Photography, If There Is Photography, Is Already

The Technocrat Is The Natural Friend Of The Dictator—computers And Dictatorship; But The Revolutionary Lives In The Gap Which Separates Technical Progress From Social Totality, And Inscribed There His Dream Of Permanent Revolution. This Dream, Therefore, Is Itself Action, Reality, And An Effective Menace To All Established Order; It Renders Possible What It Dreams About.

D.h. Lawrence Had The Impression – That Psychoanalysis Was Shutting Sexuality Up In A Bizarre Sort Of Box Painted With Bourgeois Motifs, In A Kind Of Rather Repugnant Artificial Triangle, Thereby Stifling The Whole Of Sexuality As A Production Of Desire So As To Recast It Along Entirely Different Lines, Making Of It A ‘dirty Little Secret’, A Dirty Little Family Secret, A Private Theater Rather Than The Fantastic Factory Of Nature And Production

Write, Form A Rhizome, Increase Your Territory By Deterritorialization, Extend The Line Of Flight To The Point Where It Becomes An Abstract Machine Covering The Entire Plane Of Consistency.

Writing Has Nothing To Do With Meaning. It Has To Do With Landsurveying And Cartography, Including The Mapping Of Countries Yet To Come.

Psychoanalysis Was From The Start, Still Is, And Perhaps Always Will Be A Well-constituted Church And A Form Of Treatment Based On A Set Of Beliefs That Only The Very Faithful Could Adhere To, I.e., Those Who Believe In A Security That Amounts To Being Lost In The Herd And Defined In Terms Of Common And External Goals