Literature

"For literature is like schizophrenia; a process and not a goal, a production and not an expression."

- Anti-Oedipus, p.133

Ross Gay on Joy

Being of and without at once and the same time.

Anti-Oedipus

"In the literary machine that Proust’s “In Search of Lost Time” constitutes, we are struck by the fact that all the parts are produced as asymmetrical sections, paths that suddenly come to an end, hermetically sealed boxes, noncommunicating vessels, watertight compartments, in which there are gaps even between things that are contiguous, gaps that are affirmations, pieces of a puzzle belonging not to any one puzzle but to many, pieces assembled by forcing them into a certain place where they may or may not belong, their unmatched edges violently forced out of shape, forcibly made to fit together, to interlock, with a number of pieces always left over.”

 

AlphaGo

"AlphaGo look like the real mirror. When you play with AlphaGo, you feel very strange. You look like you're all the time naked. The first time you see this, you don't want to see, because, "This is me? Real me?" And more and more you need to accept. "Oh, this is the real me. So now, how can I do it?""

 - Fan Hui, 1:05

From Letters and Other Texts (2015)

 From Letters and Other Texts (2015):

p.201: In any case, fluxes flow.

p.216: Delirium is the peasant missing the furrow with the plow. And all sexuality is that.

p.223: It's simple, when you are fucking, when you are having an orgasm...the is no image.

p.225: Intensities drain images.

p.226: The image is the extension than an intensity takes when it dies.

p.239:  Schizo-analysis can be done anywhere, anytime, with anyone, without a contract, without transference.

p.254: I do not invent anything, I do not project anything, I do not bring anything into the world, I am nothing, not even a nothing, especially not: nothing more than an expression.

p. 257: Softness of the belly, as Giono wrote: consciousness is softness.

 

The narrow place

 https://twitter.com/NYT_first_said/status/1626539561080717312?lang=en

Our world is a cracked bell that no longer sounds

- Goethe

Circled with a bright edge

 'And yet it is true it is true. In the destructive element immerse.'... He spoke in a subdued tone, without looking at me, one hand on each side of his face. 'That was the way. To follow the dream, and again to follow the dream- and so- ewig- usque ad finem....' The whisper of his conviction seemed to open before me a vast and uncertain expanse, as of a crepuscular horizon on a plain at dawn- or was it, perchance, at the coming of the night? One had not the courage to decide; but it was a charming and deceptive light, throwing the impalpable poesy of its dimness over pitfalls- over graves. His life had begun in sacrifice, in enthusiasm for generous ideas; he had travelled very far, on various ways, on strange paths, and whatever he followed it had been without faltering, and therefore without shame and without regret. In so far he was right. That was the way, no doubt. Yet for all that the great plain on which men wander amongst graves and pitfalls remained very desolate under the impalpable poesy of its crepuscular light, overshadowed in the centre, circled with a bright edge as if surrounded by an abyss full of flames. When at last I broke the silence it was to express the opinion that no one could be more romantic than himself.

Conrad, Lord Jim

Zeroes, infinities

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NKmGVE85GUU

On Love

From "The Shortest Shadow", by Alenka Zupancic, p.174-175.

minima/anima

our existential state

 

 What is enlightenment, and if there are deep structures, is this evidence of a universal mind?

Eternal Return

I think the eternal return is comparable to when you have a wisp or grasp of an idea or a sentence and it flies away from you and you know if it has any importance or resilience, it will come back, perhaps in a more distilled or complete form. It takes a certain amount of faith, and to fear losing the grasp of concepts sometimes invokes anxiety. But the mere fact that robust concepts are structured to be remembered tells me that we live in a world that operates as gyre, a magical sorting hat. Our agency is delusional, yet when coincidences, synchronicities, and signs surface unexpectedly, my faith in the path (Way) redoubles.

Genius is combinations in communication

Notes on the Third Section of Alenka Zupancic's "The Shortest Shadow"

P.126: 

"God is this radical negativity."

P.127:

"To will nothingness" and "to will something" becomes a hinge such that the structure collapses in upon itself and one is left in depression. The depressive desires nothingness, yet to achieve that desire is to feel the pain that there is nothing to will, like the spirit of gd leaving the body.

 P.133: 

This third eye is in fact the envelope, a double helix with another circle or helix traced inside the center, pure potentiation or non-negative difference.

P.135:

The donkey brays "Ya-Ya" as the beat generation said "yes yes yes" to everything, to piss and shit and fucking indifferently. These blind affirmations are as useless as negations.

P.136:

To affirm is to "set free what lives." This happens by virtue of the eternal return. The gyre spins and at the point of inscription, for the duration of an infinitely short moment, the Real is set free to make its mark.

P.145:

Break on the break. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FFKMtv8tU0U

P.148

Discussion of the metonymic object of desire. This connection between words and desire (as opposed to metaphor) is integral, and relates itself to the fable of What the Tortoise Said to Achilles. This pulsation of perpetual desire is in fact Eros, akin the pulsation of orgasm or the hair flip of a squirrel's tail that is in heat.

P.153

Beyond good and evil is the eternal return.

P.160

"Dead things are looking at us," and the vitality of detritus, squalor. (cf. Jane Bennett)

P.173

"We see the difference between the object and the Thing without ever seeing the Thing." This is the function of parallax.

p.174-175

Zupancic' theory of love.

The tables might wobble but they don't fall down

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oo5-74dWGS0

That Wonderful Inconsistency

 “Do you want to be a gentleman, to spite her or to gain her over?” Biddy quietly asked me, after a pause.

“I don’t know,” I moodily answered.

“Because, if it is to spite her,” Biddy pursued, “I should think—but you know best—that might be better and more independently done by caring nothing for her words. And if it is to gain her over, I should think—but you know best—she was not worth gaining over.”

Exactly what I myself had thought, many times. Exactly what was perfectly manifest to me at the moment. But how could I, a poor dazed village lad, avoid that wonderful inconsistency into which the best and wisest of men fall every day?

“It may be all quite true,” said I to Biddy, “but I admire her dreadfully.”

- Dickens, Great Expectations

Khora, the womb and formless interval, the matrix of possibility

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kh%C3%B4ra