do wha

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stuttering into the new year like a country place on fire


a piece of work a tail ending a raging furnace a sleeping bag  a wet mit
a train undone 


a n expectation  




a  missed  lip


a  train awkwardly making its own dainty way without the likes of do 


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you ring you hush you sigh the beat of brilliant adjectives
the light cambers down a husky to play its




____________


even I has worn day

YUCkTUrd HolY FamBlEe

________________________________________First you betray Angelic
Doctor Deleuzy to BiG BaD AlAIn BadiOU!
and then the


christ!

mass! drivel! what sort of patois de schizophreni is that?

Now Mister D was that a  lapse into the worst sort of boggy sentimentalism?

For Joseph will be travel-tired,

And Mary pale and wan,

And they can sleep a little while

Before they journey on   ~.

________________

let s erase it

and write

the real

thing

the 

empty triangle

a true

jo

and his

wan

mary

was

buggerd

by

the empire

of the

spirit!

radio deleuze: Yuletide ~
_________________________Who shall hear this song drops dead in the marsh covering the swollen peat of ireland  new foundering poverty!
__________________As for the Shakeascene well ya cant go wrong with his words so we ll tilt the show
therewards to the secret escapading silences of that plays dramatic finale!

Felix  was absolutely riight! Now that monstroSity has to be deOeDiPalize and deterri

De Kerr

A Tized___________________________________

each pipe has to be purged a curetTagge!s vOuSplait!

post Thing PedAGoGiCAl De PoSitions represszions compressions

Foucault was lookin one way re the nouveau philos... it looks to me as the similar dividing lines you see in Poetry and Art... and Prof. Challenger D the other . But really you gotta kind of look at these philo fights as boxing matches... somewhere else Gilles Deleuze wrote that philo wars are mock fights... of course callin it a shadow row is a bit platonic...anyhow its supebd the video now has subtitles.. cheers to alll_- People also tend to forget how funny Deleuze was in the lectures... you dont sort of see that in the Abcdairy... at Vincennes things were intense, passionate, and yeah, funny ! Alors, he used to say all the time.

 Everyon ewho watchs the AbCEDAIR knows that Deleuze 

was really a MaoiSt   he had to be there wa sno other ChoICe . Him and His Pal Badiou!

_________________________There was a time

a clandestine

night

when

nought

a wake

soul

was

awake!

Gilles

called

Alain

an

Alain

called

his friends

frenzies

and Fou

le CaULT

they all gathered

to adore

and worship the 

wee

red

Booke

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1. plateau)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
2. plato
3. aristotal
4. ArTauD
5. AEneaS_____________________________

Heraclitus

becoming
Parmenides

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http://post.thing.net/

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Yuletide ~

 Friends and  Readers __ Season's Greetings __ Much good will, blessings and safe travelling no matter where you are going, even if it's to the corner! A lot can happen on a walk, or  a stroll. So be well and as serene as possible. Each day's passing moment bring us closer to eternity. That eternity, which I believe is already here.  

          My teacher __ __ "Il a été mon maître" ___and perhaps your teacher   too  French philosopher  Gilles Deleuze describes this eternity as immanence and wrote in his books many times over about the importance of this world, and of living in this world. William Blake, the English poet, spoke of infinity in a blade of grass and eternity in a grain of sand. In this world, this one , here and now, which is all the others whence they begin and end and begin again all over  ~  .

I am includin'  this traditional Irish song. Christmas in Ireland is celebrated from the Eve until the day of the epiphany on January 6th. What we used to call 'Little Christmas. ' Enjoy

The Kerry Christmas Carol

Brush the floor and clean the hearth

And set the fire to keep,

For they might visit us tonight

When all the world's asleep.

Don't' blow the tall white candle out

But leave it burning bright

So that they'll know they‘re welcome here

This Holy Christmas night.

Leave out the bread and meat for them'

And sweet milk for the child,

And they will bless the fire, that baked

And, too, the hands that toiled.

For Joseph will be travel-tired,

And Mary pale and wan,

And they can sleep a little while

Before they journey on   ~.

_

 And from the Bard himself

Some says, that ever 'gainst that Season comes;
Wherein our Saviours Birth is celebrated,
The Bird of Dawning singeth all night long:
And then (they say) no Spirit can walk abroud,
The nights are wholesome, then no Planets strike,
No Fairy takes, nor Witch hath power to Charme:
So hallow'd, and so gracious is the time.

