I pull a raised platform strung up with lights out of my mouthfrom “wake up your saints and settle down for the night” by Sasha Fletcher
without much difficulty and then I stand on the stage and wait
while a crowd gathers. What are you doing they say
and I tell them that I am performing miracles.
I start by placing all their trouble in my mouth
until the world seems brighter
and this brightness is directly related
to the lights on my stage. I receive wild
and unheralded applause. At the edge of town
is a vast encroaching darkness.
Can you swallow that too they say
and I tell them I can swallow that too.
If desire is repressed, it is because every position of desire, no matter how small, is capable of calling into question the established order of a society: not that desire is asocial, on the contrary. But it is explosive; there is no desiring-machine capable of being assembled without demolishing entire social sectors. Despite what some revolutionaries think about this, desire is revolutionary in its essence — desire, not left-wing holidays! — and no society can tolerate a position of real desire without its structures of exploitation, servitude, and hierarchy being compromised. […] [S]exuality and love do not live in the bedroom of Oedipus, they dream instead of wide-open spaces, and cause strange flows to circulate that do not let themselves be stocked within an established order.Deleuze and Guattari, Anti-Oedipus, “Psychoanalysis and the Familialism: The Holy Family,” p. 116 (via feelingpolitical)