Old Quotes

....I developed the habit of looking around me. observing those that I brushed shoulders with in the street, in the metro and at the small restaurant where I took my mid-day meal. What did I see? Sad faces, tired looks, individuals who were burnt out by badly-paid work, but obliges to do it in order to survive, only able to offer themselves the strict minimum. Beings condemned to perpetual mediocrity, similar to one another by their dress and their financial problems at the end of each month. Beings incapable of satisfying their least desires, condemned to the permanent dreamers in front of the windows of luxury shops and travel agaents. Stomachs attracted by the 'plate of the day' and a small glass of average red wine. Beings who knew their future since they didn't have one. Robots exploited and filed, respectful of the laws more out of fear than moral honesty. The suppressed, the beaten, the slaves of the alarm clock. I was obliged to be party to this but I felt myself a stranger to these people. I didn't accept it. I didn't want my life to be regulated in advance or decided by others. If at six o'clockin the morning I wanted to make love, then I wished to take the time to do it without looking at my watch. I wanted to live without time, believing that the first constraint on man appeared when he began to calculate the time. All of those common prases of the everyday reasonated in my head ....no time to... get there in time to...saving time....wasting time...! I wanted 'to have the time to live' and the only way to do it was not to be a slave. I knew the irrationality of my theory, which was unworkable to form a society. But what was it, this socity with its fine principles and laws? Jacques Mesrine, The Death Instinct (Champs Libre, Paris 1984). A thought has conquered the planet : economy. The economy is the massive lie which claims wealth and riches to be material and that it is necessary to organise the world consequently; what importance to be more but rather to have , always to have, more. The world of the commodity is however the daily demonstration of the emptiness of the economic ideology. It is in the scope of all to state that the accumulation of commodities, far from emancipating, is rather only a source of dissatisfaction. Magically, the commodity draws us incessantly to deceieve us equally. Moments occur, which become historical where the accumulated dissatisfaction no longer finds any resolution but revolt. -Hommage Aux Fanatiques.