Gathering up

and reassembling thought
is not a solitary thing
since there is no desire
that does not flow into an assemblage
seeking cartographic context
in the assemblage of selfandsomething other.
To wish for warmth from the sun
on a grey October day,
is to construct a composite of self
within the density of a desireforlight
between the vista one composes
in the whispered "I desire this"
is to become-collective
in a multiple domain.

Deleuze's writings become assemblages of thought
specific to his life's events,
most evident when he writes with someone else,
like Guattari,
for some difference in potential to arise
within the event of their thought caught
in concert with each other's flashofinsight
inside a domeofdesire to solve a problem
contained within a celloed cone of silence
when the blow of their collective stick
is the lightning that makes things visible,
philosophy of active engagement
from which desire flows
into a compassed composition.

To construct an assemblage
takes a state of things that suits (a style of) ennunciation
to space-expressed
mapped out
from which to speak of inbetweens
while penetrating borders
like belonging bees
cross-pollinating singularities
within an orchid frameofmind
remaindering
inasense

"and part of you pours out of me
in these lines from time to time
oh canada i could drink a case of you
and still be on my feet..." (jm)

Otherwise
gathering
leaves
into
a
pile
is
just
a
headlong
rush
to
set
them
free.

And
another
Canadian
Thanksgiving
spent
inside
the
difference
of
a
year.