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Anne Sauvagnargues - De l’interprétation à l’expérimentation I

Manuel Candré : Deleuze, deux faces

Gilles Deleuze (DR)Gilles Deleuze (DR)

DEmiLEUquinZE (Face A)
J’ai rencontré Deleuze, j’avais vingt ans, et son Nietzsche, petit ouvrage conçu comme un bestiaire philosophique, alors que j’étais descendu au Mans pour un festival de jazz (nous y verrions Christian Vander faire un jam avec son maître Elvin Jones. Nous étions trois, Jean-Christophe C., Nicolas B. Elvin Jones, tout de rouge vêtu, rugissait derrière les toms, Christian Vander avait les yeux blancs).
Deleuze a été pour moi, là, une lecture supplémentaire, enrichie si on veut, de Nietzsche et rien de plus. La déflagration s’est produite plus tard, 10 ans peut-être.




and and that dirty little crook ~

__________________________ yer puling another Dt mister<

recall   it was me i'm quite sure _ hurling what is metaphysics-- by the german guy heidegger ____ into the yard, watching as it burned.
that was 72. the next year in Paris, we heard Deleuze lecturing. ..

the crisp 1.25 book going up in flames crackling away

the summer night

It was fun that year
and the years

as they burned
our teacher's voice
hurling his raptured thundered rhapsodes



and tape recorders

and poetry afterwards

the cafes and room


and the smell


the world

and that dirty little book
burning so brightly


are you doing

and the next

we heard Antioedipus



its strands
shaped up

over the decade
to the


Plateau after


a thousand in all



theiiiiiiiii, fucked again

There are those who will maintain that the schizo is incapable of uttering the word I, and that we must restore his ability to pronounce this hallowed word. All of which the schizo sums up by saying: they're fucking me over again.

Anti-Oedipus (p.23)_______________________>> go ahead
read the bloody book

or sleep with it ~
be a lover

_________________ FanMail:  to CDuffy__ yer fictive personal live s as highschizo
in Paris, Dublin, London and the air-plane of immanence is amusing. Lifting Liltin yer banner high yer a low liar, a scoundrel and dirty dog! a pure personaefictation!

andbesides that dirty little book is not the dirty little secret!~



sow is wha t philoSophy?


 sow is what philosophy?

 sown metaphors of concepts relaying their train of knowledge.a  cinema crowd in her head. wisdom's wide golden hip/

against the power the powers that be/ which r always the tower of babelling  a ziggarrut of dust and bust
   raking the sky

 w e'd prefer boats rushivng over the water clinging to the skin of the sea than

   the exhaust  dinosaurs of the sky 

  Whenas I see Socrates head in the sea surfacing again with questions and dialectics
     propounding and unpounding the twist and yearn

of the proportionate point

 is therea question prior to the answer

.  We dialogue Deleuze we do. We dialoue every day in radio f.m. /a.m. and our communications are wireless not the not deadbeat waves of those in the mountains

 nor the dead air waves of those in Switzerland

   but it's the live wires of living conversation chattering across the centuries clasped in books and horned wave elements particles of truth i n their hands

  this is Jill and Mona handy in  their h a n  d  s o  m   e        .



"What is Philosophy" Gilles Deleuze, Felix Guattari; A. Sekatskii, Mikhailova (Part One)_Dig It _RuSsiAn Style


The problem  is, for us Other Deluzians us Hyperboreans ,dear Karamazov,
is  that we don't understand a word of Russian!


________________________< Ah, yes but we do get the Z's.


jOhn _Milton's grave Ps and a note back to deleuze and

Deterritory verlainelefou wrote:

As once upon a  time Franny was writing about the roundabout Milton as 
   when a reader
would see threads glaring off the deep anchor of a piece  and       .... 

 so/one writes words. they make things happen in/out. i write in a nonconforming way  U disagree that's yer business...
                            Now Milton on-the one hand, is interesting as a prose writer as poet shaking between left hand 
right hand making the switches....


'so bucksome blithe and debonair'

 Other thoughts about the grave

 Grave as the metaphor of the critical drivel that has accumulated around
his work since his death. At first it was good, then it became manure shite
repetition, what was curiosity becomes the reflexive self preservation of a
class prejudice.

