Date: Mon, 25 Jan 1999 01:30:43 -0500 (EST)
From: Orpheus <cw_duff-AT-alcor.concordia.ca>
Subject: Mona




Mona was hang-dog and hamstrung. She rushed back to her texts and realized
that she was the misreader filled with intense loathing. Projecting and
introjecting she grabbed back her paranoid super-ego and
de-institutionalized it. Her list selves had gone haywire and
weird.However Mona knew the virtues of a great cleansing and purging and
laughter and swifty Swiftian satire. She deterritorialized her selves the
grievers and made way for Plato's intolerance machine re-reading Franny
Guattari's last essay about tolerance. She was resting and wrestling with
a god, as Jacobs ladder was her lust desire machine of hubcaps and wings.
She was the night that said no more transference. No more
counter-transferences either. But an either was a neither when it came  to
double negation and exclusive disjunctions. She flipped back to page one
of Poetry and Schizoanalysis. Though she did love her enemies she could
turn away from the haughty and bold like any drag queen and be the
Nietzsche drag daughter she was and was not. She read Sterne and saw Swift
saw hate and heard love. And dialogues was her best book a bed and Keats.
She went to be bed breathing the babies forlorn of born embyros.

		Tata 

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	Fictions of Deleuze and Guattari Clifford Duffy-AT-Copyright 1998.