Quercus Suber
That was a small thing,
The indescribable arc from chin to neck, Caught,
in the delight of your looking away,
Maybe your thoughts are like the otherside of yesterday
and your shrugs gifts to indifference,
I would tell time hurry and make me soft with forgetfullness.
Read all the lists of my faults in advance [ why did all those rosters die so mysteriously]
Put forward a case based in vanity but modeled with shadow pupets,
if an escaped gasp , like an immposibility , or a frightened mouse,
meet between dawns, if teeth would crash into each Black space and people
would turn to see ants dancing the samba on top of a silver pin.
I would not be more surprised.
The state of experience is not subjective, at least not necessarily so. Nor is it individual. It is flux, and the interruption of flux, and each intensity is necessarily related to another intensity, such that something passes through. This is what underlies all codes, what eludes them, and what the codes seek to translate, convert, and forge anew. But Nietzsche, in this writing on intensities, tells us: do not trade intensities for mere representations. The intensity refers neither to signifieds which would be the representations of things, nor to signifiers which would be the representations of words.
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| — | Gilles Deleuze, Desert Islands (via mattermedia) |
