Again i reproduce part of a copyrighted text without comment. Reading an article about Adam Szymczyk and his way of curating a documenta 14 Anti-Oedipus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia was mentioned.(Kunstforum 248 p.52) Remembering that i recently had downloaded Deleuze and Guattari's work i thought that i maybe i could divert an excerpt to draw a further parallel to my actual state of being in the sense of a Dadaistic method applying random objects.
If we wish to have some idea of the forces that the body without organs exerts later on in the uninterrupted process, we must first establish a parallel between desiring-production and social production. We intend such a parallel to be regarded as merely phenomenological:we are here drawing no conclusions whatsoever as to the nature and the relationship of the two productions, nor does the parallel we are about to establish provide any sort of a priori answer to the question whether desiring-production and social production are really two separate and distinct productions. Its one purpose is to point out the fact that the forms of social production, like those of desiring-production, involve an unengendered non-productive attitude, an element of antiproduction coupled with the process, a full body that functions as a socius. This socius may be the body of the earth, that of the tyrant, or capital. This is the body that Marx is referring to when he says that it is not the product of labor, but rather appears as its natural or divine presupposition. In fact, it does not restrict itself merely to opposing productive forces in and of themselves. It falls back on (il se rabat sur) * all production, constituting a surface over which the forces and agents of production are distributed, thereby appropriating for itself all surplus production and arrogating to itself both the whole and the parts of the process, which now seem to emanate from it as a quasi cause. Forces and agents come to represent a miraculous form of its own power: they appear to be "miraculated" (miracules) by it. In a word, the socius as a full body forms a surface where all production is recorded, whereupon the entire process appears to emanate from this recording surface. Society constructs its own delirium by recording the process of production; but it is not a conscious delirium, or rather is a true consciousness of a false movement, a true perception of an apparent objective movement, a true perception of the movement that is produced on the recording surface.
Sunday, 12
Observations
Here, where I am living, some people don't talk about their plans. They keep them in their mind like a secret till they start to realise that they choke something back about their future. Not deliberately, but as a common pattern. People suddenly disappear and equally surprisingly reappear. When I enquire about the missing ones I just get the answer they are travelling. Something we don't talk about. Me, I mostly share my plans, just to find out if they are good and appreciated. I wondered what could be behind this not giving voice to thoughts. I came to the conclusion that these special ones don't want nobody to disturb their doing like they are firing arrows, which are supposed not to fail, through the thicket.
Further, I assume showing yourself naked is a question of dominance. To explain my perception I just can say that I repeatedly saw only one man within a group being found topless. While everybody adores his puffy thorax (inclusively me) this one somehow communicates being the leader of that very moment's group. Women do so as well. One morning I went into the kitchen to prepare my coffee. As a matter of fact, coming directly from bed, I wore only a strapless casual mini dress. I passed our maid who immediately took off her top and exposed her wonderful breasts. I found that very astonishing. (i know this observation is dubious as Presidents who are definitely leading always wear massive flowing garments)
Whenever wherever I am doing something people probably will comment what I am doing. For example when I am sweeping people say: Maren is sweeping. When I am sitting somewhere just relaxing for a moment they say: Mimi is sitting. The first question people who address me as soon as I leave my house and enter the street use to pose: what's your name? where from? As I really got fed up of giving the same answer several times a day I mostly give them my nickname they even prefer. And as country of origin: Italy. Mimi outta Italy.