De Sade et Masoch: « Je me dis que ce n’est pas par hasard si Michel [Foucault] attache une certaine importance à Sade, et moi au contraire à Masoch( [14]). »

Extrait d'un essai Je cite 

Excerpted from -----Eric Alliez's essay  ----------Deleuze avec Masoch------------

(Mise en ligne le mardi 5 juin 2007)

Ce Masoch sorti du Texte en faveur d’une Expérimentation-Vie - c’est un programme politique nous assène Deleuze, parce qu’« il n’y a pas d’autre danger que le retour du père ».
Masoch emerging from the Text for a Life-Experiment : what Deleuze delivers to us is a political program, because « there is no other danger but the father’s return. »
« Qu’il s’agisse, en effet, d’être soi, d’être un père, d’être né, d’être aimé ou d’être mort, comment ne pas voir que le sujet, s’il est le sujet qui parle, ne s’y soutient que du discours.Il apparaît dès lors que l’analyse révèle que le phallus a la signification du manque à être que détermine dans le sujet sa relation au signifiant. »
Jacques Lacan, « Sur la théorie du symbolisme d’Ernest Jones »

« En causant avec lui, je m’étais efforcé de et de discerner la vérité de la <‘littérature> dans ses paroles, mais tout s’embrouillait maintenant et je ne m’y retrouvais plus. »
Wanda von Sacher-Masoch, Confession de ma vie
« Évidemment, encore une fois, c’est autre chose qu’une question de mot… »
Gilles Deleuze, « Désir et plaisir »
- 1.
« Soit le cas de S.A.D.E. […] Sur fond de récitation figée de textes de Sade, c’est l’image sadique du Maître qui se trouve amputée, paralysée, réduite à un tic masturbatoire, en même temps que le Serviteur masochiste se cherche, se développe, se métamorphose, s’expérimente, se constitue sur scène en fonction des insuffisances du maître. Le Serviteur n’est pas du tout l’image renversée du maître, ni sa réplique ou son identité contradictoire : il se constitue pièce à pièce, morceau par morceau, à partir de la neutralisation du maître ; il acquiert son autonomie de l’amputation du maître. »
Gilles Deleuze, « Un manifeste de moins »
Question lancée aux enfants du siècle échu : la littérature, à quoi ça sert, comment ça marche, etc. ?( [1])
Il est une réponse qui engage Deleuze dans la littérature en l’espèce d’un inévitable d’où ça mène  : la littérature, quand ça marche, ça sert à annuler le père et son manque (à-être) — jusqu’à se libérer de sa mort (à partir de laquelle toute négation s’alimente d’une symbolisation) pour inventer une issue là où il n’en a pas trouvé. 

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visioning of the masochistic body .. of lover with 

a moment was yesterday

high yellow
                            high lonesome
                                               high death 
                                                                     high sidewalks

                    hi death my old friend
                                                         are you to visit my friends?

                           does this city state there's a balcony waiting for you?

                     death was still  and life is ready

                          between there walks there were phrases, jewels,   lies, betweenesses 
                                 between breaths
                                            and death came down a soft cloud muttering your retreat

                                            I'm not afraid of you anymore
                                                                      I did a bad job anyhow


  that was a moment in the changing guard a movement spelling failure fear and the  gone now its spoken presence      ~ 

                                         no failure here no fear here but strength growing
                                                 at its own bidding helping others is the cure  
                                                       healing its after moment of care    ~



On the fly

1 volée Noun, feminine 

(a) (of bird) flight; (of projectiles) volley; prendre sa ~ to take to flight; (fig) to spread one's wings(b) ~ d'escalier flight of stairs(c) (Comput, fig) à la ~ on the fly;

light; (of projectiles) volley; prendre sa ~ to take to flight; (fig) to spread one's wings(b) ~ d'escalier flight of stairs(c) (Comput, fig) à la ~ on the fly;

es)                                                                volley; prendre sa ~ to take to flight; (fig) to spread one's 

wings(b) ~ d'escalier flight of stairs(c) (Comput, fig) à la ~ on                                         the fly;

----------------------------------------------ctiles) volley; O bird of darling wools ~

of this aleatory  ~  and she hums tunes   ~  .
-------------------------------ctiles) volley; O bird of darling wo


june is almost


June is almost gone   ~ . night roles   ~
tremble of earth    ~ too hot to see and your skin? where
are you? I wonder how that skin of yours tastes. I saw your
shoulder straps the first time in that photograph     ~.

  not the present body aching nor the time here now
 of  a man in his real life cut cut across the wedge of space's
real time and

   4 years is a long time  /time  the renderer the tearer the joyer
 the realer  connecting the hand to hand over city earth politics your breathing body
each day and there was your voice the barest whisper in my ear now
  a  day burns paper       ~ what word is that 

do I know how to write a poem? what poem of body's yours as i wonder so
far off a city yours between darks and nights your life  ~  your children your
cares your worries your loves and hopes    ~
      ours crossed and how I loved you !
    how intense you were and beautiful and calling me half way across the world
a man you never met a tender voice yet my life  was hard impossible unbearable and the things i achieve pay nothing they paid nothing but time passing a temporary hiatus a  relief in the 'bearing of wheels'    ~.