Shakespeare
From Hamlet, Act. i scene i.

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The truths of poetry are not necessarily

those of hard  'fact.'

IN Shakespeare's Hamlet 
 scene five






 the grieving & grief ripped prince ,Hamlet,
 who's seen the
ghost of his papa

 reminds his dear friend Horatio,

'

'There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy'

 ~ 

 The two H's
speak across the two poles
of their 
mutually share d
'unconscious.'


 H for Hamlet is the less pragmatic
 H for Horatio is the  pragmatic 


.


It is their
combination
that into the two that's one
that democratizes 
them  both
for us non princes   ~


Us citizens of the multitude   ~
 who become by dint of it
Princes of the earth  holiness  ~

________________

  the immanence of the earth
is its own salving






the magnificence of its continual
thrust




'There is another world
and it is right here

'

Paul Eluard


Hush so the breath of the world


________________

Communist Christmas__COme Joinnnnnnnnnnnnnn the Parrrrrrrrrteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Happy Christmas from all at Rathergood! This is our Christmas song! We thought we'd get back to what Christmas is really supposed to be all about - the Workers' Utopia and death to enemies of the state!

Cause there s a red star on the Christmas Tree A HAmmer for you and A SickLe for me Good Will to all Men Lets Celebrate by purGing the enemies of the state

All of this

wonderful

COmmUnIst

Love

from

Come Join the Parteeeeeee

the zanY

JoYous

Rather Good

WeBSite

 Theres a non
spectacle 
imbibing
the world
its called the New
Communism 
its red
with
Love s
red
Hosiery
the finery
of the many
___________

worse than ...

aggregate ______________ensemble

assemblage_______ agencement

_________je desir dans un ensemble

the lines run in an 'agencement'

je desir dans un agencement  ~ (the terms start to slide) ( as in

the molar molecular becoming

transforming

becoming one the

other)

I desire in a set

that breaks

flows

aggregates

a constructivism

thus

the english

term

Assemblage

with its many

connotations

We assemble

dissemble

reassemble

desire c'est construire un agencement

construire un ensemble~

it becomes

fun

as the terms

bat

around

as it were

flicker'

from this to that 

 it is 

I never want anything alone

one might

say

the old 

i change

i am the same

i change

i am the same

 a colour

make a region

we

hear the shape

of geological

metaphor

or rather

machines

go to this cafe

go to this boutique

it runs

into this

place

 une region

agencie  

in the place

of the agency

the region

 the area

the district

you are a geologist

a constructor

So your Lego ToolS!

So SImPle

a

 Child

________ Constructing the space of your desire

_____________Mister Poet refine your agency tools aggregate~ your ensemble assemblies

your memories her to

her saving grace

salvo to her immanent dance

over the surface

of the event

'... the air that

surrounds

her

as she saunters

her shirt

buttons

...'

flowers around her ...

 then think of factories

and assembly lines

 --- lines that fly

off those leaking

away

from the routine  ~ its not complicated...

my desire is the line

in the backyard of the world over

there  ~    

     and there   ~ 

collectif

agencement  ~ the collective   ~ in pieces flow/break ~

he smiles as he

speaks of 

the fous

theytoo

had their 

discipline

their agencement

their assemblage

an assemblage

un agencement   ~ a dance  ~hand back n forth  ~ 

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whore and buckropes

  Once it was Heil  Heidegger!

Now its Heil H__ Hegel~ the hated hat man of what was that country ? the land of the pig giant GoethE? that name no woman says without curdling her blood and the gallows humour an dhe glamour industtrye we dont prouncouce wrds anylonggeras Our plates goes . So gloss thy parts O article of SHite and demean your porucupia farder. Iw as in Dublin? Awye We saw the end of Hoverty. But skipped to blank ship of.




Have done with it soon enough. Asthe leaking transcendence of false pretenders renders doubt dead. Redders its slowforwad cause. Simple as the smile of your thigh.


________________________________________ yes the little general from Slovenia who thinks totalization's a good idea pounds that out quite often Molarizing each and every event. then he gets nostalgic! but we UnderStand Herr Z~! we do, you hear the the imagined workers of your country pleading holding their hands saying!
We'd work for that! 
we'd be grateful!
We'd even do more for less slav slaves that we are! Knitters and woolers of the cap and deed.


butch it aint that way dis it? its gaworse. eh? workr dontgaves a fuckswheel uptheirerses of their others/ Big and small . Get its.? So finds the molecUlE mole the mole __ the inside dope o' th' travelling particle.


