I thought it was some secondary lit written by others either explaining what d and g were saying or taking their ideas and running with it. I read it randomly while I was looking for extra texts around Anti-Oedipus and remember thinking ''oh man this is good, who wrote it?"What did you think you were reading?
In “A Gold RingThere's a chapter in The Pound Era where Kenner talks about a knot in a rope being a pattern of energy made visible by the rope. He says the same thing about water and the poetic image. It's the medium through which you see the shape of the energies.
my other rat story is one my other mate told me and it was about when he went on a ratting trip to a farm with some professional ratters.
they built a big fire and then were just spearing the rats as they ran out from everywhere and flinging them on the fire.
and he said there's so much screeching, screaming and then the smell of burning flesh, so it was all a bit on top, but then he saw the thing that made it positively satanic, which was one rat crawling across the floor on fire and another rat was eating it.
I read this when I was about 14 and I vividly remember this bitIt was actually the same mate who came round and did thd ceiling for me, he's full of tall stories. He was telling me a classic about a night out with his bird.
And we were talking about the godfather book, by Mario puzo, cos I was showing him the first episode of "the offer" which is the kind of thing up his street.
Anyway, this other friend had been saying to me hod good the original godfather book is, I've never read it, and I knew he had, so I was asking him about it.
"Weird. Good, but weird."
Then he goes onto say how the Sonny character has a much bigger part and his affair is a major thing, and that the woman he's shagging says how 9nly sonny can satisfy her secually, cos he's got a big dick, and she's got this huge vagina.
And he said it's like your reading it and this thing about sonny's big dick anc her bucket fanny keep coming, not once but a few times.
"I’m home kind of fucking around. Listening to my own words. Redundancy. Peepee poopoo. Things are so fucking weird!"
"Say stupid shit. Barf out the fucking-around-o-maniacal schizo flow."
"Writing for nobody? Impossible. You fumble, you stop. I don’t even take the trouble of expressing myself so that when I reread myself I can understand whatever it was I was trying to say. Gilles will figure it out, he’ll work it through."
translation ain't very goodI didn't realise Anti-Oedipus was mostly written by Guattari and Deleuze was essentially his editor. I suppose it makes sense given their respective fields and the content of the book.
Guattari's notes provide a fair bit of ammo to the people who argue it's all just nonsense too.
From The Anti-Oedipus Papers, a set of notes and journal entries by Félix Guattari. When Guattari, born on this day in 1930, cowrote Anti-Oedipus (1972) with Gilles Deleuze, readers and scholars were baffled by their process; Guattari’s extensive diarizing pulls back the curtain on their...www.theparisreview.org