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wiregrrrl · 10 months

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Deltarune, or how do you become a Body without Organs?

After a year of struggling with it, the video is FINALLY out!

#deltarune #deltarune analysis #deltarune theory #deltarune video #utdr #philosophy #deleuze #guattari #body without organs #d&g

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autonoes · 5 months

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today in the library i turned a deleuze and guattari paragraph into a poem

#a thousand plateaus #deleuze #guattari #deleuze and guattari #deleuze & guattari #body without organs #bwo #philosophy #poetry #d&g #capitalism and schizophrenia

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fangednominals · 5 months

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Gilles Deleuze & Felix Guatarri, A Thousand Plateaus (1980), How Do You Make Yourself A Body Without Organs?

#philosophy #mysticism #gilles deleuze #felix guattari #a thousand plateaus #capitalism and schizophrenia #body without organs #schizoanalysis

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loneberry · 1 year

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“The BwO [body without organs] is the egg. But the egg is not regressive; on the contrary, it is perfectly contemporary, you always carry it with you as your own milieu of experimentation, your associated milieu. The egg is the milieu of pure intensity, spatium not extension, Zero intensity as principle of production. There is a fundamental convergence between science and myth, embryology and mythology, the biological egg and the psychic or cosmic egg: the egg always designates this intensive reality, which is not undifferentiated, but is where things and organs are distinguished solely by gradients, migrations, zones of proximity. The egg is the BwO. The BwO is not "before" the organism; it is adjacent to it and is continually in the process of constructing itself.”

—Deleuze and Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus

Some egg theory for all u deleuzeheads out there itching for an omelette without organs, an omelette of pure potential…

The pythagoreans didn’t eat beans bc they were…like the universe? It seems somehow related. The bean is the OG BwO

#gilles deleuze #deleuze #guattari #philosophy #body without organs #egg #eggs #theory

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quaaaasar · 6 months

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"Let us go further still... We haven't sufficiently dismantled our self." -- D + G

A Thousand Plateaus, pg. 151

#deleuze #deleuze and guattari #philosophy #body without organs #book quote #a thousand plateaus

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thousandsofleaves · 1 year

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Behold, the actual body withouth organs

#damm i wish that'd be me #deleuze #d&g #anti-oedipus #body without organs #bwo #philosophy

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havesexwithghosts · 2 years

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Body without Organs - Vanishing Pentagram

#body without organs #vanishing pentagram #isis and thoth #deleuze and guattari #antonin artaud #industrial

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segemarldoodles · 2 years

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Probably my favorite TWiaBPaIaNLAtD song

#my art #music #The World is a Beautiful Place & I an No Longer Afraid to Die #Body Without Organs #lyric art #artists on tumblr #Bandcamp

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omegaplus · 2 years

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# 4,078

June 14, 2018.

OK. Show’s over. Cold Cave says good night and Warsaw clears out. Everyone go home. I head to the ‘G’ subway line to get to Court Square but, lucky me, the line is shut down for repairs. The MTA / LIRR in New York City and on Long Island respectively is a necessary evil which tells you to go fuck yourself on a daily basis. Now what? Good thing there a free shuttle bus that takes us right to Court Square which takes me to the ‘E’ line all the way to Jamaica station. What does Tropic Of Cancer’s “More Alone” have to do with any of this? It’s what was playing on my iPod Classic (160GB) on the shuttle route to Court Square, a mode of transportation I haven’t taken since last decade when my ex- Yenny and I took to Rochester to see Projekt Revolution.

Part Two. “Osiris Rises” was what came on next when boarding the ‘E’ line to the Jamaica stop. The ‘E’ was the most exhaustive subway ride I ever taken at 10 separate stops over 45 minutes to get to where I needed to. Subway rides are also where you meet and chatter with random people, such as one young lady who was to get off halfway. Imagine Lorde but without make-up, shorter with curves and wider-than-normal hips; straight shoulder-length honey hair wearing a pink ringer tee and a knee-length denim skirt. I’m truly experiencing a dream in the real world where things could have and may have been possible but never would be, but for once it is. We talked about how impatient we were taking a tiring ride to our respective destinations. Her complexion was a little unique and nothing I seen before from from the opposite sex on an every day basis, hence why I kept glancing at her to figure her out. She dispersed the ‘E’ line before I did and that was it. She was now a memory attached to all of the night’s events, and someone I will never ever see again.

