A sweating body already offers a show of erotic repulsion and attraction. The body’s primordial temptation to cover itself with its secretions. A mere trickle of water flowing over a smooth stone is enough to make it erotic. Everything that slides evokes sexual pleasure, even the wind. Sliding would thus seem to be the source of all pleasure, and perhaps of meaning.
Jean Baudrillard, Cool Memories (via applepieskies)
not sure I can do anything but laugh at this quote
Becoming is always of a different order than filiation. It concerns alliance. If evolution includes any veritable becomings, it is in the domain of symbioses that bring into play beings of totally different scales and kingdoms, with no possible filiation. There is a block of becoming that snaps up the wasp and the orchid, but from which no wasp-orchid could ever descend.
Deleuze and Guattari discard both interpretation and passion, rejecting both as sides of the same occlusion of immanence. Instead, they push personal feeling past its breaking point in affect that does not have to be referred to anything, on the black, ontological side of the cosmological register.
The principal strata binding human are the organism, signifiance, and interpretation, and subjectification and subjection. These strata together are what separates us from the plane of consistency and the abstract machine, where there is no longer any regime of signs, where the line of flight effectuates its own potential positivity and deterritorialization its absolute power. The problem, from this standpoint, is to tip to most favorable assemblage from its side facing the strata to its side facing the plane of consistency or the body without organs. Subjectification carries desire to such a point of excess and unloosening that it must either annihilate itself in a black hole or change planes. Destratify, open up to a new function, a diagrammatic function. Let consciousness cease to be its own double, and passion the double of one person for another. Make consciousness an experimentation in life, and passion a field of continuous intensities, an emission of particle-signs. Make the body without organs of consciousness and love. Use love and consciousness to abolish subjectification […] Use the I think for a becoming-animal, and love for a becoming-woman of man. Desubjectify consciousness and passion. Are there not diagrammatic redundancies distinct from both signifying redundancies and subjective redundancies? Redundancies that would no longer be knots of arborescence but resumptions and upsurges in rhizomes?
Deleuze and Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus, “On Several Regimes of Signs,” 134
(via feelingpolitical)
What I want is to open up. I want to know what’s inside me. I want everybody to open up. I’m like an imbecile with a can opener in his hand, wondering where to begin— to open up the earth. I know that underneath the mess everything is marvelous. I’m sure of it.
Because I dived into the abyss I started to love the abyss of which I am made.
It after reading baudrillards discussion of the hyper real, or porn, of obesity, of sex, or seduction, and the object, that for the first time I was able to formulate to myself how much my own work dealt with the explorations of the real, and this is an enormous part of what I do as an artist reinstill and explore the real. I sculpt to give a space for the real to unfold, I perform to give an inkling of what it might be like on the other side
when I think of how much I want you a feeling of inconceivable longing passes through my body. I am a becoming desire. I cease to exist as a mind, and begin to exist as a possibility.
love is driving me. making me. motivating me. I want you.
There is no real, there never was a real. Seduction knows this and preserves its enigma
TESS TENNESSEE MILLER 