A metaphor a wheel    ~  who are you Lady?


'fili----BuSter ' in ParlI parley??? what parley meant? parliment? what dogogracy of majoritarianISM is this SickNess

Workers! lose your rights! to the right! the right of the right of the right /they are a  seperate country    ~ now canadadada land which was the immanence land of outer spacing itself as promise to the possible piroutted potential rose of future   ~ a glowing pin held in the dark    ~ .

_______________________________What's become
_________________________________Strata's took over
______________________________Paranoiacs an oil barons
___________________________got the feardies in their dear
__________________________yclept control of the goodies
________________________of the wealth that's common 
_____________________And now just like everyone else   
_______________________________is everyone    ___________


the words

The words to hold them abundant spears of literature
rainbow clutter, pendant windows, and willows handling a spoking wheel
a climbing vine, a hand taught 
the archetypes of your life in three keys,
the reflection, the contemplation of wolves
the alcoholic manner governing states,  hovering
by the closest superstition and the churn of metamorphosis
If these sunbeams cloud the stairs you choose mazes
rounding the hedges ornamented to the last clock
a summer weave beside the rueful sonnets
and then it works!
Like peeves!
 God's cask knows better than this, and opening every leaf
there's a storm beside that,a muttering hidden cloud
checking simple diamonds funneling their way back
from the hunted gown   ~. Your twisted body
gaze become the storm settled moment

Little gypsy this is the sip
of light in blindness
outside the leafage brown   ~ 


Rooms of these those and the recognition
that she's always better looking angel hanging your body
she's there staring at your eyes bound goddess   .



is it a bird plane a lover?

On the plane of dexterity, of destiny  love me ~
imageless as any trope   ~  (isle) de Madeleine   ~ . verging of body and     ~ lover breasts mine to her mouth  ~
south    ~           .


_____________ aT

rain and rain and rain / and beauty escapingHas little to born the night/nigh toorain and rain and rain / beauty escaping rain has little born to night its and beauty escapingHas little to born the night/nigh too rain and rain / and beauty escapingHas little to born the night/nigh toorain and rain and rain / and beauty escapingHas little to born the n / and beauty escapingHas little to born the night/nigh too rain and rain / and beauty escapingHas little to born the night/nigh toora

                                                         born the night/nigh too rain and rain / and beauty escapingHas little to                     high born                                                                                                                  born the night/nigh                                                                                                    

                                                                                  toorain and rain and rain / and beauty escapingHas little to born the n                                                                                                                                        / and beauty                                     escapingHas little to born the night/nigh too rain and rain / and beauty y               escapingHas                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

                                                            little to born the night/nigh toora

            born the ni                                                         o rain and rain / and beauty escapingHas little to                     high born                                                                                                                  born the night/nigh                                                                                                    

________________rain rain rain next rain and next to th ~ e rain i stan d ~______________________________


are you here? i am


 Hey are we here? herair? Air of brindle

e we here? hererror? Air of brindle her air of tone-deaf squalls   ~
remember'd the   
comet    ~

it required a certain delicacy she wanted
escaped its permanent hope resting
by pillows and a fragrant hour something  she
recalled as a wished for clown residing  calm
 yet frowning for heaven's sake taking the forsaken ritual for its
automatic typing     ~  .

                               with that she lit cigarette cigarette  taking her own best step

i'm always in your steps    ~ breathing
thinking of these names    ~ yours    ~   .

(they are yours you know   ~ )
  (yes really    )  

ah? an?

And what does it hold? Bode to its touching word grip.... along the southering ... clutching its amber necklace a lover's tooth her comb .....

                   the way you've been everything ... the ace of spades a truck driver's wheel... a crushing curtain at the 'act finale' of every bird's weather... a cruising instant rounded by every meal and notorious saddler a  clean intent, a thief of pages and round the roundhouse and  gazebo...

