Radio DelEuZe: notes

20.5.07

notes

jus this

You cannot get it right
move as you like your mouth
stutters up heart failed
jerked out head
wink to eye
as sore hand weaves to
catalogues of
this engine
or yer lungs
and the days of your dancer
your walking blues

instead we have night its star blissed counters
your hips wove into the after noon sunlight
the california sunset
the

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later she writes: as when Jill grabbed her legs off the jambs. of the disjuncture.
without feeling sorry for "myself" its a set of scribbles pieces for what's likely to later become a poem. Ive no wish to insult anyone's intelligence, or anyone who's kind enough to read here. So I think adding the context in this case helps.

__________AnD What I most detested was Hegelianism and dialectics.

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__________AnD

What I most detested was Hegelianism and dialectics.

And : The question of speed is important and also very complex. It doesn't mean the first in the race: you can be late through speed. Speed is to be caught in a becoming_ which is not a development or an evolution. One must be like a taxi, queue(ligne d'attente), line of flight, traffic jam, bottleneck, green and red lights, slightly paranoid,brushes with the police. To be an abstract and broken line, a zigzag which glides 'between'. The grass and speed. What you misnamed style just now_ charm or style_ is speed.

And :One only discovers worlds through a long, broken flight.

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As for the method of deconstruction of texts I see clearly what it is, I admire it a lot, but it has nothing to do with my own method. I do not present myself as a commentator on texts.

For me, a text is merely a small cog in an extra-textual practice. It is not a question of commenting on the text by a method of deconstruction, or by a method of textual practice, or by other methods; it is a question of what use it has in an extra-textual practice that prolongs the text ..

Professor D Challanger speaking

in Clinical Critical terms as the hat was in the wind

How else?

How else can one write of those things which one doesn't know, or knows badly? It is precisely here that we imagine having something to say. We write only at the frontiers of our knowledge, at the border which separates our knowledge from our ignorance and transforms the one to the other.
Only in this manner are we resolved to write. To satisfy ignorance is to put off writing until tomorrow -or rather, to make it impossible. Perhaps writing was a relation to silence altogether more threatening that that, which is supposed to entertain with death.
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Difference and Repetition.