The Fictions of Deleuze and Guattari:A Fictional PoeticThis space is for the Fictions of Jill,Franny and Mona:The Fictions of Deleuze and Guattari,a Biography. The "fictions" are a series of epistolary missives, a chaosmosis inspired by imaginings and becomings. The fictions then, a desire-machine,tale of becomings,ebb flow, turn of break-cut. Schizoanalysis = Prose Poetry. Catch a FallIng StaR Sister Deleuze Yer desire Machines'll Sing their Ringin' Tone. Text and some Images of this Site©copyright 2004,5,6 by Clifford Duffy.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
conveys convoys
conveys covens convoys. roll around the bed. bed bendmountain tops where clouds the once hailed doubterwent. henceforth her pearls were as zoos and spent, cowries. not an iota in the tea, of her lavender, leaveswhere he fallen. as angels to quick sandher ears, was swift to hear wrong, when none,done. training, slung her downthat, way . not an other , available choice,was inventories for her.Jill opens his mouth on the triumphthe trump of Seeds. a Capital See to hereye around the assing spoke of closephosphate rhyme.no lazier than a sent call. busted in the cellof ear. hearing aid. not riched by the pastureof dent. she was an find, of foolscap and gold.have a cigarette, said Franny, I did.and did.or a cell, was truly a patient thought.over mounted cloud tophill and vase,her seething gownsunfurled her way.unfurled her brassiere.
posted by Clifford Duffy at 12.4.06
Friday, February 17, 2006
forgotten fictions
forgotten fictions not forgothttp://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/fare forward he said O ravellers . Blogs grope in groupsand ticking sideways a lateral splay awkward balances and princeof putty and pieces of the detotalized machine. Mamachine My China. O delerious deluxe boxof delire and lire O fou a delire . In Goriziawe became very free, do you remember that,the Italian doctor, that winter , them days,they condemned his first book?O dear, them was the daysof disappointe'd and unexpectedattacks in the guts,as they blamed that poor first bookfor so much then somedropping the dime on an innocent thinga sweet thigh of loveand we kissed in her room atop a loft(it was a bit cold! that room!the smell still a tiny bit in me nose)on St.Lawrence boulevard fourweeks before the book 'came out."Cheers and leers of dears.On the porch of portico.
posted by Clifford Duffy at 17.2.06
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
forget Knot
dont forget its here:http://antioedipus.blogspot.com/#113890592029811070remember its here too:http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/the schizo Analysisthe pardon the debit crebitlebit!
posted by Clifford Duffy at 31.1.06
Friday, December 02, 2005
The Unconscious is Turned Towards the Future
ringringannounces all future fictions are going to be atOne Thousand Blogs.So for the purposes of some sort of chrono_ or development episodes here are no longer to be posted! or hosted!!???what she says?and sez:See:The Unconscious is Turned to the FutureIn the meantime this machine blog desire space'l revised vised and advised. A vice for a verse.So then off they go: Mona, Jill and Franny moved.With the whole gamboling gang.What's here stays but what goes goes, and goes Goes.
posted by Clifford Duffy at 2.12.05
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Yes Real Word
Yes__real__Word__child :Plateau 01.Rush of leaves:dinosaur, alleged clay , cave drawings,stir of tea, bangs,crib, ciborium of rust,close of further. Lily, rose,wove of taste.Our mothers themselves declare.Why have we kept our own names? (we have no name or place to stay) Out of habit (habit is the vomit the dog goes to, returns), purely (what is pure, puree? or nurture? a mature spout of mult?) out ofhabit... ( we are out of habit, out of habits, no clothes, nohouse, home or choice, please your moto to cryleer of gust __ no habit to place over the headof commingling)Also because it's (becomings)nice(be nice be nice, he said to me that time in Paris, afterthe long seminar on metallurgy)to talk like everybody else, (you mean like everyone 'else' else what? Or else! beware she giggled with a big fat smile),to say thesun rises (the Sun Also Rises indeed she does dear Mayokovsky and Ernest) when everybody(everybody is nobody is everybody is no one is ....)knows it's only a manner of speaking.(A manner: Manner s at the table of thoughtand disease: Mannerism a prac tice of Artmanner of courtesy and knightof approaching love; chivalric code)To reach, (to reach to boldy go where noother thinker has gone where no everybody has beenin the bin of yer bucket of love)not only the point where one no longer says I, but the point where it is (I III me memememememe no more me I)(the point no more jagged sharp hurting javelin but an I jamboree)no longer of any importance whether one says I. We are no longer (never was yourselves myselves the ... b, the g,)ourselves. ... Each will know her own. We have been aided, inspired,multiplied. Them good old multiplication tables of lore!remember? O those day s of memorizaiton something the spoke word types 'll never get .or know .how could they?how could they know?Nous avons ete aide, aspires, multiplies.How lovely in French withthe aspirant of aspire itself the verbal mimicry of theaspirationalmultiplication of self.Like beauty's smileSo yes, saying to the child where is the flower and is it real isquite legitmate and most of All Pragmatic_. And that is what we have inGuattarianDeleuzian machine making. A practicality.as we describe our art as a Pragmanticism programme. Blogs are machines to click and whine across the suns of the virtual.
posted by Clifford Duffy at 19.11.05 Biography:Clifford Duffy.
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