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The procession passed and I looked in it for my body
All these turned up and were not myself
Brought one by one the pieces of myself
They built me little by little as a tower is raised
The people heaped themselves up and I appeared myself
Who was formed of all bodies and all human things.Guillaume Apollinaire -
One does not belong to communism, and communism does not let itself be designated by what it names.
Maurice Blanchot -
The sadness inherent in any memory comes from the fact that its object is forgetting.
Cesare Aira -
What can I do?
One must begin somewhere.
Begin what?
The only thing in the world worth beginning:
The end of the world of course.
Aime Cesaire, ‘Notebook of a Return to the Native Land’ -
And in this inert town, this squalling throng so astonishingly detoured from its cry as this town has been from movement, from its meaning, not even worried, detoured from its true cry, the only cry you would have wanted to hear because you feel it alone belongs to this town; because you feel it lives in it in some deep refuge and pride in its inert town, this throng detoured from its cry of hunger, of poverty, of revolt, of hatred, this throng so strangely chattering and mute.
Aime Cesaire, ‘Notebook of a Return to the Native Land’ -
There is no hope, is that why I’m so optimistic?
Monsieur Dupont, ‘Nihilist Communism’ -
The quotations in my works are like robbers lying in ambush on the highway to attack the passerby with weapons drawn and rob him of his conviction.
Walter Benjamin -
If we have any objection against Marxism, it lies in the fact that it could effectively be a science.
Michel Foucault -
His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to him there are
a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.Only at times, the curtain of the pupils
lifts, quietly —. An image enters in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
plunges into the heart and is gone.Rainer Maria Rilke, ‘The Panther’ from ‘The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke’ -
Domination and critique have always formed an apparatus covertly against a common hostis: the conspirator, who works under cover, who used everything THEY give him and everything THEY attribute to him as a mask. The conspirator is everywhere hated, although THEY will never hate him as much as he enjoys playing his game. No doubt a certain amount of what one usually calls “perversion” accounts for the pleasure, since what he enjoys, among other things, is his opacity. But that isn’t the reason THEY continue to push the conspirator to make himself a critic, to subjectivate himself as critic, nor the reason for the hate THEY so commonly express. The reason is quite simply the danger he represents. The danger, for Empire, is war machines: that one person, that people transform themselves into war machines, ORGANICALLY JOIN THEIR TASTE FOR LIFE AND THEIR TASTE FOR DESTRUCTION.
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