Showing posts with label Stuff. Show all posts
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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Anti-Oedipus

But which is the revolutionary path? Is there one? – To withdraw from the world market, as Samir Amin advises Third World Countries to do, in a curious revival of the fascist "economic solution"? Or might it be to go in the opposite direction? To go further still, that is, in the movement of the market, of decoding and deterritorialization? For perhaps the flows are not yet deterritorialized enough, not decoded enough, from the viewpoint of a theory and practice of a highly schizophrenic character. Not to withdraw from the process, but to go further, to "accelerate the process," as Nietzsche put it: in this matter, the truth is that we haven't seen anything yet
(Deleuze in Anti-Oedipus)

Sunday, November 29, 2009

annoise me not

Silence takes a while to absorb, our ears are not familiar with the monotone flow of all that is does suddenly not. I close my eyes and concentrate to shut down my ears which persistently attempt to hear something in the silence. I now feel at ease, my always so schizophrenically disorganised thoughts dissolve and I stop thinking, worrying about things in time and place. I fly, I float, I sleep, and then I disappear. Alone I am not, because I am not or am I? Silence, I am.

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