No nos interesan la genealogías, ni las filiaciones, sino la propagación, los contagios, las epidemias, las resonancias, las mutaciones...
devenir intenso, devenir cyborg, devenir imperceptible...

from http://rizomas.blogspot.com/
"Una bitácora para discutir, entrelazar y expandir las múltiples redes de travesías, ideas, imágenes y ficciones por las que transitamos."

Optimisms of burrow, through-ways past cyncial machines. power :contiguities. blocs. not blocks.

flow thru- shady lamps. knock out space. ribbon please. not
reaction. aries semblance. not personal subjetivists.

eating apples please.
standeth hearth mare.
O when was her hip aflare.

Cometh to her
invisible becomes



where I live

This is where I live.

When I am not at home. Its called Paris. Its Antioedipal and
very expensive. Most of the people inthe faubourg
where the riots were see it Differently.

Wouldn't you?

Sometimes When Mona and Kathy A. call me we walk
around ducking our louis d'or noses low on the ground.
We sniff like dogs. Hiding our faces.
we gotta wear masks. we are very sultry
but love one another. we are very in love.
our hands stand up
in the air and talk

Our hind legs stand up.

EuRoZine|Interview Leva Lesinska Harold Bloom

Did I ever tell you the story of how Guattari once met Bloom, in Paris, by accident and the only person missing was Derrida, and then guess who came sauntering dully along, but Jean Genet who'd never read either of these dudes, right? like you know, and they both were struck with Amaze . He stood there cause (He Jean Genet) like he sort of knew of Felix 'cause of Foucault right? and then guess what? like I was standing there right and Genet comes over to me takes my hand in his, kisses it, and lleaves, muttering to the wind as he ambled off,
my son, my son.

"Partly from encountering wisdom, I have to say I have no wisdom"

An interview with Harold Bloom

Harold Bloom, Ieva Lesinska

An interview with Harold Bloom
Since then he 's published

Jesus and Yahweh

The Names Divine

Later right, Kathy A. calls me saying desire-machine baby where are you?
you're my well-wrought urn, and I want to have sex with you, and
the hand Jean Genet kissed. So she did and breathed my hand
right up inside her you know what, and
She stuck her s up you know what
and shook her hand
and then we realized Harold was sweet and was afraid. and Aren't we all afraid ?

Immancne and the gods of multiplicty protect my balls.

The world is a chaosmosis and that dont necessarily mean it s
comfortable. Right Kathy A. I said, and she said O
Yer My Velvet boy King Prince. I said I am yer sex object,
and she said Nah, I am yer sex subject and so it was

we were sex subjecting each other. speaking of
Shakespeare in bed. and shamans.
we shook across the narrow end of her bed.
she conceived that nite.
the lightening struck.
the thunder ricocheted across the window.
In Paris.


deleuze lacan|PrODuCe yer Own Monster

God does not have grand-children

ZiZek is Wrong __________its not
bodies with Organs
its B.W.O. Corps sans Organes... he wants to
pull Guattari out of the mix.In a strange book he wrote 2 years almost now Bodies without Organs

referred to by I_Cite [external link] slight alterations made here
Daniel W. Smith's "The Inverse Side of the Structure: Zizek on Deleuze on Lacan." It appeared originally in Criticism 46.4 (2004) 635-650.

In an interview in 1995, shortly before his death, Prof Deleuze was asked by Didier Eribon (a Foucault biographer) about his relationship with Jacques Lacan. Deleuze's response was this story:

Lacan noticed me when he devoted a session of his seminar to my book on Sacher-Masoch [1967].1 I was told—although I never knew anything more than this—that he had devoted more than an hour to my book. And then he came to a conference at Lyon, where I was then teaching. He gave an absolutely unbelievable lecture.... It was there that he uttered his famous formula, " Psychoanalysis can do everything except make an idiot seem intelligible. " After the conference, he came to our place for dinner. And since he went to bed very late, he stayed a long time. I remember: it was after midnight and he absolutely had to have a special whisky. It was truly a nightmare, that night.

