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Synopsis during 18/11/10 - The writing machine-Deleuze Guattari

notes (complete)

The temptation is great to stand out in Anti-Oedipus what belongs to Deleuze and Guattari what belongs to. The readings of this common French have taken the habit of caricature underestimate or even ignore the contribution of Guattari ( for a balanced reading of this piece headed, cf. Dosse Francis and Manola Antonioli ). In doing so, we read the work without understanding that it is a process of writing that is not reducible to its outcome.

The Anti-Oedipus is a writing machine, the way It worked between the two authors, speech mixed with Deleuze and Guattari without one can not fault nor to unravel the whole. The text works well unless the connivance or complicity of the two authors by familiarity of both authors through a process of settling about and keying of entries. And relationships that can be made between the material provided by Guattari (see text notes) and the purge carried out by Deleuze: we see no mistaking that work of shaping both About Guattari are constantly contaminating heavy weapons from the philosophy grafted by Deleuze. The writing machine is thus a collective assemblage of enunciation demonstrating how the speech of Deleuze and Guattari's discourse are connected to one another to form a stream of writing that is neither one nor another. Also this book is any less a work with the function to bear the author said, but a production with statements that refer to themselves.

Perhaps one day, will be read Anti-Oedipus e without worrying about their authors as a function of copyright is a remnant of the writing machine . For if he meant "machine" in its literal meaning, then this book has something that escapes us. There is no denying that the reader unaccustomed to philosophical texts will probably be a machine-mad bond together, swear words and concepts, allusions and references, jokes and definitions ... As the reader wiser, it will be quickly lost in this machine which is not organized as a learned academic gadget. So the reader must also engineer it with the book, that is to say make cuts in the flow of writing the book, enroll in finding how it works not so much in the book that between the book and himself. Each reading is somehow invented the book, not so much by interpreting it in its own way but by doing that something happens between him and his work.

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Voeux de rêves / Wish dreams

Avant d'aller faire
a petit séjour à l'hôpital-bistouri, well souhaiter je vous l'année 2011 commence. A bientôt, très Amicalement.

Before making a small stay-scalpel in the hospital, I wish you a good start to the year 2011. See you soon, with love.

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an instant, a flocon / A moment, a snowflake


I do not think that life is short. It usually gives us enough time to perform a variety of projects and dreams. Life allows us to correct some mistakes ourselves into others as well, that's how. The major drawback is that it offers us no second chance, a second life.

Let now the moment of Now. In his novel "Dolce Agonia" read long ago, N. Huston thinks he's God (again!) And regulates the fate of a group of old friends. I pointed out a passage in which she draws a parallel that I share with you:
"The snow had always seemed treacherous, deceptive, each flake a tiny star shining, all lightness and softness throughout, ready to melt you on the tongue and skin, although their strength was a slow accumulation murderous able to derail a car, collapsing roofs, trees descend, yes, she stopped everything, blocking everything, prevented you from moving forward, to join your family ...

Just as time is he says now. Every moment in itself without weights, imperceptible, a tiny shard that will melt on the tongue, while their accumulation is lethal force, you press in the years covering everything and blurring the differences ... How, my God, to clear the huge drifts of Time? It is going after them to remove them, push them on the edges of the route, mais inter-temps, sur la chaussée elle-même, la neige neige s'est transformée in dangereuse, provoquant des accidents, precipitating les gens dans la mort ... that tout avait alors commence in façon if innocent, a l'instant a après l'autre ... "

I do not think that life is short. Usually gives us enough time for many projects and dreams. Life allows us to correct some mistakes but we can sink into others.This major drawback is that it gives us a second chance, a second life.

Let's talk today of the moment, the present moment. The writer Nancy Huston, in his novel "Dolce agony", believed God and decide the fate of a group of old friends. In one paragraph makes a parallel that I would share:

"Snow had always seemed treacherous, deceptive, each flake a tiny star shining, all all sweetness and light, ready to melt on the tongue or in the skin, while its accumulation was a lethal force capable of sliding to cars, tear down the roof, knock down trees, yes, stop everything, blocking everything, I prevented move, reunite with your relatives (...)

