From: Unleesh-AT-aol.com
Date: Tue, 19 Jan 1999 23:29:53 EST
Subject: Re: Re: Re:  Anything Goes


(un)leash,

I appreciate your attempts at de-ception. Far better to illude the capturers
than allow me to (mis)perceive you. I think I may misunderstand you, and I
sincerely hope so. I hope my misunderstandings will be useful to you and
productive of misunderstandings which you will share with me. To become
imperceptible it seems involves de-ception, putting forth that which will be
returned as a wrong capture, a mistaken capture. Let them think they have
captured you, pinned you, grasped your essence. That which is ex-ceptional
surely shall slip through. I appreciate that you are sensitive enough to not
identify yourself with me, nor even to understand these terms. We have a
miscommunication of sorts, that seems to slip along, across time ; yet often I
find myself sending messages to you, careless drifts of dream and reverie. The
moment has passed you onto me, and yet I know that we are all folded together
like an accordion. Indeed, those of us who chose not to act the way this
particular series of us have are yet connected to us virtually. We're like a
hydra with heads in 10*28 dimensions!!!! And what fascinates me about our
series, my fellow (un)leash, is that as the choices veer out diagonally, the
bifurcations connect us through difference to me's which are so different they
aren't tangibly me's anymore at all. In fact, you might say it is the
disjunctions which connect us, and through them, we are all (dis)connected.
Thus it is that our hydra is connected to others' hydras, in all sorts of
tangled ways. I hope you will not mind if I call this tangle, this briar
patch, the "chthonic", to indicate that untangleable tangle of tangles in
which we multiply ourselves to infinity, in which no representative wholeness
is necessary (that would imply the stoppage of the delirium, how premature)
.... some of these thresholds, these bifurcations, these differences which
connect us are painful or unreachable : for some i must pass through severe
pain, plastic surgery, genetic manipulation, death, time travel, and indeed,
some of these might be just too much trouble for me to bother with. But there
are other alterations possible. My God, this swarming of (un)leashing is
extremely exciting to me, and indeed, erotic! If Deleuze and Guattari say that
the desire for the socius is erotic, could it be that the desire for one's own
multiplicity is even more erotic?? What if more were to stop holding up their
own single mirror and instead drift out into the swarming? Oh, I would like to
invite them ; this invitation would indeed be a (de/ex)ceptive journey, as
delightful and idiotic fools from other aesthetics mistake us, mistake us,
mistake us, please bring on the mistakes, but perhaps we shall have a
carnival! Yes, indeed a carnival! Will we be accused of "poetry"? What better
to be accused of? Yes, bring it on! Let's proliferate. I want to get messy and
inexcusable. I want to throw our knot of tortured ethics together haphazardly
and see what capricious dans macabre we can delight in! Dying is such a
wonderful way to live on the dreaming of a series! All power to hydra heads!

Cordially,
(un)leash