O General Z I remember another noted Bird man Brigadier Orders Doctor Dereader.
TYesp I recalls that wones


et Colonel Foucault and MOnsieur Sartre top Spy of the Blazing Navy of Battalions and Lions of the Sheeps et Skin. O Phonography! How you have met me!




and EspIon DebAuavoIr and tout le gang et les autresss et outres. mes amants et terreurs.


____________________________Ishawlcomebeck?  We shall we shall
_____________________________________________________ thee spuds are willing indead ~.


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One must stay house arrrested long enoughs to gunderstand gese theng.


-Ouishld continue our diatribal
~
________________________________ Noyans  et Antrustions!




The birdcagezz lilting on St. Laurent boulevard roun' tha sentence of the whirled. You heated lap is toppeD its range and lovered its god.

Clifford without a face obscured his studies at Vincennes and that was . And she met her there. And he too  ~ O holy of one two there three  ~ there it go that Hair 

                                                              that Hair!

| 
_________________________Le docteur de schizoanallas! |Un rêve de continuité ! et contumace  ~ 


________________________________> Aye then u mean the continental night is that it?
_____________________________________> Ya gotta it lazzie we aint here four 'ousewives of that other hengland . Nor irish to the gages of thier enropement.

2

____________________________________________OliPHant politisse to the limit... but typographic tricks wont do it

  poets disappear daily/ 'et

verse goes ~ infi ~kniGHte?                              

no its immanent to the instant ~

____________________________>

 archive interview with Duffy 1999 

_ Paris magazine_ Orpheus Transit.

     (defunct)

I._ When you first went to live inthe street of Amsterdam was it voluntary?Or was this determined by the notion of scarcity and the idea of village between the paths of dialect and molecule? 


C.D. __________________________________________________________No, not really my lover, the one from the Nethernet_erlands basically left me high and dry. 


And in desperation I became a street person, or street saunterer.Not a fun place to be! With nowhere to put my books! and clothes. She was peeved at me because of this difference about what a sex ought to be... She was cute, and naive, I corrected her , she went beserk, cancelling our love duet---t , and not literary took_ all this personally. Then we become fucklovers on the welfed avenues of Europe. 




I got pregnant and she wished she was my dog, or cat . Say. then I went to live with Paris.

 She had a chariot. She was good with the whip. Fancy that. I wasa literay star with books in the libraries of Lutece. I._ You mean a street person, literally or internetedly? lost in the blogsphere? the web? the internaut of nomad on a fine piece of territory? 

C.D._ As someone once said I mean it literally and in all senses of the word.

 I._ After you won the prize what were your thoughts? 

C.D. I thought O, good I can go live near the place where whats his name painted. 


I._ Did you take the winter seminar with Alliez?  (she means Guattari seminars 80's)




 C.D. that was when I received the Canada Council grant for second book of a writer in the third place of the fouth union and the secondary mentions as well as publication in a juried major out of Canada literary type of magazine. Some bureaucratic crapola. However, having mumbled off that mouthful I must say it was fun living in London before things went haywire and my g_f. of that time died. You dig? Then she left me some weird ideas in her will and lasting testament. Like she said, it might be an idea for me to consider settling in Amsterdam with her best and oldest friend. Which I did, for a year. Then went back. To truer becomings which simply meant no commitments before 330 in the afternoon. You know when Iw as in my 30s and 40s I had at least what? five books and two won awards. I really did get bored. What difference does it make that critical essays or master's students wrote an essay about this work? she had said to me, Kathy _ it was all the same to her self. 


A text of that sort meant no wheels turning in the night. So yes, I did live with someone who was almost, you could say, her double. It was spooky. Once we had phone sex, and she said tell me yer fantasy. I had none. Or I was ashamed. Well, that door opened fairly fast. She got sick. Kathy A. yes, well she was a nice lady. Then she got what is the word, bored and ill. Died as I said. She left me some money and along with the prize, I drifted off. Sorry Im bored and repeating myself. Her friend yes. Well, we had off the wall times in France. She realized I cannot live with her. And she came to stay for like a week or something. It was fun, that way. 




I._Oh, well let's talk about your early twenties. What were the prizes about and would they have played a role in your becoming a "hide-out" (Mister D's term) in old Ireland, and then Sussex New Brunswick? 


