The same people who are murdered slowly in the mechanized slaughterhouses of work are also arguing, singing, drinking, dancing, making love, holding the streets, picking up weapons and inventing a new poetry.
We can escape the commonplace only by manipulating it, controlling it, thrusting it into our dreams or surrendering it to the free play of our subjectivity.
Purchasing power is a license to purchase power.
Work to survive, survive by consuming, survive to consume: the hellish cycle is complete.
What could I wish for the present but to take the greatest pleasure in being what I am?
The eruption of lived pleasure is such that in losing myself I find myself; forgetting that I exist, I realize myself.