 In a Deleuze like pose one ca ask who does Milton take behind. MIlton the
Latin Secretary of Cromwell, Milton the mysogyne. Latin the blind man on the
run Milton is the class poet of his age: what a bore, as one drills through
the last bks. Always so derivative everywhere of Shakespeare, this religious
maniac, a man who neglects the Irish and exalts the Bible one strange
cockatoo of British nonsense One can go on and on.... 
 Tracking this and tracing this...
 yet the grave becomes the visible site and is indeed the visible locale
of violation.
 THe poets remains were stolen,removed, desecrated, put back;
Milton's dead body is the dead subject of his reified name. His fit fame for
few is a curse. He remains, like TS Eliot, the most cursed of the British

 THe more one reads Paradise Lost the less there is. One realises in fact
that the Waste Land began with this lengthy burial of Christianity, its last
aborted effort at justifying of course a god that cannot be justified.


Make your own bloody body without organs.
                                      We are difference engineers, ok?


... two... mornings...


One morning , p.m.,  Radio Deleuze  ( he) woke up and found  there were two Deleuzes. The one better known and world famous back to the ancient muster of mysteries of philosophy was immanent and traded difference to the immanent forever moment of its own immanence the ground immanent immanence, the difference each nano second of the billionth part. This person(a) was the better known to both former students, friends, colleagues, collective assemblages of enunciation___ and Nuns too! like Sister Maria Buttocks hailing from the late great Vatican 'ecole de philosophie' ___ and the hung dry night of desire machining its own agencenment path through thick and thin, thinking a king to its own demographic impulse. A capricious creation of desire night.

   The other was the clandestine transcendent Deleuze. A lesser known virtually comic figure.
Waving his hands on the baton of the dialectic one two and three! a sweeping retotalization of all history, time and place.

We'll come back to this. and other strange triads of eros and thanatos, the Oedipal mummy hid at the heart of every boy's lover  love relate and the pummeled fair wind of its simplicity and its dear
desk, its diamond brooch of surprise . A breast holding its mouth to the far end of hunger.


for to gather farther


For my own part I never wonder at any thing;--and so often has my judgement
deceived me in my life, that I always suspect it, right or wrong,--at
least I am seldom hot upon cold subjects. For all this, I reverence truth
as much as any body; and when it has slipped us, if a man will but take me
by the hand, and go quietly and search for it, as for a thing we have both
lost, and can neither of us do well without,--I'll go to the world's end
with him.

Tristram Shandy 



'Deleuze's last thought'


Nota:: this is the 'true' last essay of  Gilles Deleuze which is  a mere fragment. It is revealing however to note that Deleuze owns to transcendence in his last  thought. The philosopher of immanence and difference extrapolates difference in the grand transcendence of the inexplicable. One should also note that although it is dated 1988 the year after he gave up lecturing, that this essay was among the drafts being readied  for a small book published just before his death, Immanence; a Life, and What is Philosophy (co-signed with Felix-Guattari). Lest readers be scandalized finding this intrusion into their perception of the philosopher we present only the title until such time they are prepared for a re-study of the thinker's works.

   The beauty of transcendence

      Gilles Deleuze 1988.



Humanly Possible?


      ... are you dead? are you dead then? no it's me Deleuze that's dead speaking in the fictional personae of my habitation in the dead.. there's Milton flying there... and no capital is a proper name but we'll bend the rules of proper and/cropper....

     Mona hands her hand to the dead dying living behind born ahead of her dead time/dead end/ end begining her sweeping heart yanking/ then pulling him in  

The ghost of Guattari on the air-waves of every student / the voice of Deleuze in the afterworld as it 

hums the immanence of  god.. the second level of the  the seventh circle

i must say that I am no fan of how Eric Alliez talks but I dig his writing but as audio goes skip right ahead to  


   A little chat about and with the dead~

Stephan Nadaud's modest and poetic  inter-in-vention (see the link below)

________________________ Especially this

     talk of  Stephan Nadaud (l’hôpital de Ville-Évrard, Seine-Saint-Denis) – Is the Collective Assemblage of Enunciation Humanly Possible?



Nietzsche and

 His denunciation of Paul is unequivocal. He Paul is the maniac who created the edifice founded grounded cemented in ressentiment  the ressentiment of Christianity , its hatred, the hatred of the mob, the chandal resentment of those that feared what they had seen made of t heir
   Rabbonni Jesus of Nazareth.

 it is Paul, the pack-man who drills into the world around the Meditterrean basin his idea of the figure of Jesus

  the one with no enemies to hate
   the one who preached turning the other cheek

  the Crucified One

Initially it is his friends, his apostles the very ones who said wld.betray and deny him that turn

away from the terrible death in fear and horror. hidden , running, denying, spitting,making for the hills, the women , the two Mary's and some others


John ? who is John

  The last christian died on the cross Nietzsche tells us.

He calls Christ the Idiot, the one who cannot conceive of evil and rank,
he cannot hate as he knows not hate nor revenge

  The other  Jesus the vengeful one to come is the creation of John and Paul, and especially the latter.