Drifting with Deleuze « Isle of Lyngvi

Drifting with Deleuze « Isle of Lyngvi


The Situationist Drift is an example of a program that creates a Body without Organs and circulates charge across it.
By disengaging with the striated purpose of the city and the streets the drifter creates or allows a null to exist. This smooth space forms the body without organs. The organs of the city cut themselves loose from the organized system that makes a city an organism.
The next phase in the drifter’s program is to pass, or allow to pass, an intensive charge over the city’s body. This is the search for psychogeographic traces or the experiencing of synchronicities. The drifter feels, senses, these intensities rather than perceives them. Over time sites of power are found and returned to, zones of intensity like the power centers or charkas that form on the body as a result of a tantric or taoist alchemy program.
Drifts are not climactic but rather form plateaus, which the drifter can recapitulate or reconstruct. Climaxes are a collapse of the fields either through explosion or implosion. The intensity spikes and the body without organs falls back into the systems of an organism. Sometimes of course the climax collapses into a different organism than the one that generated the fields

Intellectuals & Power: A conversation between Michel Foucault and Gilles Deleuze | libcom.org

Intellectuals & Power: A conversation between Michel Foucault and Gilles Deleuze libcom.org

this old talk I gave with Michel, back in the early seventies and Mister Duffy the producer of this radio blog read it as early as 79! now fare that! my fare well weather bounders buddies, biddies and mopers!


lOVE
Gilles a Cliff (trebleclef!)

_________________ And remember the plaint complaint is like a prayer! a chant! a cry to heaven! O Lord c'est too much! Its sublime ~ the complaint the plaint the song of the people ~ the cry of the excluded ~ Our theory is to make a practice that includes everyone! Remember the days at Vincennes so to get up Si really early arriving a t the
great lectures how you complained of the hours!O

Rimbaud's plain t O you weepers and keeners!


A lover's complaint

Shakespeare's

A Lover's Complaint

FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded
A plaintful story from a sistering vale,
My spirits to attend this double voice accorded,
And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale;
Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,
Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,
Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain.


Upon her head a platted hive of straw,
Which fortified her visage from the sun,
Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw
The carcass of beauty spent and done:
Time had not scythed all that youth begun,
Nor youth all quit; but, spite of heaven's fell rage,
Some beauty peep'd through lattice of sear'd age.

______________________________> the whole
complaint can be read with tears in
one's eyes~ and ears ~ here