November 2010
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Wer mit Ungeheuern kämpft, mag zusehn, dass er nicht dabei zum Ungeheuer wird. Und wenn du lange in einen Abgrund blickst, blickt der Abgrund auch in dich hinein.
Nietzsche
June 2010
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“In the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid Cities.”
May 2010
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April 2010
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March 2010
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February 2010
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They merged at last into a kind of hysterical exhilaration. I remarked indeed a clumsy swaying of the machine, for which I was unable to account. But my mind was too confused to attend to it, so with a kind of madness growing upon me, I flung myself into futurity. At first I scarce thought of stopping, scarce thought of anything but these new sensations. But presently a fresh series of impressions...
August 2009
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Individualist culture is at an end, its insitutions are exhausted. The present task for the artist can only be to prepare the way for a future mass culture. For if there is still to be any talk of culture it will have to carry a mass society, and then the means can only be sought within mechanization. The shaping of the material environment and the liberation and organization of everyday life are...
July 2009
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The Western political system thus seems to be a double apparatus, founded in a dialectic between two heterogeneous and, as it were, antithetical elements; nomos and anomy, legal right and pure violence, the law and the forms of life whose articulation is to be guaranteed by the state of emergency. As long as these elements remain separated, their dialectic works, but when they tend toward a...
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June 2009
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When the hanged man was taken down from the gallows his eyes were still unbroken. The executioner hastened to close them, but the bystanders had noticed and lowered their own eyes in shame.
The gallows, however, for this one minute, considered itself a tree, and as nobody had looked up we cannot be sure that it was not.
-Paul Celan
And the city was pure gold, like unto clear glass. And the gates of it shall not be shut at all by day, for there shall be no night there.
-FREE CITY
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To make die and to let live summarizes the procedure of old sovereign power, which exerts itself above all as the right to kill; to make live and to let die is, instead the insignia of biopower, which has as its primary objective to transform the care of life and the biological as such into the concern of State power. In the light of the preceding reflections, a third formula can be said to...
We are again confronted with one of the most vexing aspects of advanced industrial civilisation: the rational character of its irrationality. Its productivity and efficiency, its capacity to increase and spread comforts, to turn waste into need, and destruction into construction, the extent to which this civilisation transforms the object world into an...
May 2009
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TO STAND in the shadow of the scar up in the air. To stand-stand-for-no-one-and-nothing. Unrecognized, for you alone. With all there is room for in that , even without language. Paul Celan
“One should expect control strategies to concentrate on boundary conditions and interfaces, on rates of flow across boundaries— and not on the integrity of natural objects. ‘Integrity’ or ‘sincerity’ of the Western self gives way to decision procedures and expert systems…Control strategies will be formulated in terms of rates, costs of constraints, degrees of freedom. Human beings, like any other...
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In periods of frenzied haste toward wealth, of feverish speculation and of crisis, of the sudden downfall of great industries and the ephemeral expansion of other branches of production, of scandalous fortunes amassed in a few years and dissipated as quickly, it becomes evident that the economic institutions which control production and exchange are far from giving to society the prosperity which...
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Ventana sobre la utopia
Ella está en el horizonte. Me acerco dos pasos, ella se aleja dos pasos. Camino diez pasos y el horizonte se corre diez pasos más allá. Por mucho que yo camine, nunca la alcanzaré. ¿Para que sirve la utopía? Para eso sirve: para caminar.
Eduardo Galeano