Date: Fri, 18 Dec 1998 02:47:20 -0500 (EST)
From: cd <cw_duff-AT-alcor.concordia.ca>
Subject: Mona's Last Stand


	(and she thought O to be in Baghdad now that bombing time is here)
	she got on her magic carpet and killed herself. It was her way of
taking a stand where nothing could be  stood. Under stand the stand that
slips away from its death. and there was and was not a city called
Baghdad. She wrapped herself in Differences and Repetitions and knew then
that history was the thing she wanted to escape with, to drain a death
wish born at the heart of a dead civilization. No plural self of being
would could resue, as like America, she had prostituted all her hearts.

	So Mona called Jill who called Deleuze who called Franny who
called and and named Guattari and then they went to see the poet. and
there were the airplanes of death, and the Mother of all Battles and so it
disappeared through night and day bombs dust and carpets. And she knew
there was no          logic of sense to this except the double blind bind
of checkmates her and the girls of the Arab street. And so it was on the
487 th day of their sojourn.

	(and so I returned home to Baghdad and saw these things --
cylinders and deaths and what kind of town is this? what sort of town is
this?)

	*****

	Fictions of Deleuze -- CLifford Duffy-AT-1998.


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