Dear Candice and listers

Charles is a nice man. He will be happy his body has been possessed by a
demon and used as an intercessor to machine new narrative. He knows my start
with schizoanalysis of prescriptive Monadic realist narrative and the
schizoanalytic lines of flight from its impossibility to the outer reaches of
schizoanalysis at the very edge of the universe on a line which is an
infinite singularity. It gets lonely out here. It is nice to have playmates,
a-human lovers, to play with.

The fourth order simularcra is an invented machine which violently destroys
all representation, all language, all words. There are no words to say how
you feel; only feel with out knowing it. There is no you. Second person point
of view got smashed. Pure trauma. . . pure affect. I, you, they, can't know
it. It is a-human. It is lonely here on the edge of the universe. There are
no humans, only pretend humans. Kant, Leibniz, I eat their brains for
breakfast and get mad cow disease. A bitch at that time of the month. Well
then, that's queer theory. You want queer theory? I give queer theory.
_Neuromancer_ is an a-human homosexual love story. A love that cannot speak
its name! Homophobia is a-human universalising bound by an infinite
singularity. There is no homophobia. It got smashed up real bad. That alone
is pure joy.

One can still have pretend human playmates, I, me, my, you, your, we, us,
they, them. What's if mater if one says I or not? I must go now. The pretend
humans at my university are calling me through cyberspace and cybtertime to
attend the Affect Designated Research Group theory workshop on the writing of
Humberto Maturana. So I must prepare and will be gone for a time since I have
some way to travel. These are more of my playmates, I look forward to the
event.

many joyous times

Chris Jones.

(PS. Candice, want to hear something that will really crack you up? SoG told
me about the poetry-etc list and to go there. Please don't be offended or
upset, be happy at the uncertain gothic horror of cyberspace. It is most
joyous, too.)


On Monday 22 October 2001 16:45, you wrote:
> Chris Jones wrote:
> > The fictional
> > situation in this case is more wild and innovative because it is
> > happening in cyberspace and cybertime between several different
> > characters where you can no longer be certain who is who, on and off
> > lists, out of sync, here and there. Who is to say that I, Chris Jones, is
> > really me, but also an intercessor, in this situation. Even Charles
> > Stivale got dragged in as an intercessor and placed in a fictional
> > situation for some genetic testing tasks.
>
> This is all the funnier if you know Charley Stivale, who's one of the
> more conservative Deleuzian academics--a rather earnest fellow, wouldn't
> you say, Chris? I had no idea he was running a Deleuze list, and last I
> heard he was working on a Deleuzian analysis of Creole music, which would
> probably have struck Deleuze as on a par with the bisquits at Bo Jangles.
>
> > So I have to
> > admit to being amused when Candice asked me to vouch for it, while fully
> > understanding Candice's position and being happy to put my professional
> > judgement on the line.
> >
> > Son of genet is a virus which spreads by contagion. It is the devil's
> > child, the devil not being able to beget children by direct filiation and
> > sexual reproduction, must act by becoming a female succubus to a man and
> > by becoming a male incubus to a woman. So I was being asked to vouch for
> > a viral contagion, a child of the devil, understand my amusement, now?
>
> I should explain that Chris's being asked to "vouch" for SoG was not
> standard procedure when people seek to sub to the list and Jiscmail sends
> us an automatic notification of the request, which we usually approve just
> as automatically. Since the Kent Johnson/David Hess heteronymous circus,
> however, we've been checking Ids at the door with those who try to sub
> under an obvious pseudonym (and typically a Hotmail account). So, when I
> happened to catch the sub-request from Jiscmail for SoG, I sent him (or
> rather, "it") the usual polite e-mail, explaining that we didn't care who
> he was but only that we knew him to be who he said he was and asking for
> the usual home address/phone number or URL of his website.
>
> Another 24 hours or so went by before I heard back from SoG, who wrote me a
> long and rather impressive e-mail (it had very nice manners, I must say),
> explaining in turn that "son of genet" wasn't a pseudonym but its actual
> name and that it was the illegitimate child of Jean Genet and a woman in
> the Black Panthers. Well, I knew enough about Genet's biography to know
> that this was plausible in some ways (the Black Panther bit) and not at all
> in others (though artificial insemination could account for those). SoG
> went on at some length about its deep need for privacy, such that it
> wouldn't even reveal its gender, let alone its home address, and claiming
> to have no website either. It clearly wanted to join the list, though, and
> offered two Poetryetc-listee references in lieu of ID. One was Chris--and
> the other was Kent Johnson. That gave me pause, as you might imagine, but
> I'd come to know Chris a bit back-channel when he gave me some helpful
> insight into how Poetryetc members who were also on Brit-Po came to be on
> the receiving end of the SirCam virus. (Did that also provide the germ of
> this idea, Chris?) So, I e-mailed Chris about SoG and received a long,
> glowing testimonial to its erudition and intellectual sophistication;
> indeed, said Chris, he'd learned a great deal from his own interactions
> with SoG, which I can now well believe.
>
> The erudition and sophistication of SoG were soon demonstrated in a thread
> on classical music, during which it held its own with no less an authority
> than Martin Walker. Even so, SoG quit the list a day or two later,
> complaining that we talked too much, a complaint that now makes perfect
> sense in light of SoG's constructed origins and, for me, is the most
> amusing part: how could a virus not experience an e-mail discussion list as
> anything but spam?
>
> Candice