“Storytelling is inherently dangerous. Consider a traumatic event in your life. Think about how you experienced it. Now think about how you told it to someone a year later. Now think about how you told it for the hundredth time. It’s not the same thing. Most people think perspective is a good thing: you can figure out characters arcs, you can apply a moral, you can tell it with understanding and context. But this perspective is a misrepresentation: it’s a reconstruction with meaning, and as such bears little resemblance to the event.”—
“Life will go on, events will unfold, spiritual conflicts will be resolved, and I shall not participate in any of it. I have nothing to expect either from the physical or the psychological point of view. For me there is perpetual pain and darkness, the night of the soul, and I have no voice to cry out.”—Antonin Artaud, Fragments of a Diary from Hell (via depressionparty)
“Odors have a power of persuasion stronger than that of words, appearances, emotions, or will. The persuasive power of an odor cannot be fended off, it enters into us like breath into our lungs, it fills us up, imbues us totally. There is no remedy for it.”—Perfume
“Each year, the Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin patch that he thinks is the most sincere. He’s gotta pick this one, he’s got to! I don’t see how a pumpkin patch can be more sincere than this one. You can look around and there’s not a sign of hypocrisy. Nothing but sincerity as far as the eye can see.”—Linus, It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown (via elsilvero)
“Divided, how can one pray? How can one pray when another oneself would be listening to the prayer?—That is why one should only pray in unknown words. Render enigma to enigma, enigma for enigma. Lift what is mystery in yourself to what is mystery in itself. There is something in you that is equal to what surpasses you.”—Paul Valéry, from “How Calm the Hour Is” in Selected Writings, trans. Louise Varèse (via proustitute)
“I have no particular love for the idealised ‘worker’ as he appears in the bourgeois Communists’ mind, but when I see an actual flesh-and-blood worker in contact with his natural enemy, the policeman, I do not have to ask myself which side I am on.”—George Orwell, Homage to Catalonia.
“So therefore, I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger - because I cannot dedicate myself to any human being.”—Jack Kerouac (via suzywire)
FC:Well, describe the "situation" then. You know very well that your observations and your language are like the sun shining through the dust. It¹s a beautiful image, but things are sometimes a little unclear.
PPP:I thank you for the sun image, but expect much less than that. All I want is that you look around and take notice of the tragedy. What is the tragedy? It¹s that there are no longer any human beings; there are only some strange machines that bump up against each other. And we intellectuals look at old train schedules and say: "strange, shouldn¹t these trains run by there. How come they crashed like that? Either the engineer has lost his mind, or he is a criminal. Or, even better, it¹s all a conspiracy." We are particularly pleased with conspiracies because they relieve us of the weight of having to deal with the truth head on. Wouldn¹t it be wonderful if, while we are here talking, someone in the basement were making plans to kill us? It¹s easy, it¹s simple, and it¹s the resistance. We might lose a few friends, but then we¹ll gather our forces and wipe them out. A little for us, a little for them, don¹t you think? And I know that when they show Paris is burning on TV everyone sits there with tears in their eyes, wishing only that history would repeat itself, but cleanly and beautifully. The effect of time is that it washes thing clean, like the walls of a house in the rain. It¹s simple, I¹m on this side, and you¹re on the other. Let¹s not joke about the blood, the pain, the work that people then too paid with so as to "have a choice." When one keeps one¹s face flat against that hour, that minute in history, choice is always a tragedy. But let¹s admit it, it was easier then. With courage and conscience, a normal man can always reject a Fascist of Salò or a Nazi of the SS, even from his interior life (where the revolution always begins). But today it¹s different. Someone might come walking toward you dressed like a friend, very friendly and polite, but he is a "collaborator" (let¹s say for a TV station). The reasoning goes that first of all he needs to make a living somehow, and then because it¹s not like he¹s hurting anyone. Another one, or others, the groups, come toward you aggressively with their ideological blackmail, their admonitions, their sermons, and their anathemas that are also threats. They march with flags and slogans, but what separates them from "power"?
FC:Well, what is power in your opinion? Where is it? How does one cause it to reveal itself?
PPP:Power is an educational system that divides us into subjects and subjected. Nevertheless, it is an educational system that forms us all, from the so-called ruling class all the way down to the poorest of us. That¹s why everyone wants the same things and everyone acts in the same way. If I have access to an administrative council or a Stock Market maneuver, that¹s what I use. Otherwise I use a crowbar. And when I use a crowbar, I¹ll use whatever means to get what I want. Why do I want it? Because I¹ve been told that it is a virtue to have it. I am merely exercising my virtue-rights. I am a murderer but I am a good person.
“Can white people move inside their own community and start tearing down racism where in fact it exists? It is you who live in Cicero and stopped us from living there. White people stopped us from moving into Grenada, Miss. White people make sure that we live in the ghettos of this country. White institutions do that. They must change. In order for America to really live on a basic principle of human relationships, a new society must be born. Racism must die. The economic exploitation by this country of non-white people around the world must also die.”—Stokely Carmichael (1966)