Date: Thu, 21 Jan 1999 13:33:42 -0500 (EST)
From: yaya <cw_duff-AT-alcor.concordia.ca>
Subject: Joy!  -Ambrose!



	Mona knew that melancholy was the poets lot. However if one read
Nietzsche with one's rock and roll glasses then sadness was madness.
Dispute it as you liked, it was a matter of usage, right said Franny. A
sober thought. I see we read the same texts said J. Travello was the
author of the
collective multiplicity and knew her Ambrose was the friend of all
delightful Devil's Dictionaries and held all transferences in Music hall
sallies with Deleuze and duckies. The tone was of course Father Hegel who
art in Dialectical paradise lost or not. Or John Milton reading the Waste
Land back wards and find the only thing in common was the L in the last
word which was waste no matter that it read Land. Meaning territory and
deterritory and reterritory and geography and metal and Professor
Wuthering Heights on challenges and geologies of morals and laughing
Spinoza down the byways and highways of time and sometimes even space. In
this mad bad world of exotic territory and wild digressions in the line of
flight and not fight. Professor Hegel sat down next to Franny and Jill and
had a cigar and making furtive moves toward magical crotches of many exes
and sexes of desire thought on the becomings-plane of play and desire.

	At least Mona knew melancholy was the lot according to the
belated ones and switched herself over to the encounters of joy in her
cross wise self along voices that played fiddles, violas, trombones,
voice-boxes, star-fish, burgesses, smiling gals,, hardy notes, sleuth like
glances, gleaming ports, trumpets,, Mile Davis, be-bop, crazeology, notes,
staves, windows, portmanteau words, sleeves, a string or two, a piano of
sex and desire, a machine of transference, a blue cloud sticking out of
the anxiety of confluence, life and death, categories from dead moments,
excitements of pedagogy, frills of philosophers, desire-Frannies,
machinic-indices, madrigals of plateau and night, strata of demon and love
boat, masturbation factories and deviled dictionaries, Mona in Video,
Video in Venus, old love affairs, craters of Thomas Browne, lost indexes,
potatoes and onions old Irish ballads, new ones, old rock tunes, cute
sassy women, tough broads, hang ups about the dialectic, meetings with
Walter Kaufmann, memories of Nietzshe's mother and daughter then some and
then some. And then some. Underlinings in books and cartoons in faces, and
marks on a lip. Across space across time.

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	Fictions of Deleuze and Guttari Clifford Duffy-AT-copyright 1999.



> The 'tone' was 'of course' about the HEgel thing. Where is the joy in this.
> 'Organize your encounters to agree with your nature.'
> 
> "It is always the same melancholy that raises disputed Questions and
> Quodlibets from the Middle Ages where one learns what each doctor thought
> without knowing why he thought it......" (WIP, 80).
> 
> >       No counter transfer in this strata.
> Ok. But we can't keep deferring.
> >       Note: Deleuze and Music is being given as a course at Mcgill
> >University on Friday afternoons in Montreal. 2-5 Strathacona Hall.
> 
> I'll be there. sooner or later.
> 
> 
> .
>