“Haecceity” : it’s about Labels on your Forehead – #Deleuze

Haecceity. I learned about this strange word in a book about Gilles Deleuze, a French Philosopher.

When we argue, when we talk, when we define ourselves, when you get an official letter, it puts a label on us. It says : “You are that”. So there!

It depends on the box, it depends how the society calls you :

Sociology, Psychology, Religion, Morals, Urbanism, Politics, Literature, Anthropology : every discipline PINS you on a board, as a woman, a muslim or a lover, a mother or a manager, et voilà!

The problem is WE ARE NOT AN ELEMENT OF A STOCK. We are human beings, and that implies that we are plugged, we change all along the day(s), we grow, we stop, we meet, etc.

Haecceity, says Deleuze, says that we should use more the word AND. Jean is a woman and a mother and a knitter and a fan of this group and has four good friends and likes France and just decided to divorce and plans to move and just began to blog and loves to bake with fruits, etc, she’s an INFINITY, and a moving one!

We are made of a series of events, of connections, of changes, and what defines us is our nature but also, a constant variation of plugs and deplugs, multi-events, joy, powers, feelings, intensities…

Wiki says :

Haecceity : the discrete qualities, properties or characteristics of a person that make it a particular thing. Haecceity is a person’s or object’s thisness.

There’s a danger is the way we write “We Are”, which label us and then put us “stuck in a stock”.

Deleuze says we are more accurately longitudes and latitudes, a group of different speeds and slownesses, an individual, a singularity, constantly inventing grapes of possibilities, a play of forces or encounters.

So play with words. Let people define you and other people. But don’t forget they are words. You are more than that.

There’s a article on WordPress about Deleuze’s singularities here.

Thanks for reading!

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“In Love with a Project” – The Marbles Syndrome

“I try on stories like clothes” Max Frisch.

 

In the Abécédaire, Gilles Deleuze explains that one never desire something of someone, but rather desire an aggregate : in desiring an object, a dress for example, the desire is not for the object, but for the whole context… So there is no desire, says Deleuze, that does not flow into an assemblage, “aggregate of skirt, of the sunray, of a street, of a woman, of a vista, of a color, constructing a region.”

I like to keep this idea in mind when love in involved. Someone loves you, but in fact this person loves the project around your story. It’s a bit strange to realise that someone does not love you “as you are”, but loves all the changes and the life you could bring to him or her… Or the money and security and the house coming with the horse, too ! Pure love has its ways…

Think about it when she/he doesn’t love you anymore. The boredom maybe came because the aggregate around you isn’t very funny or doable anymore, that’s all…

I one day read an interview of Claude Chabrol, a well known director of the French Nouvelle Vague, saying that to keep his wife in a good mood he had to “invent projects”. As he had no time, had his own projects (to work on his movies), he said that he had to move to another house every seven years. Voilà !

Idioms :

  • To pick up your marbles and go : Reprendre ses billes.
  • Battre de l’aile (literaly : shaking a wing) = To be on the skids (or on your “last leg”, which one is better, dear ?).

Tool :

If you feel that your lover is picking up his or her marbles, your couple is on the skids. Act quickly and invent a project. It can work. A big travel, a new home, whatever. Aggregate !

(If it pleases you, forget the project and try to be a little mean-and-evil : it could help this person to hate you and go away for good. After all, you maybe want your marbles back too, hé hé !)

Thank you Gilles Deleuze !

 

“I try on stories like clothes”

Max Frisch

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The Loss of Level 2

Clément Rosset is an astute French philosopher. Like his colleague Gilles Deleuze, he likes to invent new little concepts (I mean, far from “Big Concepts” with capitals, like Truth or Reason), to use them as… tools.

He is the inventor of the Loss of Level 2, which seems délicieusement useless, until…

Well, the Loss of Level 1 is… when you lose something. From “I lost my hat” to “End of a love story”, it’s easy to understand : you had something, and then you lost it. Bim.

The Loss of Level 2, says Rosset, is… when you keep something with you or next to you, but… you are not interested in it anymore !

Ha !

This strange idea seems funny, and it makes you smile, no ? Who needs philosophy to learn this ??

It’s like a seed for the mind. Maybe you don’t care, be maybe you’re thoughtful. You want to search how oriental it is. You maybe think about Tool Creativity.

Personaly I think about another way to create my own “Level 2”. Of what ? Love ? Creativity ? Change ? Choices ?

Tool : In your activity, could it be useful to “think different”, this way ? Making here a connection between “I lose something” and “I’m not interested anymore”, can it be reproduced ? Why ?

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