangaring around her last body soap




Kiss a molecule she made desire.

Not a spa either and not a death camp where soldiers match her body to the gaze
but a disembowelled trusser that hangs her guts on the wind

Wednesday

I professor BuTler

   

 
        one thousand a night a day a scaffold it tries climbs on I professor Butler open the ancestral
 bane bath of nights and days

 

so theN Jill writing thee plateaus against the idiots  and celibates of A---------poesy, their domination wide signifier power trip trap against the voice of Canadada vowels, their pleasaunt song and saunter dashed by the hills of Usaville wanger crude as the product of oil it barreled rolling its shatterdom butts against the world of rhythm tress battened in Jill made her marriage eternal forever by the life beats of song not the cacalic of Americoot and its whiphouse spondeelay of rominance

 
one nowhere to hide go for Mona mud in the belly button tap of her pompom play left by her arse theresong.

 
otheRwise bodies were reknown in the image of ululation and the past. the reels of summer past porked the leadbum of her designs.

Not more,,yet, anddouble comma Mona, looked for more comedy  by the daughter of caporal she made the lorgnette see her Irish blather

D&Voiced:Final Partitions

This strange project of text - deleuzoguattarian voices manywriters in the world of the deleuzeguattari readers. Thank yous go to the others of the words cuts, stung, crinked, cracked... others ... choose to remain anonymous. Their words have woven the text in the montage of epistemes and moving and midspring muddy patrols of plateaux.Orpheus First words of the Reader in theDesire Zones we shall overcome? who the hell shot him?



"the real comes down to matter and rots with it"......artaud.....ombelic des limbes..... langauge is articulation of limbs no?..... Nietzzsche says I smell all philosophies when reading them right?.... its zArathustra or one of those books .... the antibody thinkers??? ....ascetic priests.....deleuze was sick much of the time....th real question then gets translated back into an anti-body ....philosophy not very Jewish....??SpinOza? Derridadada?....deleuze... not monotheisic you mean ....not so.... very Christian.... either... or except as its been penetrated... as pointed out in W.i .P.... we are all parts of great mechanosphere... b.w.o. is just that __symptom of a sick thinker no? ............ we ll nietzsche was sick too .. ...couldnt even eat spicy food... he, Nietzsche looked into void until it looked back and laughed ..... at that point i was conceived (I, Nietzsche's Daughter)... folie des grandeurs....j.c. said to moma after he ran off to temple and Her and Joeseph ... was looking for him ..... What have I do with thee woman? I am about my father's business ... another chapter/verse? in n.test[a]ment.
She[mama] come looking for J.C with brothers/sisters saying hey we want you HOME! ....Him say

I've been repressing that one ever since we met ....i've been repeating that line over and over to all who will listen ...it's damn good ... especially when declaimed .... truly making language sttttuuuuuttter ... twisting words into wrought iron
....
... book 'em ... him a book .... .. open? closed? .....a bible

he books (slang for getting the hell outta there) ... he points to
himself ... who iz my brothers/sisters/ they is who obey[latin:listen and.... auditer] to mE Father's word[s]. Me no Heidegger say Greek Logos not .... same as Word of JC.

