One - Two - Three - Go.
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CP - when did Michel ever try to take his life? -
GD - never as far as I know. As far as I know this is the idea of
American academics trained in getting the most mileage out of
an idea of the Limit. THey never understood Michel. And one can
never understand a great thinker like him by reducing him
to sociological bric-a-brac. By reading his ideas as a
personal critique of an Another author.
CP - Yes, we all know that.
MF - There is apassion for violence in my work that frightens the
academics which is why they bury me with their jargon. I spit on them
from my grave. Of ruin and pleasure. I regret nothing. I am the fierce
spirit of Passion and Ruin. I have nothing to do with Constant Boundaries
and Students that Obey with the reacion of the dead ones. How can Artaud
Adversity have ever put up with any of this. All these dead microspaces.
FG - The Trend in Philosophy Circles is to Define a Boundary. ANd to Shut
It Down. Especially at Con-ferences which are mostly about putting a fast
one on over the auditors, a Con that sends listeners drooling and shitting
as they read the lies and half-truths. Most of the actual lines of Escape
are Shut down, and Covered in the Blather of Bla-Bla-Bla. Most of these
Things are Like the Local Guitar Players: Cons to get position, pleasure,
and Ego-boostings. Little wanks to keep their Cocks Hot and Hard, a sort
of Viagra of the the Mind. There is no Reactionary Status as bad and base
as that of the professional labeler and name caller: this is the current
malaise all of you Suffer from: Name calling... Resentment.. Inventing
more concentric machines to Exclude. This is the shit hole that is why One
never hears concrete matters discussed.... I have a body without organs
and every deadbeat fumiste thinks they know what it is.
Michel and FG kiss. They lock hands. And spin the matrixial space
of their desire whilst doing so making syntax go nuts like any moderndada
poet... whats' neW?
She bows and smokes: My name is Clare Parneti I was their lover I was
their lover None of their remainders Answer me with Anything But silence.
He, FG was fucking when he died.Mona laughs at all this, and spaces out
down the zones of Eyeballs watching out of Dead Gazes and Other Lobsters
SPectacles and Gazes of Passim. Mona is laughter as she dances the walk
pedal.
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Folds of Fodder and Other Fictions
Copyright Clifford Duffy 1999