The tale is how the different inventories in our concept for electracy—that have been articulated thus far by the set of instructions below—are held together. Right now, this blog is the canvas for the concept. The voice of the blog is me through my proper name. The goal in the second part of this course is to achieve thought as Event (as defined by Deleuze and Guattari and explained in my blog posts below). My proper name and I are in the process of thinking this thought as Event in this blog. This blog represents me taking over the commercial form and telling a vital anecdote that will relate to an event of thought using modernist (artistic) techniques. The event of thought that I will propose in part two will put the event in my subject position, so that my position of identity is seen as a consequence of an assemblage, like a flower contemplating its own soil and sunlight (class notes) or the elusive secret love in John Clare’s poem below:
Song I hid my love when young till I Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly; I hid my love to my despite Till I could not bear to look at light: I dare not gaze upon her face But left her memory in each place; Where'er I saw a wild flower lie I kissed and bade my love good-bye. I met her in the greenest dells, Where dewdrops pearl the wood bluebells; The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye, The bee kissed and went singing by, A sunbeam found a passage there, A gold chain round her neck so fair; She lay there all the summer long. I hid my love in field and town Till e'en the breeze would knock me down; The bees seemed singing ballads o'er, The fly's bass turned a lion's roar; And even silence found a tongue, To haunt me all the summer long; The riddle nature could not prove Was nothing else but secret love. |
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