My only great encounter with him was after the appearance of Anti-Oedipus [1972]. I'm sure he took it badly. He must have held it against us, Félix and me. But finally, a few months later, he summoned me—there's no other word for it. He wanted to see me. And so I went. He made me wait in his antechamber. It was filled with people, I didn't know if they were patients, admirers, journalists.... He made me wait a long time—a little too long, all the same—and then he finally received me. He rolled out a list of all his disciples, and said that they were all worthless [ nuls ] (the only person he said nothing bad about was Jacques-Alain Miller). It made me smile, because I recalled Binswanger telling the story of a similar scene: Freud saying bad things [End Page 635] about Jones, Abraham, etc. And Binswanger was shrewd enough to assume that Freud would say the same thing about him when he wasn't there. So Lacan was speaking, and everyone was condemned, except Miller. And then he said to me, "What I need is someone like you" [ C'est quelqu'un comme vous qu'il me faut .].2

and also cited in:
the appendix under Deleuze and locate this exchange (and references) appears in: Rudinesco's biography of Lacan. pages 347-348 of Elisabeth's Roudinesco's _Jacques Lacan_. Paints quite a picture. "An interview with the philosopher Gilles Deleuze, conducted by DidierEribon, shows how exasperated Lacan was with the situation. A few monthsafter the publication of _Anti-Oedipus_, he summoned Deleuze, its author[hey, where's Felix?], to his apartment, which was full of his analysands,and told him how 'hopeless' all his disciples were except Miller. Then hesaid, "What I absolutely need is someone like you." Deleuze was amusedand remembered that Binswanger used to tell a similar story about Freudspeaking ill of Jones, Abraham, etc. Binswanger had concluded that hehimself would suffer the same fate when Freud talked about him to hisdisciples. Deleuze was right: at the same period, Lacan was grumblingabout him to Maria Antonietta Macciocchi: he was convinced _Anti-Oedipus_was based on his seminars, which already, according to him, contained theidea of a 'desiring machine.' He was still worrying about plagiarism."

1. Gilles Deleuze, Masochism: Coldness and Cruelty, trans. Jean McNeil (New York: Zone Books, 1989).

2. "Le 'Je me souviens' de Gilles Deleuze" (interview by Didier Eribon) in Le Nouvel Observateur 1619 (16-22 November 1995), 50-51.

and for other burrows in the woof and wood

1933 Articles from Le Minotaure: The Problem of Style and the Psychiatric Conception of Paranoiac Forms of Experience and Motives of Paranoiac Crime: The Crime of the Papin Sisters, transl. by Jon Anderson in Critical Texts, vol.5, 3, 1988

"[...] time as series: the before and after are no longer themselves a matter of external empirical succession, but of the intrinsic quality of that which becomes in time. Becoming can in fact be defined as that which transforms an empirical sequence into a series: a burst of series. A series is a sequence of images, which tend in themselves in the direction of a limit, which orients and inspires the first sequence (the before), and gives way to another sequence organized as series which tends in turn towards another limit (the after). The before and the after are then no longer successive determinations of the course of time, but the two sides of the power, or the passage of the power to a higher power." (Deleuze 1994, s. 275)

See Patricia Pister's



It must be said that it is the world itself which lays traps
of distance and identification for us. There are
many neurotics and lunatics who do not let go
of us until they have managed to reduce
us to their state, pass us their poison, hysterics,
narcissists, their contagion is insidious.

There are many doctors and scholars
who offer us a santized scientific observation,
who are also true lunatics, paranoiacs.

One must resist both of the traps, the one
which offers us the mirror of contaminations
and identifications, and the one
which points out to us the observation
of the understanding.
We can only assemble among assemblages.

Dialogues with D and Parnet

Compare the elegance of catatonia __ its painful elegance, its petrified elegance, the pain of 'catatonic bodies sunk' in the river... at least the catatonic does not attempt to pass her sickness on. it is we who make them sick.



yer actua _ l

whynot your actual body
for a change here with lips
not words a true real zone
of free love with its arms wide open
span bridges to your ode's body & me
yours your're mine as in those words
hung in the mouth of air between us

we know yer tired like I am a crowd of mouths
we make but deathing coming
we gotta fight butwith
our no fight
our surrender

lay down your arms

in this city we're sinners
but naked as its long arms reach
twigging tangling

cause you know like I do you want this
body zone a commune of fire burns
with its wake of happiness
cause you want this taz

to realize