I wanted to share some thoughts with you before the ripples created by our last encounter die out. These thoughts come out of the phantasmagorical discussions had and scandalous things done.

As usually happens to me in such circumstances I was moved, pushed a bit out of my previous libidinal locus. Although I have not understood well what this was all about, I feel I would prefer encouraging this dislocation rather than allowing the fragments to return into their previous capsule.

The meteorites and vortexes of libidinal particles created by the witches’ gatherings are different from our everyday affective experiences and cannot replace them. The everyday is an affective cosmos with particularly complex rhythms and intensities. But the gathering is vital for me, because it tears an opening of desire into the tissue of the habitual. This impudent libidinal intrusion pushes me to refuse the sad, egocentric or compulsive pleasures of my routines. However, in time, its memory becomes delicate, translucent and eventually fades out. It needs to be refreshed.

The pleasures of the respectable society seem to me a kind of symbolic formaldehyde, a liquid that burns and mummifies, irritates and puts to sleep, which aims to preserve me for all eternity into a desiccated but generically agreeable form. I waste a lot of energy secreting protective membranes and searching for spaces less polluted by this liquid. This effort makes me rather cautious, mocking and disinterested when I have to deal with the mainstream. At times, it transforms my libidinal territory into a fortress. The outrageous courage to open towards the other and otherness that I experience within the vortex of the encounter melts a bit away theses calcifications, without cancelling my healthy refusal.

All this romanticism was only a preamble to saying that I would like to insolently extend another libidinal tentacle towards your affective territories. Is anyone interested in a workshop on electronic music? Followed by a small gig and, obviously, a party? Or, maybe, in a discussion on the creation of a counter-propaganda video? Or in planning a nihilist vaudeville or a public obscenity? Or in something else along these lines?