8.05.2009

O breath

Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)

_______________ The I which contains
is contained by
the self same 
multitudes


I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.

Who has done his day's work? who will soonest be through with his supper?
Who wishes to walk with me?

Will you speak before I am gone? will you prove already too late?

leaves of grass
Walt Whitman ~


O my poor Deleuze
soughling the breath   ~

'D octor Philosopher D____ too ill to attend the funeral service, 

so it was read for him by Dr Jean Cury at the gates of the Pere Lachaise cemetery  ~  He could not breath
his bottled oxygen
his bottles
O brevity breath ~
the air  ~

'Our grim fin de siecle which many are already calling 'Deleuzien' will also be remembered as 'Guattarien'.'


GuattarienDeleuze these two
consoants
riven
between

the fiery poles  ~