tired of trees.
We’re tired of trees. We should stop believing in trees, roots, and radicles.They’ve made us suffer too much. All of arborescent culture is founded on
them, from biology to linguistics. Nothing is beautiful or loving or political
aside from underground stems and aerial root, adventitious growths and
rhizomes.
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————————— quote from rhizome guattari an deleuze.
and its true wha ts said there about trees think of the shit that was caused by that tree in the garden the whole the HOle Dualistic thing between this tree you can t eat from that and that you can and the Punishment whichfollowed.
down with binary crowns an trees
lets be burrows, and rhizomes ….
love, packs, wolves
What does it mean to love somebody? It is always to seize that person
in a mass, extract that person from a group, however small, in which he
or she participates, whether it be through the family only or through
something else; then to find that person’s own packs, the multiplicities
he or she encloses within him or herself which may be of an entirely
different nature. To join them to mine, to make them
penetrate mine, and for me to penetrate the other person’s. Heavenly
nuptials, multiplicities of multiplicities.
- ___ from a thousand plateaus. not of schizophrenia but assemblages, desire machines
- ___ from a thousand plateaus. not of schizophrenia but assemblages, desire machines
“Do not pray/ think”
T.S. Eliot, from The Complete Poems And Plays: 1909 - 1950 (via violentwavesofemotion)
Forgetting
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_____And I pray that I may forget
These matters that with myself I too much discuss […]_________________
This is a terrible thing to do to recommend and to do ‘to pray’. to pray is to reinforce the conditions that gave rise to the paraonia instituted by the punishing god of infinite debt. t.s . eliot wrote those words in religious delirium.
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Forgetting
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This is a terrible thing to do to recommend and to do ‘to pray’. to pray is to reinforce the conditions that gave rise to the paraonia instituted by the punishing god of infinite debt. t.s . eliot wrote those words in religious delirium.
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