9/07/2014

Desiring-machines work only when they break down, and by


continually breaking down. Judge Schreber "lived for a long time
 


without a stomach, without intestines, almost without lungs, with a torn


oesophagus, without a bladder, and with shattered ribs; he used sometimes
to swallow part of his own larynx with his food, etc."7 The body
without organs is nonproductive; nonetheless it is produced, at a certain
place and a certain time in the connective synthesis, as the identity of
producing and the product: the schizophrenic table is a body without
organs. The body without organs is not the proof of an original
nothingness, nor is it what remains of a lost totality.

Above all, it is not a
projection; it has nothing whatsoever to do with the body itself, or with
an image of the body. It is the body without an image. This imageless,
organless body, the nonproductive, exists right there where it is produced,
 



in the third stage of the binary-linear series. It is perpetually
reinserted into the process of production. The catatonic body is produced
in the water of the hydrotherapy tub. The full body without
organs belongs to the realm of antiproduction; but yet another characteristic
of the connective or productive synthesis is the fact that it
couples production with antiproduction, with an element of antiproduction.






2 The Body without Organs
An apparent conflict arises between desiring-machines and the
body without organs. Every coupling of machines, every production of a
machine, every sound of a machine running, becomes unbearable to the body
without organs. Beneath its organs it senses there are larvae and loathsome
worms, and a God at work messing it all up or strangling it by organizing it. "The
body is the body/it is all by i
tself/and has no need of organs/the body is never an
organism/ organisms are the enemies of the body."* Merely so many nails
piercing the flesh, so many forms of torture. In order to resist organ-machines,
the body without organs presents its smooth, slippery, opaque, taut surface as a
barrier. In order to resist linked, connected, and interrupted flows, it sets up a
counterflow of amorphous, undifferentiated fluid. In order to resist using words
composed of articulated phonetic units, it utters only gasps and cries that are



sheer unarticulated blocks of sound. We are of the opinion that what is ordinarily
referred to as "primary repression" means precisely that: it is not a
"countercathexis," but rather this repulsion of desiring-machines by the body
without organs. This is the real meaning of the paranoiac machine: the
desiring-machines attempt to break into the body without organs, and the body
                                   without organs repels them, since it experiences them as an over-all persecution
apparatus. Thus we cannot agree with Victor Tausk when he regards the
paranoiac machine as a mere projection of "a person's own body" and the genital
organs.8 The genesis of the machine lies precisely here: in the opposition of the
process of production of the desiring-machines and the nonproductive stasis of
the body without organs.


                                                 The anonymous nature of the machine and the
nondifferentiated nature of its surface are proof of this. Projection enters the
picture only secondarily, as does counter-investment,t as the body without organs
invests a counterinside or a counteroutside, in the form of
a persecuting organ or
some exterior agent of persecution.



But in and of itself the paranoiac machine is
merely an avatar of the desiring-machines: it is a result of the relationship
between the desiring-machines and the body without organs, and occurs when the
latter can no longer tolerate these machines.
 


*Antonin Artaud, in 84, nos. 5-6 (1948). The French text reads: "Le corps est !e co




*Antonin Artaud, in 84, nos. 5-6 (1948). The French text reads: "Le corps est !e corps/il est seul/et n'a pas
besoin d'organe/le corps n'est jamais un organisme/les organismes sont les ennemis du corps." {Translators'
note.) (Throughout, all English translations of works cited in the text are by the translators, unless otherwise
noted.)
■fWe have adopted this term throughout, except when quoting directly from psychoanalytic literature,
because it renders more faithfully the meaning of Investlssement, which in French does service in libidinal
as well as political economy. We have likewise chosen to translate investir as "to invest" instead of "to
cathect." (Translators'note.)

 


THE DESIRING-MACHINES 8

speaks for himself .. its delightful and interesting to see how Celine sits|

his hands/ weigh heavy downward ( i cld. go on about this in related ways but ill leave it fr another time/ which rhymes with time/}


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The schizophrenic... is





The schizophrenic is the universal producer. There is no need to   (and this matches him with the universal capitalist yes, this is good) 

distinguish here between producing and its product. We need merely
note that the pure "thisness" of the object produced is carried over into a
new act of producing. The table continues to "go about its business." The
surface of the table, however, is eaten up by the supporting framework.

