Hello Cory, I feel your dilemma too. Faced with the dangerous doses of negativity that I deal with I have even decided to create a new blog where I “D nce n ked with my body on the high hill of happiness”, devoted mainly to philosophy and SF, with a very Deleuzian bent: http://xenoswarm.wordpress.com/. However, my original blog is full of far more positive posts than critical ones. I take seriously Deleuze’s idea that one of the tasks of philosophy is to “strike a blow against stupidity”, and that Deleuze and Guattari’s polemic in print against psychoanalysis lasted 9 years (from ANTI-OEDIPUS 1972 to A THOUSAND PLATEAUS 1981). And sometimes when I am critiquing OOO I am dancing, some of it is good. Further, I have been ignored by the OOO crowd for a long time. Once again I am reminded of Lacan’s telling his followers to avoid any reference to ANTI-OEDIPUS, and so ensure that it would sink without a trace. No doubt this strategy had already been employed with success on other dissidents and critics, but this time it did not quite work. OOO has used the same technique. For example on the now defunct blog: http://kvond.wordpress.com/. The more recent strategy has been for lower-ranking OOO followers to tell me earnestly that I should go and devote myself to something I like. So I am being told by the people I critique to stop, in the name of positivity. Yet they are busy propagating a false image of Deleuze, a deformed stupid caricature of his thought.
Anyhow, I was feeling down, and I had just been talking with my wife about how unfulfilling my engagement with OOO has been, when I saw your post linking to Clifford’s poem. It described my state exactly, and invoked the same medicine that I always use, and had begun to apply again: more Deleuze.
I may add that I live in Nice, not far from where Nietzsche used to lodge and only five minutes from its Castle Hill. I often go to the top where there is a small group I can practice tai chi with; So I do dance with my body on the high hill of happiness, and even if I’m not physically naked, meditation in movement is nakedness.
Thanks for giving echo to my enterprise, and for the just assessment that I am expressing a problem rather than a solution.