Images Have Become Our True Sex Objects.

It Is The Task Of Radical Thought, Since The World Is Given To Us Unintelligibly, To Make It More Unintelligible, More Enigmatic, More Fabulous.

One Has Never Said Better How Much "humanism", "normality", "quality Of Life" Were Nothing But The Vicissitudes Of Profitability.

When The Real Is No Longer What It Used To Be, Nostalgia Assumes Its Full Meaning.

This Is What Terrorism Is Occupied With As Well: Making Real, Palpable Violence Surface In Opposition To The Invisible Violence Of Security.

A Sociosphere Of Contact, Control, Persuasion And Dissuasion, Of Exhibitions Of Inhibitions In Massive Or Homeopathic Doses...: This Is Obscenity. All Structures Turned Inside Out And Exhibited, All Operations Rendered Visible. In America This Goes All The Way From The Bewildering Network Of Aerial Telephone And Electric Wiresto The Concrete Multiplication Of All The Bodily Functions In The Home, The Litany Of Ingredients On The Tiniest Can Of Food, The Exhibition Of Income Or Iq.