The nontermination of the table is a necessary consequence of its mode
of production. When Claude Levi-Strauss defines bricolage* he does so
in terms of a set of closely related characteristics: the possession of a
stock of materials or of rules of thumb that are fairly extensive, though
more or less a hodgepodge—multiple and at the same time limited; the
ability to rearrange fragments continually in new and different patterns
or configurations; and as a consequence,


an indifference toward the act
of producing and toward the product,
(this is not dissimilar to indifference the artist/ the artist producer schizo a fine line a dilation, a dialectic hovering between betwix the two of them? celine's reputed indifference to his manuscripts once he handed them over to his secretary... this is in Erika Ostrovoksy's books about Celine) (yes but Celine was nuts~ hahah a delire racial and nowawe!days it's delire religieux) (yes he was nuts but not like the nut who can't ever anything done because their delire confounds them to paralysis and or death catatonia just like the alcoholic's psychosis prevents her eventually from achieving anything)


but the chaos of the artist is not identical to that of the nervous neurotic.

i knew apainter once he was neurotic! like crazy. to the pointwhereit was replusive . it was impossible to spend time with after alwhile and because he'd been a bit succesful he was terribly self conscious and even precious....
i forgot all about him..
the spoken word people and company are all populist delires or let me coin a phrase populist delirists!
hahahahah

toward the set of instruments to be
used and toward the over-all result to be achieved.t The satisfaction the
handyman experiences when he plugs something into an electric socket
or diverts a stream of water can scarcely be explained in terms of
"playing mommy and daddy," or by the pleasure of violating a taboo.
The rule of continually producing production, of grafting producing onto
the product, is a characteristic of desiring-machines or of primary
production: the production of production. A painting by Richard
Lindner, "Boy with Machine," shows a huge, pudgy, bloated boy
working one of his little desiring-machines, after having hooked it up to
a vast technical social machine—which, as we shall see, is what even the
very young child does.
Producing, a product: a producing/product identity. It is this identity
that constitutes a third term in the linear series



______________  this little  piecy ripped out from page 7 of the book by Mona's Aunty and Unclly Jill Deleuze and Franny Guattarietti. Now this sentence or two is fiction. So the above was anecdotal verging on fiction. and life is anecdotal verging  on the   r         e              a                  l


as when some die they will see their ruins

 and walk among the fiery asseddead eating berries an picking shit in purgatory  of fart, belch, gas and reappearing meals

and the vomit spew from the gas main

and this too will seem a mercy as the days and hour and hour after repeat repeat and no change
no difference of a moment a nano second's terminal eternal transferring transcendence 



Everything stops dead for a moment, everything
freezes in place—and then the whole process will begin all over again.
From a certain point of view it would be much better if nothing worked,
if nothing functioned.

 Never being born, escaping the wheel of continual
 
birth and rebirth, no mouth to suck with, no anus to shit through. Will
 

*bricolage: The tinkering about of the bricoleur, or amateur handyman. The art of making do with what's at{Translators' note.)
tCIaude Levi-Strauss, The Savage Mind (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1966), p. 17: "The 'bricoleur'
is adept at performing a large number of diverse (divers) tasks; but unlike the engineer, he does not subordinate each
of them to the availability of raw materials and tools conceived and procured for the purpose of the project.
His universe of instruments is closed and the rules of his game are always to make do with 'whatever is at
hand,' that is to say with a set of tools and materials which is always finite and is also heterogeneous because
what it contains bears no relation to the current project, or indeed to any particular project, but is the
contingent result of all the occasions there have been to renew or enrich the stock or to maintain it with the
remains of previous constructions or destructions."



                                        THE DESIRING-MACHINES 7


the machines run so badly, their component pieces fall apart to such a
point that they will return to nothingness and thus allow us to return to
nothingness? It would seem, however, that the flows of energy are still
too closely connected, the partial objects still too organic, for this to
happen. What would be required is a pure fluid in a free state, flowing
without interruption, streaming over the surface of a full body.
Desiring-machines make us an organism; but at the very heart of this
production, within the very production of this production, the body
suffers from being organized in this way, from not having some other
sort of organization, or no organization at all. "An incomprehensible,
absolutely rigid stasis" in the very midst of process, as a third stage: 



"No

mouth. 


No tongue.

