Politics Is Not What It Pretends To

During The Years 1945-1965 (i Am Referring To Europe), There Was A Certain Way Of Thinking Correctly, A Certain Style Of Politicaldiscourse, A Certain Ethics Of The Intellectual. One Had To Be On Familiar Terms With Marx, Not Let One's Dreams Stray Too Far From Freud.... These Were Therequirements That Made The Strange Occupation Of Writing And Speaking A Measure Of Truth About Oneself And One's Time Acceptable.

To Change Something In The Minds Of People - That's The Role Of An Intellectual.

I'm Not Making A Problem Out Of A Personal Question; I Make Of A Personal Question An Absence Of A Problem.

Madness Is The Absolute Break With The Work Of Art; It Forms The Constitutive Moment Of Abolition, Which Dissolves In Time The Truth Of The Work Of Art.

The Strategic Adversary Is Fascism... The Fascism In Us All, In Our Heads And In Our Everyday Behavior, The Fascism That Causes Us To Love Power, To Desire The Very Thing That Dominates And Exploits Us.