L'Abécédaire de Gilles Deleuze - Pierre-André Boutang (1996)

L'Abécédaire de Gilles Deleuze - Pierre-André Boutang (1996) [PART 1]
The eight-hour series of interviews between Gilles Deleuze and Claire Parnet, filmed by Pierre-André Boutang in 1988-1989. The individual episodes are "A comme Animal," "B comme Boisson," "C comme Culture," "D comme Désir," "E comme Enfance," "F comme Fidélité," "G comme Gauche," "H comme Histoire de la philosophie", "I comme Idée, "J comme Joie", "K comme Kant", "L comme Literature,"M comme Maladie,"N comme Neurologie", "O comme Opéra", "P comme Professeur", "Q comme question," "R comme Résistance", "S comme Style","T comme Tennis","U comme Un", "V comme Voyage", "W comme Wittgenstein, "X & Y comme inconnues," "Z comme Zigzag" (PART 1)



L'Abécédaire de Gilles Deleuze - Pierre-André Boutang (1996) [PART 2]
Part 2 of the eight-hour series of interviews between Gilles Deleuze and Claire Parnet, filmed by Pierre-André Boutang in 1988-1989. [PART 2]



I'm very thankful to the one who posted that on Google Video. This is a real gem...

I Am Part Of The Load

I am part of the load
Not rightly balanced
I drop off in the grass,
like the old Cave-sleepers, to browse
wherever I fall.

For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains
floating and flying in the will of the air,
often forgetting ever being
in that state, but in sleep
I migrate back. I spring loose
from the four-branched, time -and-space cross,
this waiting room.

I walk into a huge pasture
I nurse the milk of millennia

Everyone does this in different ways.
Knowing that conscious decisions
and personal memory
are much too small a place to live,
every human being streams at night
into the loving nowhere, or during the day,
in some absorbing work.

Rumi "We Are Three"

From: (Mathnawi, VI 216-227) 

A bear is my muse...

 Tehila it a wanji mato etaha mako skanl

"Treat each bear as the last bear"

 Pata wanji mato oiha ke wanil

I sometimes fear that my muse is actually a mockingbird, hidden up in its tree, making fun of me by pretending to be that one bear I cherish...maybe my muse is made out of plastic and my words are vain...

No matter how deep my doubts are sometimes, no matter how these feelings bring out much sorrow in me....I'll keep treating that one bear as the last bear because I know I owe him much more that he'll ever be aware of...

What this is all about...

I don't feel like explaining or justifying much...this is about all I can express...

I can dance around naked in the middle of nowhere or in the middle of a crowd, it doesn't make much difference to me...I find it difficult to expose the reality and depth of my feelings...of what is really going on in my heart and soul...because only one has to know and that is all that matters to me.

 
This is probably why I tend to spit out my truth and lick my wounds, writing words to eventually end up singing them...and when I'm throwing my words at an audience, I could be undressed it wouldn't make any difference, still...people see what they want to see, hear what they want to hear...I know they will interpret it the way they feel...and I know they'll have a judgement, positive or negative but it is not my problem anymore. This sort of exhibitionism has been saving my life, so far...

There are so many brilliant artists, philosophers, thinkers, farmers, lonely souls, drunks, or whoever clever and gifted beings able to transcend the beauty of mankind when mankind is at its best...or at its worst which can be, sometimes, the best to me.
I am not an intellectual and certainly never pretended to be a good writer...but I'm curious and I need "food" to help myself finding ways to put words together, and sing them up, and dance in circles, dressed or naked...depending on the eye that one has on me...and how one understands or perceives what I'm trying to give...or selfishly trying to get rid of, without asking for anyone's permission.

Kensico

This is what I only have to share...all these brilliant or broken souls that make my heart beat and feed my solitary mind...