I was happy to read this essay by Ron Broglio on an anti-Oedipal Wordsworth. When I first came to the USA I used the term “body without organs” and no-one but Arkady Plotnitsky knew what the heck I was talking about...
I also started reading Georg Büchner's novel Lenz, translated by another old colleague, Richard Sieburth. The beginning of Anti-Oedipus is a homage to it. The schizo stroll. Very beautifully written. It was hard for me to get back into Deleuze and Guattari while facing up to my brother's schizophrenia.