C.D.__ hahahhahaha, that's a bit of a myth. I attended Alliez's lecture and Derrida's ok? And there is the story I had attended one of the last seminars in Vincennes, which is , when all is said and done, true. And yes, Deleuze's voice was a revelation. Derrida was smoother than butter, whereas Professor Deleuze was rough going. I went to Ireland on Bloomsday, saw Burgess give a talk, and yes, I did go and live in Sussex. We had an art school, a private one. As for those silly letters of refusal, well it was a gag, a friend of mine from the Canadian publisher, what's it called? Stewart, yes, Mac and Stew, they did that. Or rather she did. I was in Toronto to read, or recite when that sort of thing was good, and this guy Kilodney was doing lots of gags to the CBC at the whole CBC writers literary, what's it called, Weavers writers.... well, me and some other nonliterary types did a fast one on them, and they were kind of peeved, so someone there said they gotta nail my ass. My poor ass! We went off for coffee and cigs, this was when you could still smoke, you know, before the fascist take over, and we thought this game plan up, and before you know, it , its happened! but someone else set it up, not me. Someone like me will never be part of the, oh wait, someone like me will never be part of even the so-called antiestablishment world of writing. Besides most of the writing in Canada is funded by institutions and writers like me, are, well I'm not interested. Look I'm tired, let's continue this some other time, ok? I._ Fine, fine, yes.

 Turn off tape-[recorder]. _________________________

_ 2-- I_ is it true you lived with a person claiming to be a direct descendent of someone unknown who had been in the French Commune? and then in May68? 

 CD when I took the course with Fanny, she was married to Jill Deleuze. She was my wife and a half. She had run away from a bad boring life of drink and brushing her self up for her next dial up enconter.

  Letter from Publisher. Dear Mister Difference Doctor no one is going to touch what you write. You ought to consider other styles of writing. I am suggesting you consider the fine art of tea. __________ Second Letter: Dear Mister D, Did you actually expect this firm to print your work? It is not in French, we accept only unsolicited unpublished manuscripts properly formatted, in ENGLISH. We suggest you return to your night position as a general janitor. The problem with young poets who are trilingual is that they think they can get away with anything. When we offered you a spot in our Anthology of young writers, you turned us down. You behaved like an impeccable snob.We wondered how this came about, and our conclusion is that your winning the several prizes as a twenty-one year old writer, went to your head. Our real suggestion now would read like this: get a life. 




______________ The interview was not completed as the interviewer died.She wore iambic pentameter suspenders and loops on her head, rainbow earings, and her real name was performance art baby can you read my breasts and kiss my feet? She was a detective writer and she had vague connections with the old Auden crowd. Really vague. Had been a member of the P.C. in France, in the 50's and had seen Tristan Tzara give talks about the value of Soviet power politics. Naturally he changed, like many others, changed his ideas when the Hungarian revolt was crushed. He was not a real Stalinist. A passionate man, and like others, often misguided by his own ideals. A poet more than a politico. Oh, well, this was she said. The interviewer was quite elderly and rather taken with my fictional propensities. God bless her dead soul. Or living as the case may be. _____________ ______________________ Life is what? a strange box we live on for a few weeks_ called years by some. be well love ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| ____________--------------------------------

---------------talking --------------- stuffing
losophical<<<<<

Yes/ real/Word/Man/woman





ur authors themselves declare.

O
hy have we kept our own names? Out of habit, purely out of
h
'
Wabit... Also because it's nice to talk like everybody else, to say the
sun rise when everybody knows it's only a manner of speaking. To reach,

no longer of any importance whether one says I. We are no longer
oursel
not only the point where one no longer says I, but the point where it i
sves. ' Each will know her own. We have been aided, inspired,
multiplied.'

Nous avons ete aide, aspires, multiplies.' How lovely it is in
e is the flower and is it real is
quite legitimate and most of ALl 
French withthe aspirant of aspire itself the verbal mimicry of the
aspirtationl multiplication of self.


So yes, saying to the  child whe
rPRAGMATIC. And that is what we have in
GuattarianDeleuzian machine making. A practicality.

Pragmanticism is the programme for this machine blog. or say its the curding
.... not so.the phone booth .


w how to reach him.
Try call displ
Some think there are bodies but we
.
No. better in yer astral. foot. Incubeeanna Succubi?
O deAr Sir Browne of . something. between. persimonious and
read. Her insouciant glimpse.
----



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