2011/10/25

the tyrants 's body the dictator's head/ flushed down the toi let   hidden in desert

    yet viewed _this time in the cool room    ~



Suddenly the despot --------------------------------sees rising up before
him, against him,


the enemy who brings death-an eye with too steady a
look, a mouth with too unfamiliar a smile; each organ is a possible
protest.


It is at one and the same time that a half-deaf Caesar complains
of an ear that no longer hears, and sees weighing on him the look of


Cassius, "lean and hungry," and the smile of Cassius, who "smiles in
such a sort as if he mock'd himself."


 A long chronicle that will carry the
assassinated, dismembered, dis-organ-ized, filed-down body of the
despot into the latrines of the city. Wasn't it already the anus that
detached the object on high and produced the eminent voice?


 Didn't the
transcendence of the phallus depend on the anus? 


But the latter is
revealed only at the end, as the last vestige of the vanished despot, the
underside of his voice: the despot is nothing more than this "dead rat's
ass suspended from the ceiling of the sky."


The organs begin by
detaching themselves from the despotic body, the organs of the citizen
risen up against the tyrant.


Then they will become those of private man,
they will become privatized after the model and memory of the
disgraced anus, ejected from the social field-the obsessive fear of
smelling bad.


 The entire history of primitive coding, of despotic
overcoding, and of the decoding of private man turns on these movements
of flows: the intense germinal influx, the surflux of royal incest,
and the reflux of excrement that conducts the dead despot to the
latrines, and conducts us all to today's "private man"-the history
sketched out by Artaud in his masterpiece Hetiogabale. The entire
history of the graphic flux goes from the flood of sperm in the tyrant's
cradle, to the wave of shit in his sewer tomb-"all writing is so much pig
shit," all writing is this simulation, sperm and excrement.

A/O
211----------------------------------------------------t-he former dictator was dragged from a drainpipe, where he had been hiding after his convoy was hit by fire while trying to flee Sirte as the town fell.
But Mahmoud Shammam says violence towards Gaddafi was to be expected.
"If a group of revolutionaries capture a killer who shed their blood for 42 years, do you think they would kiss his head?" he said.
"He killed young men and described them as rats, he launched Grad missiles against them, aircraft bombed them and tanks shelled them, he raped their women.
"What else do you think they would have done to Gaddafi?"
The entire history of primitive coding, of despotic
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overcoding, and of the decoding of private man turns on these movements
of flows: the intense germinal influx, the surflux of royal incest,
and the reflux of excrement that conducts the dead despot to the
latrines, and conducts us all to today's "private man"-the history
sketched out by Artaud in his masterpiece Hetiogabale. The entire
history of the graphic flux goes from the flood of sperm in the tyrant's
cradle, to the wave of shit in his sewer tomb-"all writing is so much pig


shit," all writing is this simulation, sperm and excrement.------------------------211a/o and reports

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---------------between war and words
bodies dying living beating 

breathing
bones    
living

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