Just like the time he thought now. Every moment, without its own weight, imperceptible, a tiny flash of glass that melts on the tongue, while its slow accumulation is lethal force, the years we sink, covering everything and fading the differences ... How do, my God, to cross the glaciers of Time? One is determined to remove them, push them to the side of the road but in the meantime, on the same road, the snow turns to ice dangerous, causing accidents, people rush to death ... when everything had started so innocently, a moment one after another ... " Trad.Colo.

Photos: I. Pampín. (C'est derrière chez moi, it's behind my house)

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Magic Circus Tour

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... Here is the Magic Circus tour!

A small traveling circus inhabits and animates this book, which opens into a star. On axes, on both sides of a central subject, acrobats, equestrians and animals (lions, dogs, bears ...) start to move, dance, jump - and when they return, they each reveal When a new scene. The child turns the page, and it is the lion who trembles before the dog learned, is the ringmaster who salutes the acrobats, it is the skillful equestrians who exchange their horses ...

All the magic of the circus in 5 animated scenes.

A gift book for children (there counts from 1 to 5) as for fans of pop-ups.

Magic Circus Tour

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Creating Magic Circus tour was made possible thanks to General Council of Val-de- Marne : the book is available for 21 000 newborns in the department. The editions are particularly grateful to Francine helium Foulquier.

© photographs Philippe Cabaret

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How Do I Wellcome People At A Wedding

restaurant Au / In the restaurant

Jan H. Steen

Remember, the month of August you 've read here a "late-summer frivolity," excerpts from a text Elvira Lindo; it spoke of tomatoes, smells ...

Here is an excerpt today from another chronic of Cuba Canteen

An ordinary family scene, sadly commonplace.

The author and her husband, I remind you that she calls "my saint," are sitting at a sidewalk cafe and it launches into a sort of lecture on Goethe to be played at that time then in Germany a full version (17h) of Faust. She took the opportunity to eat tapas and ...

"I enjoyed it too was distracted by his speech to look around me and doing sociology. (Tactics to facilitate married life: you let the other speak with passion and you pretend to listen while thinking of your stuff). My stuff to me were now at the table nearby. A couple with two children. Le garçon, comme hébété, jouait à la Game Boy ; le père, comme hébété jouait avec la fille à faire de honteux bruits de bouche, et pendant ce temps la femme souffrait en silence de faire partie de ce lamentable cercle familial. She who, full of illusions, had made all fair, had put earrings and gaudy makeup had (...). I remembered the words of terrible Catherine Deneuve: "Over the years the couple makes the boring man and woman, a harpy." When I feel I sociologist, I recently saw religious concerns, to be God (believing basic, it's not for me) to change the world. Come near me, for example, at this table, greet politely, good evening, I am God, and intervening:

Excuse me, I'll put some order in your lives: first the boy, this child absurd, he immediately leaves game-boy side, if I put the slap to break his teeth, second it is a shame (that the father) to see you make those noises with your mouth girl, the girl sits down, eats his dinner and stop sucking the face of his father, for the love of God, we are in a restaurant, and thirdly, pay attention to your wife, you consider it a flower pot all night, hold a conversation with her adult, and you (I would say to it) do not laugh, nobody escapes here, act with dignity, if that makes you family suffer so much, get up and too bad for them.

me I thought about these things when the voice of "my holy , Who decided to use up the theme of Faust , changed his tone.

But, darling, you ate all the prawns. "(...) (trans. Colo)

extract TINTO DE VERANO of Elvira Lindo 2001 edition

NB: The "tapas" are delicious appetizers. As for "prawns" are, you savez well, I Espagnols scampi. Pas besoin de vous joins Qu'est ce explain game-boy, yes?

In late August I proposed a "late summer frivolity," excerpts from a text by Elvira Lindo; talk of tomatoes, smells ... Do you remember?

Today I propose an excerpt from a chronic call: Bartender of Cuba. A familiar scene banal, sadly banal.

The author and her husband, to my holy calling, are sitting on the terrace of a bar. He launches into a sort of lecture on Goethe as in Germany at that time represented a full version (17h) of Faust. She takes the opportunity to eat tapas and ...