It's horrible being a prisoner... with 'every' jest in town ... not 
     the riverside or moving noon but comebacks replays ... turn  and returns 
replay not  in jest but a      clown 

wearing a feather coat a mp3 a solstice silver suit blinked
along the eyelids of percipient peasant gatherers  .... where
does it end?  you might ask flicking ashes from your sweater tearing
nylons along the south bound direction of the hem and humming
little tunes to keep yourself busy like any sinking ship a quarry 
returning all the honest things   

'Incipient' that's the word! hush little one your drag is never wasted 
on the eyes of those who see sailing by on the buckets 
of rainbows

you'd take a picture of each stage fellow feeling your back wondering
if today is the day you're going to mark the steely edge of your rainbow
bit by bit not me but I as the willow truck of your forsaken self  a river
bounding by its cages and a lion stepping forth its crew rampant with
every figure forsaken by its night lover  a busted blue gorilla 

And you speak of voice
imitators to a parade of pills not an achievement like these
derring combinatories or yielding ceilings frescoed walls coffined
spaces of denial a detail for deal breaking like any prime minister 
'cracking the whip' giving voice to the thousands cringing in their fort

Alabama Alberta and the rat's tail whig of the West ? us you say
climbing that mountain where the 'Native' people found words to unencumber
some truly made thing and it turns you're just like them we're us and not it
or them come to think of it come to think of it she leaning against the lamp
brushed with wool and back breakers or sudden lapses of the tongue of speech
a yarely thing to be heard this way speaking of which 'Ya raly' it is
it's you and you and you you you and you 

I don't want to be impersonal so I'll omit Alberta and Alabama and just 
say Bam! slam! wham! a province goes kilter!
Hip hip hooray! and hip hip so cool hooray and ragtag malag and meg's pinned
to forest and ranging wide her skilful dexterity she eats plates mistress
of plenty and touchstone of none Yawn plenty her mouth and no one pays
you for this either my dear waitress you hold plates tippytoeing on your
chin and not hers Lebanon  

That's not personal it's impersonal and the names have been changed to
forfeit the     ~  and to protect the guilty     ~ they're the ones dirtied
the font dont ya think my dear Park Extension dark in your bright Wednesday
lights your bright Wednesday night tights     __________ made for practising 
the tundra where every gate is open     .

Take Stalin for instance       ~.

 and any other bust bus stop history a million gallons of oil. on loan to the United
States of the us and them  / and we fare /trying truces on the piece of the 
earth /against the Isms of bargaining tables any   ~old which road  ~ the crude
and craw craw craw and the 'ice breaking' and your love the Multiplication Table
for example    ,,   and the long divisions    ~
Or a poet hampered by willows and tables
seeds and other wishywashy bran elements
a chemistry of fools and Troy   yes yes Helen of Destroy   ~
marking the miracle worker of the 20 c e n t u r y   'civilization?' what was that
some barbarous thing that swept millions to their infinite deaths unaccountable ~
not a prayer or poem to read their beckoning   ~  but then think of the birth
Billions rolling around earth universe and stars   ~ and every other Mutt and Jeff
is that what was their name then , was it? then seeing the accent for the fork
in the tree ~ . and then the lentil soup   ~ O beauty your bare back    ~  .

This come along   ~ for the time becoming its ever ready wheeling factor   ~ .



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 a book for everybody and nobody and nobody  two
This is the book by James Joyce called  

its first 


it tells the story
of  Mister Bloom
and hosts

of others
on the Liffey

the last word
of the book is

the first






outside lily


 round the door her head peering
in side the little freckled nose that's
me and its wishes beckon loosely a
rubber mat not the play hinges of gods but
the better half of mankind and its deleterious phase
nor the marker pens as they're culled  certain separating
specious circles of men who are not men but gamazons


Rey: the woods

the woulds and wont's

disappeared shrunk in dust of apperance

Antioedipus sings the place she sing she sing ` rough woods bark good gods ~: the woods

and now really big words it's your ne ~


A word somehow remainder. Colliding along as any other thing. Tangy as the taste of kool-aid, Life Magazine. Tumblers cap brown air. Whitelocking   ~  if the street S t. Urbain was this y ou'd no. K is not N nor knee heart. what's that? Ears patrol heart stringing

Somehow a word little prisoner and times. Be a book.a book. why angry at your heat rapture? cunning  log going went and turn retrundle once it's more noise overhead floor above.

                                  Somewwhere here a word. to do to say a day a word a word a lay    ~
                                (and her ass is very good at talking (to me) tes fesses)

then find a period a s. pretenders the' (y) assuming's more than ever a billion. ~ so count nimbus
                                  numbers  . you fool! gool! cool maccool not afeard to sound                                                                            

                                      like another. Sounding alike is
not other. Is not other.