bu .... .. t what is word? ...... ..... .but if jc was a hipster he must've read all the neoplatonic stuff ... circulating in the roman empire> > > philo synthesizd the traditions (jewgreek is greekjew) 20bc to 50 ad> > > so jc ouldve been aware of that> > > it was a rich syncretic scene as i am sure you know> > > mytery cults > > > the essenes> > > desert cults> > > stoics and epicureans and cynics and neoplotz> > > gymnosophists> > > a lone sadhu going up in flames in a greek agora> > > > > > > > > but is jc's word's his > > > what about paul or augie> > > barbelognostics said he was a snake> > > > > > > > > > in hebrew is breath is is spirit in latin greek> > > > > > > > etc.> > > > > > > > forgot what im trying to say!> > > >> > > "what the hell am i trying to say" as stephen says> > > he never used such a cheap word!> > > in greek gramme is also word for word> > > "something written or drawn" grapheme lexeme> > > > > > akin to carve> > > remember antiO's reading of niet's idea that writing begins with cruelty> > > of inscription: scarification , tatooing, marks and remarks> > > "man could never do without blood when he wanted to create a memory for> > > himself" That is All Derrida by way of Nietzsche/he is 'behind'> > it all> > > > > > > Am Im say'me!> > > > INsay[n]e!> > > >> > > en-sang> > > he sang> > > > > > > So he jc think he be the Word> > > > > > > > but there is no "the" word> > > > > > > > or is it a question of literalism in the jewish tradition?> > > > > > > caballah and rabbis interpret word> > > so they always mean in terms of tradition of commentary> > > genesis story has been read in terms of each word representing (wrong> > > word) embodying divierse energies of the cosmic man> > > > > > so no think it literal> > > but numinous> > > matter to be read in terms of the i am that am what i am> > > ut also literal in terms of law> > > prohibitions on pigs and all the other stuff> > > and no wonder pigs eat their own shit> > > hence writing as pigshit is really a weird thought> > > > > > > > > > iota in hebrew is literally one of the knots with which the law> > > > > > > > is knotted and tied.> > > > so the law against patriarchy begins with j.c> > > >> > > > > > certes he is anti-gordian> > > but perhaps jc sees as sublation of law while paul posits clean break> > > perhaps> > > > > > pounds says "damn perhapz"> > > > > > > and now goes to the Sisters> > > > > > > > so therefore ecriture feminine> > > > > > > > > > > > > > eminent conclusion> > > > > > > > > "all rivers must run blood today" as stubbs says in the white whale> > > > > > only the spear that made the wound can cure it> > > > > > Then she wrote:> > > 'The D. piece is one of the most moving tributes I have> > > readby one man for another. Im working on translating and getting it> > > published. In fact, I may write to D and get the go ahead.> > > ahead. Of which I think there will no problem. One of things in> > > it that is so moving is the testimonial to their friendship, of which you> > > were unaware completely. But I am not surprised. I never saw a> > > necessary> > > conflict between their works. Derrida says they had been planning abook> > > together. But they waited too long. SOmething I suppose we all should> > > think about. Life being short. The photograph of Deleuze (faded as it was)> > > was very moving - one could see how good and friendly and of course that> > > he was ill by the cane he is leaning on. One could hear the rythms of> > > Derrida's words very clearly. He never wastes ink. I wish You could say> > > thesame. God I love Deleuze. Even his sickness (like Genet's throat cancer)> > > is moving. I hope that doesnt sound sentimental. What else - oh this you> > > Well, I am not only way over the top but "past all that" anyhow. I dont> > > mean to sound deliberately obscure with that remark.'> > > > > > > > > > > > No, I will not enter this debate. It is not a "critique" in any> > > simple sense, but a question.> > > > > > he says "immanence is mystery sans doute" c'est n'est pas une> > > critique, > > > > > > we are beyond such questions by now.> > > > > > re:bwo/ i cant say> > > > > > > > > > > > phrenos is heart in greek, and you left me feeling a little hurt> > > that you were not sensitive to that nuance .... en> > tout cas > > > let it be. And it is better that you not say> > > things such> > > > > > as > > > "but jane look at critique etc..."> > > > > > the but is dysfunctional and pre multiple> > > no information yield you might say in enginerring terms> > > > > > > > > acts a marker of limits and not discussion> > > > > > celerity is what we seek no?> > > sobriety of norwegian lakes> > > > > > > > > derrida like deleuze is always expansive and word> > > like but> > > > > > is very limiting and strikes one (two three) es> > > as a praxis of > > > negation and therefore false> > > > > > not a move in the affirmative but> > > > > > a dialectical comma> > > > > > > > > > > > ie theologians> > > > > > i hear ressentiment > > > i would not venture to say what derrida means when he speaks> > > > > > of a friend without great trepitude> > > > > > > > > > > > let the mice in as kafka might say: that word "but" cest pas bon.> > > > > > > > > > > > > No, I will not enter this debate.> > > > > > > > that way mad ness lies> > > > > > > > It is not a "critique" in any> > > > > simple sense,> > > > > > > > derrida crit never is> > > > inhabiting in a certain way in order to question> > > > > > > > but a question.> > > > >> > > > a queerey dearey> > > > > > > > for del. question includes problem as idea as complex of singularities > > > > and their relations and elements> > > > > > > > like heidegger on question of meaning of being> > > > > > > > for der. question is open> > > > like heidegger on opennness of temporality towards future> > > > > > > > del. gives too many answers seems to me> > > > > > > > > he says "immanence is mystere sans doute" c'est n'est pas une> > > > > critique,> > > > >> > > > mysteries are for theologians> > > > > > > > sexual spinoza> > > > see coleridge's ode to eolian harp> > > > > > > > fin de siecle stoff> > > > > > > > > we are beyond such questions by now.> > > > >> > > > > > > > yes yes yes > > > > > > > > > > > > we are> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > i suppose> > > > > > > > > celerity is what we seek > > > > > sobriety> > > > > is very limiting and strikes one (two three) es> > > > > as a praxis of> > > > > negation and therefore false> > > > > > > > > > not a move in the affirmative but> > > > > > > > > > a dialectical comma secret..." Shit lady, what do you expect? I was with her after the> > > funeral ands he tossed me these few scraps. Besides that was in another ... country, and the wench is dead. .... 'Immanence ... .... . I say hello and you say goodbye ..... and poesie .......... and vision ...... ......and martyrdom......

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