I have always bristled when someone asked me for a personal learning plan, professional
development plan. Why were they bothering me when clearly the real issue was that they didn't
have one and maybe me making one could show them how.
Well...after some interesting conversation and very 'free' association an idea of
a 'Picnic Plan'
emerged.
Dude!
I love picnics.
"Ah, but
a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for?"
1."I have
nothing to admit" -Gilles Deleuze
2."A map has
no vocabulary, no lexicon of precise meanings. It communicates in lines, hues,
tones, coded symbols, and empty spaces, much like music. Nor does a map have its own
voice. It is many-tongued, a chorus reciting centuries of accumulated knowledge in echoed
chants. A map provides no answers. It only suggests where to look: discover this, reexamine
that, put one thing in relation to another, orient yourself, begin here...Sometimes a map speaks
in terms of physical geography, but just as often it muses on the jagged terrain of the heart, the
distant vistas of memory, or the fantastic landscapes of dreams."
3. " I would
like to explain how I view what I have written. I belong to a generation, one of the
last generations, that was more or less assassinated with the history of philosophy. History of
philosophy has an obvious, repressive function in philosophy; it is philosophy's very own
Oedipus. "All the same you won't dare to speak in your own name as long as you have not
read this and that, and that on this, and this on that."
Nietzsche whom I read late was the
one who pulled me out of all this. For it is impossible to
submit him to such a treatment. He gives you a perverse taste that neither Marx nor Freud have
ever given you: the desire for everyone to say simple things in his own name, to speak through
affects, intensities,experiences, experiments. To say something in one's own name is very
strange, for it is not at all when we consider ourselves as selves, persons, or subjects that we
speak in our own name. On the contrary, an individual acquires a true proper name as the
result of the most severe operations of depersonalization, when he opens himself to multiplicities
that pervade him and to intensities which run right through his whole being.
The depth of what I don't know, the deepness of my own underdevelopment is where I speak
from from.
The problem is not one of being this or that in man, but rather one of becoming human, of a
universal becoming animal: not to take oneself for a beast, but to undo the human organization
of the body, to cut across such and such a zone of intensity in the body, everyone of us
discovering the zones which are really his, and the groups, the populations, the species which
inhabit him.
Why shouldn't I speak of medicine without being a doctor if I speak of it as a dog?
More information answering the essential questions can be found in the current cartography
of my
emergent doctorate:
1. Rafael
