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No longer ourselves

A scan of text, accompanied by the art piece “piano piece for David Tudor 4” by Sylvano Bussoti, which is a piece of music with five clefs, nonsensically annotated. The lines of the clefs are bent out of place at awkward angles like wires, and instead of notes are dense scribbles attempting to look like music. The text reads: The two of us wrote Anti-Oedipus together. Since each of us was several, there was already quite a crowd. Here we have made use of everthing that came within range, what was closest as well as farthest away. We have assigned clevver pseudonyms to prevent recognition. Why have we kept our own names? Out of habit, purely out of habit. To make ourselves unrecognizable in turn. To render imperceptible, not ourselves, but what makes us act, feel, and think. Also because it’s nice to talk like everyone else, to say the sun rises, when everybody knows it’s only a matter of speaking. To reach, not the point where one no longer says I, but the point where it is no longer of any importance whether one says I. We are no longer ourselves. Each will know his own. We have been aided, inspired, multiplied.

Source: A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia by G. Deleuze and F. Guattari