Tuesday, August 10, 2004

Deleuze`s Wake and Guattari`s Sleep

Deleuze`s wake waS Guattari`s sleep as he enhanced the ecological cartographies making his mouth wide, stepping into the sunsent boulevard of his charged debt, in the fonds doucet where the papers curled in the air protected chamber of his schizophrenic lab, and his mulatto pens parried forth the avengers of brains, mingling his fold with flat planes, pans of gold in his hand, knowing concepts create concettas in thoroughbred space... and like that the river winded down to the cremated self at the wake of his jolly books bulged by their spare parts, the gear knocking spine saddled with tooled end to end and their heart was very fine between the molar and molecular...the schizz flows, the break points over the hospitals of breaking insanity and worried reason hypnotized before that ``Other`` that mysertium tremendum of rite and blood, ritual and defeat abiding by the river always circled by its learned stream , its occidental carry-on to planes of consistency and other matters, the viscosity of being the holes where Franny got out staring the landscape ahead the learned leaners into the street where coffee and smoked curled in the stands of philosophical venture and she Eurydice would greet him then stepping off the plane and its consistent flavour its fourth person regard in the high tide of summer and desert in the winter years, down by the clinics and circumflexes the critique and positive affirm of her holding.

and it went like that, she said at the wake, where the thinkers draped her thoughts all a gallery for her to play on. A harpsichord, a tune, by the fallow field, a kine, medly of past, future and its present to then.

theN she saw her Blue DoG

she saw Blue Dog and hillbilly! Hillbilly and a whale of fun to yer sickles and dropping terriers. of dogs and hamadrams and hamadryads