8.30.2006

radio waves

waves of radio covet the ground covered or
listen for spinoza's ear
of compassion

or leather leaks the bike
or her eyes are hair

Professeur Deleuze holds forth on the geology of stars
et desastres



8.15.2006

you must heed

must heed his voice at this moment in history as it was & is

pierre-felix stone happiness of the guattari
his friend other selving of Gilles Radio Deleuze

music et

What is this outside link inside link: dubious terms at best, like hard ware software. ther e are linkse flat or forward on of plane of consistency, we trace them, track are they in or out?

call in them Indoor outdoor entrance exit tentacles:


at radio frequency ensemble in a little cafe a carafe
une agencement
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Over here smithmurphy [ indoor link?] listeners once more we vist this essay.. of this music and EAR.


"Though they do not limit their conception of pop to the traditionally defined market sector of mass-produced pop music, Deleuze and Guattari do emphasize that their thought often passes or resonates by way of what any Anglophone reader would immediately recognize as pop music.7 From their work in the Seventies onward, Deleuze and Guattari demonstrate a familiarity with many of the most respected and influential pop/rock songwriters and performers of the Sixties, Seventies and Eighties that goes well beyond the superficial humor and "street credibility" that such allusions provide. Ultimately, their references to pop music provide them and their readers with stabilizing refrains, points of connection and passage for rhizomatic thought, that are often as ...."



The 'external' link,
,
to Agitprop and some the ABC film with Parnet online
audio only .
Radio deleuze is not deluded, but inluding.




Papa D speaks
desire is construct an ensemble
a road a landscape a colour to make a woman
and in english to make
its rich
desire is constructivism



Mona nods her head brilliantly
Claire:yes Clifford





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is is it this between me and Felix and Gilles... the lines.. varying.. trip or Klossowski nw god is dead we 've no centre...
Sorry Monsuer Yeats...
gyre gear of radio