/lit/ - Literature

>spiritually and metaphysically earth-shattering on a quantum level

About to reread. What can I do to absorb this book more holistically? I want to build a better feeling of tangibility with the concepts through some sort of action. Last time I just took lots of notes, and while I feel I got a lot of benefit (I feel extremely comfortable analyzing certain situations through a Deleuzoguattarian lens and find it very useful) I still have a nagging feeling that I haven't entirely internalized what I've read.

It's 2022 and you still haven't read this?!

You know, I had just really hoped in the second part they would have finally stopped harping on making fun of Freud constantly just for the sake of it

>A Thousand Plateaus
>Pre-op: 3.2" erect

Picrel: what the fuck is this shit? Convoluted jargon - the book

I don't get it

>the door opens and an impenetrable mass of marajuana smoke spills from the room into the hall
>stumbling through the smoke, two shabby shapes reeking of bongwater emerge
>pic related is held aloft by one of the men as several unshaven hippie french girls, nude save for flimsy veils tied low about their waists and showing mounds of unwashed pubic hair ripe with pthirus pubis, crowd with narcotic idiocy about their ankles and take lazy drags from the remaining roaches
>"we've done it, groovy G!" wheezes the man with the more putrid fingernails as the weed haze languidly disperses
>"*cough cough* we've *hits bong again* "saved western philosophy!"
>a gimp-suit wearing, aids-riddled Foucault appears and congratulates the two intrepid french thinkers
>somewhere, Lacan is giving his dick, shriveled by age and impotence, a final and thorough tugging before a crowd of baguette wielding students and communist card carrying intelligentsia who all give an enthusiastic yet appropriately sardonic applause that stretches into a hollow perpetuity, erupting into the final simulacrum of sound the World would ever know before its descent into cosmic schizophrenia

What the fuck are these dudes talking about

Where do I go from this bros?

Is this as worth reading as D&R or is it just "woah so wacky"?

Did D&G invent idpol?

Did D&G invent idpol?

The final boss of philosophy

>>16017530
My final recommendation

what would Russel say?

>the door opens and an impenetrable mass of marajuana smoke spills from the room into the hall
>stumbling through the smoke, two shabby shapes reeking of bongwater emerge
>pic related is held aloft by one of the men as several unshaven hippie french girls, nude save for flimsy veils tied low about their waists and showing mounds of unwashed pubic hair ripe with pthirus pubis, crowd with narcotic idiocy about their ankles and take lazy drags from the remaining roaches
>"we've done it, groovy G!" wheezes the man with the more putrid fingernails as the weed haze languidly disperses
>"*cough cough* we've *hits bong again* "saved western philosophy!"
>a gimp-suit wearing, aids-riddled Foucault appears and congratulates the two intrepid french thinkers
>somewhere, Lacan is giving his dick, shriveled by age and impotence, a final and thorough tugging before a crowd of baguette wielding students and communist card carrying intelligentsia who all give an enthusiastic yet appropriately sardonic applause that stretches into a hollow perpetuity, erupting into the final simulacrum of sound the World would ever know before its descent into cosmic schizophrenia

>the door opens and an impenetrable mass of marajuana smoke spills from the room into the hall
>stumbling through the smoke, two shabby shapes reeking of bongwater emerge
>pic related is held aloft by one of the men as several unshaven hippy french girls, nude save for flimsy veils tied low about their waists and showing mounds of unwashed pubic hair ripe with pthirus pubis, crowd with narcotic idiocy about their ankles and take lazy drags from the remaining roaches
>"we've done it, groovy G!" wheezes the man with the more putrid fingernails as the weed haze languidly disperses
>"*cough cough* we've *hits bong again* saved western philosophy!"
>a gimp-suit wearing, aids-riddled Foucault appears and congratulates the two intrepid french thinkers
>somewhere, Lacan is giving his dick, shriveled by age and impotence, a final and thorough tugging before a crowd of baguette wielding students and communist card carrying intelligentsia who all give an enthusiastic yet appropriately sardonic applause that stretches into a hollow perpetuity, erupting into the final simulacrum of sound the World would ever know before its descent into cosmic schizophrenia

Make sure you understand this one first. Writing ahead of your time requires a strong metaphysical grounding.

>>15447305
read some of this shit on shrooms, gave me awful anxiety, had to curl up on the floor for a bit