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More than le radio



All we know are assemblages. And the only assemblages are machinic assemblages of desire and collective assemblages of enunciation. No significance, no subjectification: writing the the nth power (all individuated enunciation remains trapped within the dominant significations, all signifying desire is associated with the dominated subjects).
(Deleuze and Guattari, "Rhizome" 22)


Substitute forgetting for anamnesis" ("BwO" 151)


"There are not organs in the sense of fragments in relation to a lost unity" ("BwO" 164-5). Dis-assemble the "modernist" totalizing urge. "Nor is there a return to the undifferentiated in relation to a differentiable totality" ("BwO" 165)

One BilliOn Radios --- metaphors across verses
inside the head of the reader as she pushes
the body out of the
brain








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I am speaking audition from

I am speaking audition from future to past
writing in the future 2006 to the past blogging post of December...


where did December go, was I in a black-out?


Did I wake with a festival around me of Mozart and anarchists

running wild, did I wake an old man with horses
trampling overhead?


Did I hear the voice of my dear Deleuze and say
its time to wake


from the amnesia of being with the dead so long?




Did I lose the touch of aural for spoken?



Was the metaphor a high-chair where I fell
down breaking my head?


Did I write sentences of love, of hate,
sorrow and rebate?


Do the radio go off while I shone on

a nerve pounding out of my head

burning the weight

brimming over with radiance?


were words lost in the murky black out?

was the black out a black out?


was my dizziness a loss of consciousness?





I write from deep in the late January of the year of Our Lord

and our Lady 2006. leagues before summer, decades advance to
spring

the leafy overhead beauties of flower












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Did the other blogs
vanish in the tryst?

i n the rad io

in the radio he heard bordellos
many sick ones crying





but there were no tubes left!
to schizo analyse them!







so he with she, kicked it out of the room

doctor guattari

Doctor Guattari where are you? I need to see you
quick I am sick. I need a radio . can listen to
one . I need a doctor. I am a radio . with o
no wave-length the transformer's gone blip.
Doctor Felix, I need a clinic where I can drop
the hip, and be . dead. alive. dead. dead.
doctor Guattari where is your clinic,
where is the asylum asylum assyslum
a slum where I can drop the task
the talk and walk sober a s
a non-judge to end.
becomings death. trouvez mes points schizz-
flows . le flow leflux where my bodies . find.

I am inside a jar Felix Doctor, Doctor Felix
what ecosophy can fix my singular nomad
comings to commingle with the collective
sigh of our singular future comings
collective as the sigh which wafted
over the wold when 1 billion Chinese
orgasmed in the same instant
what happened to my wrists?
Doctor, doctor, are you there?

Can you hear me ghost of Guattari?
or am I in the wrong home
where the coyote and the bison roam
some plain Jane to pell my stakes
is that it? is that it a broken heart
Doc? Doc? Doctor?
what physic for this folly Pierre-Felix?


Schizoanalyst Doctor I m a deep sea diver
and I m drowning in a folly mitten rift

Doctor? my kid is in a fit
my kid is drowning before me eyes
n' ears,
I m not a fit mother
I got drowings every night
along the eeryrie path

and I m scared as a bum on the dole
a cop out of control
a paratrooper in enemy land


Guattari? are you there? You hear me?
Radio come in please not some audition
of adumbration or crowning



You cant finish quit now
yer legs falling yer hearts tattered to torn
rag


I know it's a conspiracy

and piracy's the word
piracy's the word the world
conspires against love

'gainst love the world
's nasty nasty nasty
when coming to and my body's heavy
death weighs out its grams




Doc, do you really expect me to read this?
I cant read this, it's not a prescription
I cant write prescriptions I m not a doctor
though my penmanship's telling
scrawled maimed hand



Doctor I cant read this
Im sending it


Im sending it
Im sending


its a telegram


its a telegram









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rad

Doctor Deleuze are you?
is
there some station we are turning
tuned into our hands break
on the dial
station to station
operator this is a trunk call
to radio radio

son of genet radio genet
not your batteries or
burning black tubes
in the dark



here ?



is that there staring through
it the phosphorescent red
in the dark
the already read
night of communism and desire
desire communionism



treasure and wheel
trove heave ho
round your conceptual head
fitting the piece to your
earphone



clack clack
dear Doctor Nietzsche where is thy head



?



how? how else, the line of flight



assemblage break
in the night the 'mad' 'dark'
of edgar allan




majestic sentence of
mouth

.




Hear the hypnotized room .







'rapport' repose









___

ditididitidid di di di de de __ __--____





What is something bad?



as it works a cross the throat __ and the body ___ .



Hear the voice .

radio deleuze ..come in ... ple...

Radio Deleuze come in pleas e ... folds speak

ing come in radio del ... roger her..ee.. roger me... come
style .. radio del e u z e
in i t a l i a n in en glisse

in l o v e


ra dio deleuze

guattari here spea k to me soft lee

of speeds and encounters ....


of


knight daze



wave over curlette overing the beco


baud here e bbaaud ra dio crystal


sp ea k o f lo ve an d


it s he art

h e a r t

those

the radio is off.

its on off on off

those that take it so seriously die young. No, the microphone is off , the study is quiet in this snug apartment studio. She was here, I breath the air of her freedom and, her body. The dials are caught up between the desire of yesterday, and today which marches in tomorrow.Bandwidth, width of height and depth the desire machines. I am her, her body mine is his. I, his, his body, hers.

Lyricism tires me and the endless I me me, of the subje ct me. It's a pile of bullshit: those I've met who are into it, eventuallee move away from Me. Americans are especially like this, with the transcending mania, Canadians are less so, especially Canadian women, who 'naturally' tend to be, in the light of insights recent and a couple of years back, Immanent. Immanent to the mosaic

of Canada tend to be maniacs. Transcending power drivers even in their best moments, paranoid competitive and not at all deterritorializing.

Americans frighten me, they frighten everyone. Imperialism in America and imperialism in the cultural empire. Empire as Hardt and Negri state, the Imperial stance world wide encompasses every domain. American capitalist machine reterritoiralizes more and more. Cuts an d sweeps, the death machine. Such a great country reduced to lowest bases of consumerist lines of guilt, morality, contradiction, wealth, violence, poverty, shame, __ .