I hung on and finally made it to the Jamaica stop but realized that this station wasn’t familiar to me? I was supposed to get off on Sutphin Blvd., the booth operator told me. I hop on the ‘E’ line again going the opposite way, sitting inside a near empty car on a 15-minute standstill. That’s when “She-Women Of The SS” came on the randomizer. The eerie but colorful two-bit electronic bleeps slowly creep in, filling up the otherwise silent scene as I waited for the subway cars to close doors and shift on. One stop the other way and it’s Sutphin Blvd. to walk to the real Jamaica stop home. I look at my watch: it’s 12:35 AM. I look at the take-off, my train leaves at 12:36 AM. Time to hustle my ass upstairs. I board the Jamaica train with about one minute to spare, stealing it like Jacob Ellsbury stealing home plate. Had I missed the Jamaica bolt, I’d be fucked, because I had to be at work by 9:45 AM.

Jamaica to Deer Park. Why Deer Park? Because it’s a $4.00 difference between that station and Brentwood. The Long Island Railroad (LIRR) prices its’ tickets according to zones. Now you know why commuters roll the dice to find a parking spot during sunshine hours. I sit down and at first it’s quiet. I’m on the right-hand side mid-car, facing and riding east. For the first half of the ride my music is turned up. Earphones pushed in and I normally don’t care about what’s around me. Melody’s Echo Chamber’s “Cross My Heart” plays. (Don’t ask me why other than the answer is that I’m auditioning for future radio broadcasts. With my history, I wouldn’t be caught dead with something like it.) I turn it down, half-hear, and look up to see some 50-something Long Island stereotype complete with a loud drawling Boston / Brooklyn / Jersey-bred accent. It’s the worst linguistic amalgam I could imagine. She’s waving her phone around blasting Hall & Oates and showing everyone in vicinity her friend’s wedding photos, like anyone cares. You guessed it: it’s drunk hour on the train. Everyone’s sitting helpless watching this loud donkey and she didn’t give a fuck what people thought of her, but someone else gave it a try.

This 20 year-old kid was fed up and wasn’t having it. He yelled at her to stop and said his piece of mind; b-bombs, expletives, four-letter words and all. We now have a squabble. It got everyone’s attention including our star of the show. He laid it down on her thick. A back-and-forth ensued and eventually two other friends of hers jumped in, even “apologizing” to him for her behavior but gave her a pass because “it’s drunk hour and it’s expected”. Civility flies out the window and now we got a shouting match. Both sides called bullshit and held mirrors on each other in the ultimate race to see who’s more righteous. The drunk lady then spat her wad of gum at the kid and everyone gasped. The charming young man quivered in shock that she spat her gum at him, but he still kept going. Two more stops to go; him and his crew said “fuck this”, got out of their seats and waited to get off the train. She still was mouthing off all the way home, threatening to call her husband up to meet them at their stop. But, at least she said “goodbye” and “have a good night!” to everyone else not involved.

Welcome to Long Island.

#omega #music #mixtapes #reviews #playlists #Tropic Of Cancer #Body Without Organs #Melody's Echo Chamber

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runningfrompirates · 2 months

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MORE POETRY BY YOURS TRULY

I wrote a poem about Deleuze when I should've been doing debate prep. I have no regrets.

#gilles deleuze #deleuze and guattari #anti-oedipus #body without organs #postmodernism #bp debate #british parlimentary debate #speech and debate #ld debate #policy debate

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arhizome · 3 months

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Per-sans-ally-ты

What's this "personality" everyone is having?

Is it safe?

Is it obligatory?

Is it a Body Without Organs?

I don't think I've ever experienced it myself.

I'd give it a try, but I'm not sure.

Will I be able to return it and get a refund if I don't like it?

#body without organs #deleuze #half-joke half-poetry 29/42 genuine question #i am not drunk #philosophy shitpost

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chrisengel · 6 months

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#body without organs #t shirt

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altrbody · 6 months

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How do you become a 'Body without Organs'? An illustrated manual and a visual dictionary

"This project is an illustrated manual and a visual dictionary for the text by Gilles Deleuze and Felix Guattari - "November 28: 1947: How Do You Make Yourself a Body without Organs?" in Their book ' A Thousand Plateaus'. This philosophical text from the 80' contains a vast amount of graphic description on how to Become A 'Body without Organs' which is a core concept in their work. The challenge for me was to first understand the terms and the ideas in the text, and then to Translate them into a visual representation. The illustration and the quotes have a matching numeral order and they guide the reader Through main ideas in the text. This work was created as a seminar in my M.A studies at the Interdisciplinary Program in the Arts, The Yolanda and David Katz Faculty of the Arts, Tel Aviv University 2016."

By Ayala Tal

#ayala tal #body without organs #bwo #deleuze #body

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aquiyahoraempiezaelconflicto · 9 months

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