Never meant you no harm
Never meant you no harm, yeh yeh
Never spun you no yarn
Never spun you no yarn, yeh yeh
And she’ll go yeh, where he goes, yeh
We all go where nobody knows our name
If I step out of line
I’ll step out of line, yeh yeh
Over land over sea
One step two to Ynys free
And she’ll go yeh, where he goes, yeh
We all go where nobody knows our name
And don’t cry if crying means you’re sorry
Whatever the case I always felt out of place
As a matter of fact I always felt like that around you
I’m disinclined to toe the line
Under your thumb where I’ve become unwanted
So pick your way down to the sea
Pick your way to the sea, yeh yeh
It’s not the tide you gotta watch it’s me
Not the tide you got it’s me, yeh yeh
And she’ll go yeh, where he goes, yeh
We all go where nobody knows our name
And she’ll go yeh, where he goes, yeh
We all go where nobody knows our name
A schizophrenic out for a walk is a better model than a neurotic lying on the analyst’s couch.A breath of fresh air, a relationship with the outside world. Lenz’s stroll, for example, as reconstructed by Büchner. This walk outdoors is different from the moments when Lenz finds himself closeted with his pastor, who forces him to situate himself socially, in relationship to the God of established religion, in relationship to his father, to his mother. While taking a stroll outdoors, on the other hand, he is in the mountains, amid falling snowflakes, with other gods or without any gods at all, without a family, without a father or a mother, with nature. “What does my father want? Can he offer me more than this? Impossible. Leave me in peace.” Everything is a machine. Celestial machines, the stars or rainbows in the sky, alpine machines— all of them connnected to those of his body. The continual whirr of machines. “He thought that it must be a feeling of endless bliss to be in contact with the profound life of every form, to have a soul for rocks, metals, water, and plants, to take into himself, as in a dream, every element of nature, like flowers that breathe with the waxing and waning of the moon.” To be a chlorophyll- or a photosynthesis-machine, or at least slip his body into such machines as one part among the others. Lenz has projected himself back to a time before the man-nature dichotomy, before all the co-ordinates based on this fundamental dichotomy have been laid down. He does not live nature as nature, but as a process of production. there is no such thing as either man or nature now, only a process that produces the one within the other and couples the machines together. Producing-machines, desiring machines everywhere, schizophrenic machines, all of species life: the self and the non-self, outside and inside, no longer have any meaning whatsoever.
— Anti-Oedipus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia. Deleuze & Guattari.
(Trans. Robert Hurley, Mark Seem, & Helen R. Lane)