Date: Sat, 2 Sep 1995 23:33:47 +1200
From: Grayson.Cooke-AT-vuw.ac.nz
Subject: re deleuze guattari digest


In reference to W Ted Rodgers' post:

"On home, Lene Lovich sings: "Home is where the heart is / Home is so
remote / Home is just emotion / Sticking in my throat / Home is hard
to swallow / Home is like a rock / Home is good clean living / Home is...
I forgot / Let's go to your place / Home is aggravation / Home is close
control / Home is mind your business / Thank you very much / Let's
go to your place." The lines may be out of order and there is more that
I cannot remember at this point. It is, after all, only a stimulus
awaiting a response. Nomads, what do you think?"

Ever since first reading _Nomadology: the War Machine_ I have been trying to
live in the desert, to construct for myself a mode of being in space as if
it were rhizomatic, as if I were a nomad. I haven't really gone anywhere. I
have however played the drums a fair bit and in so doing have entered into
numerous becomings with my drums and whatever it is we create together - and
in that sense, I have travelled a great deal without ever leaving home. 
        In a Peter Carey story called 'The Uses of Williamson Wood', Carey
makes the comment 'People do not love those whose eyes show that they are
somewhere else.' I want to know: Can you tell a nomad from their eyes? Can
you tell that they are always leaving home, and always arriving somewhere
else? Does it pain them, like the nomadic travellers in Bertolucci's _The
Sheltering Sky_ - or is it bliss, to throw off your sandals and ride your
camel east?
        I would fervently like to believe that you can recognize a nomad not
by his or her lifestyle, but by what is happening behind their eyes. I would
like to think that if you peer hard enough you can see someone flinging a
pack on their back and adjusting their boots, ready for the long haul.

Grayson Cooke
English Dept,
Victoria University of Welington
New Zealand
Grayson.Cooke-AT-vuw.ac.nz


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