.

they found it in each other

a moment

a plateau

a multiplicity connected to another
multiplicity by superficial underground
stems, joined in such a way as to form
or extend a rhizome.

if traditional concepts are bricks,
theirs was an orchestration of crashing
bricks. deleuzian singularities extracted
from a variety of disciplinary edifices,
and each brick carried a trace of their
former place defined by the arc of its
vector. vectors converged in a volatile
juncture, lines of flight drawn between
their two points that played a pitch
of convergent intensity, a suspended
heightening of energies that left
an intensive state, their disparate
elements held together in tight
juxtaposition.

they wrote their story together.

assemblages, ideas converged on
plateaus of thought that collectively
embraced no hierarchical order.
instead, they re-created themselves,
became a non-reducible plurality;
theirs was a new kind of space,
geographied in multidisciplinary
theories that coalesced on the
border between them. and there,
in the in-between-ness of philosophy,
literature and art, history, politics,
even psychoanalysis (which lay
just beneath their surface),
and in language itself, they
found a moment for each other.

if there is a geography to people,
his is a winged-halo flight, a
fast and furious bird's eye view,
while hers is grounded in lakeful
blue, and shoreline-serene.