 No teeth.
 No larynx. 
No esophagus.
 No belly.

 No
anus." 



The automata stop dead and set free the unorganized mass they

once served to articulate. The full body without organs is the
unproductive, the sterile, the unengendered, the unconsumable. Antonin

Artaud discovered this one day, finding himself with no shape or form
whatsoever, right there where he was at that moment. The death
instinct: that is its name, and death is not without a model. For desire
desires death also, because the full body of death is its motor, just as it
desires life, because the organs of life are the working machine. We shall
not inquire how all this fits together so that the machine will run: the
question itself is the result of a process of abstraction.
Desiring-machines work only when they break down, and by
continually breaking down. Judge Schreber "lived for a long time
without a stomach, without intestines, almost without lungs, with a torn
oesophagus, without a bladder, and with shattered ribs; he used sometimes

to swallow part of his own larynx with his food, etc."7 






8 ANTI-OED!PUS

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12/24/2013

11/12/2013

'there's


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there's nothing worse than the neurotics of 'creativity' that , those that, without wanting to be bad  ,, haunt the community   or haunt,  or hang on   and out at the nervous edge of the imaginative ... these are the literal aliens whose creationcapaacity's been swlamped by the .
  harsh critical machine of the paranoids  . those that them from the other fanet.


----------------what cacophony rings at their ears~ heralds to the death sound~


_______________What hooey~ and malarkey~

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6/28/2013

anti-oedipus 1st part

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 reading  of 1st part (engl)  anti-oedipus                   in its entirety and uploading it to youtube

thanks to deleuzean 

 

 

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6/25/2013

'disjuncted



Mona's
disjuncted says:

Woof! woof! said the wolfwolf! meooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww the cata(tonic) ) etc. variantions of the aSSembLage breaking down represensation/juxtapostion.love that image of the doggyanalyst ~ but lets all be schizos and split our dogs in four two for each plAteau that goes away 2 for the disjunctivces of A/O. as always enjoyning this

 

 

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5/17/2013

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If capitalism is the exterior limit of all societies, this is because capitalism for its part has no exterior limit, but only an interior limit that is capital itself and that it does not encounter, but reproduces by always displacing it.

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...'which today we call neurosis...'


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"The Hamlet dilemma, which today we call neurosis, seems to me to be a symbolic expression or manifestation of man’s plight when caught between the turn of the tides. There comes a moment when action and inaction seem alike futile, when the heart is black and empty and to consult it yields nothing. At such moments those who have lived by illusion find themselves



high and dry, thrown up on the shore like the wrack of the sea, there to disintegrate and be swallowed up by the elemental forces. Whole worlds can go to bits like that, living out what you would call a “biological death,” a death which Gutkind calls the Mamser world of unreality and confusion, the ghostly world of Hamlet, the Avitchi of the Buddhists, which is none other than a world of “effects.”

 Here the unreal world of ideas, dogmas, superstitions, hopes, illusions flounders in one continuous nightmare–a reality more vivid than anything known in life because life had been nothing but a long evasion, a sleep."



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Henry Miller to Anais Nin, 1937

5/13/2013

~ my brother Rimbaud, who is a girl

--- Dear Ariane, my brother Rimbaud, who is a girl, asked me to send
you a message, because she is weeping day and night now,
she asked me to send you this message,

"there is no castration, there is none, that is the point of the
movement started by others, and she, Ariane and the others are
deluded and deceiving the Others of the Other, she is like so many a
good meaning but wrong, maybe dangerously in errance to be passing
on such doctrine. It is not her fault, that she does not understand
what she is saying and doing. God bless her, but God help her
clients, whoever they are, even more. Lastly, I suggest that she and
her fellow priests quit their profession."

I know it sounds nuts, but she was sobbing and crying for days after
she read what you said, and also some of the others . Rimbaudboyo is
a homeosexual who is not into homo castrato, so she would not bear
the sort of theory and doctrine you are spreading.

I am her only self that speaks in a normal language and I was a
student of another sort of thinking, but anyhow. I had to say this
to get it off my chest. No hard feelings, .

O PPS I might as well say, I am not homosexual. But what does it
matter, it is not necessarily, like somethng in the family.


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5/03/2013

you think

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You think your son is in France now? Yes, Rachel. Her name is Rachel, my seconde(d) one ~.

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