"also took advantage of his speech was entertaining to look around and doing sociology. (Tactics of cohabitation to marriage work: days to another speaking passionately and you do as you listen, and yours). The mine was now on the table next door. A married couple with two children. The child, wrapped up the game-playing boy, the father, wrapped up with the girl playing games farting about giving shame, and while the woman suffered in silence to be part of this unfortunate family. She, who had arranged with all their hopes, which had colorful earrings and had painted, (...). I remembered the terrible words of Catherine Deneuve: "Over the years the marriage becomes boring man and woman a shrew. " When I feel like I sociologist, since lately I have religious concerns, to be God (Christian base is not for me) to change the world. Approach, for example, that table, greet politely, good night, I am God, and to intervene:

"Excuse me, I will give their lives a little order: first, the child This absurd, to stop and the game-boy or you loose a rooster that I take the teeth, and second, it is embarrassing (ie the parent) to see him make these farting with the child, the child sits, eats dinner and leaves dummy face his father, by God, we're in a restaurant, third, listen to his wife, who has you awake all night, hold adult conversation with her, and you (I would say it) do not laugh Here no one is spared, act with dignity, if she suffers both the family, get up and give them the sack.

These things I thought, when the voice of my saint, who had decided to squeeze him Fausto theme changed Tone:

"My child, you have eaten all the shrimp. (...) "

SUMMER RED extract of Elvira Lindo, 2001 edition

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La folle imagination / That wild imagination



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Julián, a small village boy, is 4 years old and wants to learn to read or write because claims Does it will engineer cloud. It him and his imagination that made me rethink this passage "La folle du logis" the writer Rosa Montero.

"... in the work of novelist there is something even more important that the jingle of words, imagination, the daydreams, these other lives that we fantastic and occult all have. Faulkner said that a novel is "the secret life of a writer's dark twin brother of a man." And Sergio Pitol, (...) adds: "A novelist is a man who hears voices, which equates to a madman."

(...) it I think in reality that unfettered imagination assimilates us to more children than whimsical. I think humans, we all enter into existence without knowing how to distinguish the real from dream to reality, life infant is largely imaginary.

The socialization process, what we call education, or mature, or grow, is precisely to cut the blooms capricious, to close the gates of delirium, amputating our ability to dream awake, and woe to him that will not seal the crack between the two sides as it will probably be considered a poor fool.

The novelist has the privilege of continuing to be a child, it can be a fool to keep in touch with what is formless. "The writer is a being who can never become an adult," says Martin Amis in his fine autobiography experience, and although he must know because he has all the appearance of a Peter Pan a bit faded stubbornly refuses to grow old. .

(Trad: Colo. From "The Queen of the house" R. Montero)

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Julian, a village boy, is 4 years old and do not want to learn or read or write because, says clouds will be mechanical. Are he and his imagination that made me remember that passage of the "crazy house" by Rosa Montero.

"... in the profession of novelist there is something even more important than the jingle of words, and imagination, daydreams, those other great and hidden lives we all have. Faulkner said that a novel is the secret life of a writer, the dark twin of a man. "And Sergio Pirol (...) adds:" A novelist is a man who hears voices, which likens him to a madman ".

(...) I think actually that unbridled imagination us like children more than the lunatics. I think we all went in there without knowing clearly distinguish the real from the dream; in fact, a child's life is largely imaginary. The socialization process, which we call education, or mature, or grow, is precisely fanciful blooms to prune, to close the gates of delirium, amputating our ability to daydream, and woe to him who can not seal that fissure to the other side, because it will probably be considered a poor fool.

Well, the novelist has the privilege of remaining a child, it can be crazy, to keep in touch with the report. "The writer is a person that never comes to becoming an adult," says Martin Amis in his beautiful memoir Experience , and he should know very well, because it has all the appearance of a wizened little Peter Pan who refuses to grow old earnestly. "

Extract from "mad house" R. Montero

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texts for the course of 2/12/10

The course will focus on Chapter 5 of the first part of Anti-Oedipus Deleuze-Guattari .

Deleuze-Guattari, Anti-Oedipus, I, 5 - machines

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