Preamble

In the spirit of Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari’s collaboration, or deindividuated authorial coupling ‘between you and me’, we speak together (or not at all) as a fused reader-writer becoming-couple; a reader reading written signs of some writer(s) is the minimal threshold or condition.

In the imperative mode: disjoint, multiply, time or times, that is. An imperative, however, of exhortation, not command. We speak together, for the displacement and disjointing of unitary imposed time, that is, work time.

Presuming for now, at least at the limit (and the limit is, as we shall see below, the measure of the gradient or scissor angle between formal and real subsumption), more and more, all time is work time, as if all digital clocks had hidden punches. Work time is the marching time of ‘one-two-three-four-one-two-three-four’: regular, automatic, endlessly repetitive, instituting fast grooves to follow-fill. So on and so on and so on and so on.

Dis-joint, de-couple, dis-place. Favour, instead, multiplication. Love multiplies. Add and add and then take adding to the next power. Increase and fold over the increases to increase faster and at different scales. Release the folds of plural times, bloom a hundred flowers, explicate a thousand plateaus or levels.

Practice over theory, action over representation, knowing full well that as we use the technology or machine of language, the name of the thing tends to insist it is done and finished, pushing any dynamic tendencies, flows and fluxes of time to the margins, peripheries, and dumping lots of error.

As if time does not infect all things. As if names as fixed identities do not always fail.