Sunbeams up his a(r)s(e)s


                                                                      Judge Schreber has sunbeams in his ass. A solar

                                                              And rest assured that it works: Judge Schreber feels something, produces
something, and is capable of explaining the process theoretically. 

                                      Something is

                           the effects of a machine, not mere metaphors. (Jesse Watkins~interview with Laing) 

A schizophrenic out for a walk is a better model than a neurotic lying on the
analyst's couch.                       A breath of fresh air, a relationship with the outside world.
                                          Lenz's stroll, for example, as reconstructed by Buchner. This walk                 

                                                                       outdoors is
different from the moments when 

                                                                Lenz finds himself closeted with his pastor,
who forces him to situate himself socially, in relationship to the God of
established religion, in relationship to his father, to his mother.

                                                   While taking a
stroll outdoors, on the other hand,





with other gods 


                                         without any gods at all, '

              (the unconscious is atheist   ~ nature is atheist)

' without a family, 


a father or a mother, with nature.

 "What does my father want? Can he offer me
more than that? Impossible. Leave me in peace." '

(Lenz versus Jesus and his father mother ... machinery ) (
(his law and iota business)

' Everything is a machine.

Celestial machines, the stars or rainbows in the sky, alpine machines— all of
them connected to those of his body.

                                     The continual whirr of machines. "He
thought that it must be a feeling of endless bliss to be in contact with the

 profound life of every form,
                         to have a soul for rocks, metals, water, and plants, to

take into himself, as in a dream, every element of nature, like flowers that breathe  with                  
                                             the waxing and waning of the moon. 

 To be a chlorophyll- or a
photosynthesis-machine, or at least slip his body into such machines as one part
among the others.

 Lenz has projected himself back to a time before the
man-nature dichotomy, before all the co-ordinates based on this fundamental
dichotomy have been laid down.

                                        He does not live nature as nature, but as a
process of production. 

                                                                                  There is no such thing as either man or nature now, only a
process that produces the one within the other and couples the machines together.

                                           Producing-machines, desiring-machines everywhere, schizophrenic machines, all
of species life: the self and the non-self, outside and inside, 

                                                                                           no longer have any
meaning whatsoever.
------------'------Now that we have had a look at this stroll of a schizo, let us compare what
happens when Samuel Beckett's characters decide to venture outdoors.' ---------------------

Continued ----------in-------------------------A/O   ~ 9 (and)