Forgetting The Extermination Is Part Of The

Kitschis One Of The Major Categories Of The Modern Object. Knick-knacks, Rustic Odds-and-ends, Souvenirs, Lampshades, And African Masks: The Kitsch-object Is Collectively This Whole Plethora Of "trashy," Sham Or Faked Objects, This Whole Museum Of Junk Which Proliferates Everywhere.... Kitsch Is The Equivalent To The "cliché" In Discourse.

Holidays Are In No Sense An Alternative To The Congestion And Bustle Of The Cities And Work. Quite The Contrary. People Look To Escape Into An Intensification Of The Conditions Of Ordinary Life, Into A Deliberate Aggravation Of Those Conditions: Further From Nature, Nearer To Artifice, To Abstraction, To Total Pollution, To Well Above Average Levels Of Stress, Pressure, Concentration And Monotony - This Is The Ideal Of Popular Entertainment. No One Is Interested In Overcoming Alienation; The Point Is To Plunge Into It To The Point Of Ecstasy. That Is What Holidays Are For.

Deep Down, The Us, With Its Space, Its Technological Refinement, Its Bluff Good Conscience, Even In Those Spaces Which It Opens Up For Simulation, Is The Only Remaining Primitive Society.

There Is No Aphrodisiac Like Innocence.

The World Is Not Dialectical - It Is Sworn To Extremes, Not To Equilibrium, Sworn To Radical Antagonism, Not To Reconciliation Or Synthesis. This Is Also The Principle Of Evil.