Then, of course, there’s Deleuze & Guattari.

Then, of course, there’s Deleuze & Guattari. There’s an excerpt from Anti-Oedipus in the From Modernism to Postmodernism anthology I mentioned earlier in the “Getting back to Baudrillard” post.

The language began to make sense—the most zeitgeist-timely for me, as what the FIGHT CLUB narrator was experiencing. I’d seen the movie when it first came out. I watched a lot of mainstream movies in that time period. Schiz body language is disturbing—it feels visceral, bouts of it are crass, it takes time to get used to. (Time—ha! That’s at stake, too.) But as one gets used to it, it can make sense, be knowable, and be self-analyzing. Seeing that Deleuze & Guattari had put this to paper was an enormous “a-ha!” of a relief. It’s all knowable from here. (And Descartes, after.) I think, therefore I—