Now when Jill knew she was relative she was the moon sliding down
into her perspective and knew her immanent self was immanent. SHe knew she
was transferable past upon the dead conceptions of god she held in her
heads. And there were many as the many headed-hydra could would and did
attest. She was the one who sang futility under the sun. As potters spoke
back to their makers and knew.
Jill had been to Cannes. With Oona and Mona. And Franny of course
discourse into her inter-course . On scholarship-shop which paid all the
bills. Imagine that, flapping bills paying the fare while the reels
rolled. Then Rembrandt in Amsterdam. A dame she was when she was becoming
painter and the paint was there for her eyes to see visible like goggling
in the morning sun. Then there was the visit to Baruch's house. Too. That
was very much. Very much. LAter to F's grave, then GD's and it was. Yes,
then the spot where the body landed. What astrange place. And video was
made as she that flying fallin' body. O. what a fall that was in the was
of is and the becomings of life splitting from itself death. Death and
dumb and life and wife and I speak the words to thee the word hoard.
OVerboard! Men overboard and sharks flaying fish and nights were heard of
the words Palestrina.
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Fictions of Deleuze and Guattari copyright@1999 CLifford Duffy.
Projected Book form publishing date Autumn 2000.