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2011/06/30

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. »
1.
« 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 »

2.
« 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
3.
« 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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another blogtext versioning
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    ~

                                                     _______

2011/06/29

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
ol








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june is almost

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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?





2011/06/25

'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   .



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2011/06/23

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  ~
the
south    ~           .





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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 ~______________________________

2011/06/16

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    )  











jj


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


its first 
cover
was
Blue
like


You


it tells the story
of  Mister Bloom
Steven
or
Stephan
D
and 
Molly
and hosts


of others
on the Liffey


























the last word
of the book is
Yes


the first
is

.


Stately


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2011/06/15

2011/06/14

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
became


disappeared shrunk in dust of apperance

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

and now really big words it's your ne ~

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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.



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2011/06/13

re considering end begin

sometime to the right go 'right' off the 'page' the screen page, really . /

findintheir way to loss/posse (possessive?) of deter_mination? deter, they are deterred, t hen from ending ~ hen from ending thus Eggs (as in Round Finnegans Wake) (the cosmic egg round sphere) (ground sphere)

2011/06/12

Sometime


End / Begin Finnegans Wake

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riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend

of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to


Howth Castle and Environs.



We pass through grass behush the bush
to. Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us
then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thous-
endsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a
long the
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We pass through grass behush the bush

to. Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us

then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thous-

endsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a

long the





riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend

of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to

Howth Castle and Environs.

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opening proseverse stanza finnegans wake james joyce
&
last lines of same   ~ 
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Now if you knew the rest you'd be laughing
end begins where starting begins
be gins
be gins
be
gins


gins
gin
in


i




__________________________a hearty harharhar and the ceremony's over    ~ .








_________________________________________As when a long playing record ends
you turn over the disc setting the needle at the start to hearing the words as if the first time
his Master's Voice R.C.A. Victor   






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